over the course of numerous weeks and months and years, God has been harrowing us through, cracking wide our hearts of dust to be open to His grace, to follow His lead.
we didn’t quite know He’d lead us to africa.
we’ve been there before, of course, two brief glimpses of the horn as we became a family to our youngest son, but now we’re heading back. this time to kenya. this time for good.
africa is vast, a mass of desert and coastline and jungle and bush. it walks on tiptoe the razor-thin line between beautiful and treacherous. it gets under your skin.
how many times have we heard that?
africa gets under your skin.
but here’s what i suspect: as much as this continent sings of raw beauty, as much as the spread of sky and markets and sand seep through your pores, it’s the people who steal your heart clean out from under you.
vibrant, resilient, precious people: they’re the real draw.
earlier this month, after a full week in peachtree city, the mister and i were appointed as missionaries by africa inland mission. we’ll serve our first term in kenya at rift valley academy, where we’ll educate and mentor and love on the kids of our missionary team, making it possible for our team to work across the continent.
our departure date is set for july of next year, and there are mountains to be moved in these next fifteen months. please pray with us. it all looks impossible from where i stand, so it’s a mighty good thing we worship a God who specializes in just that line of work.
He’s got this.
it still floors me most days that God would choose to use the likes of me to help build His kingdom. i’m nothing to write home about: not particularly gifted or wonderful or selfless. i’m prone to myopia. fissured and flawed.
but if He’ll have us, we’re so His for the taking.