I found the middle of last month that our squad was not going to be able to obtain visas for India, inasmuch as I have always desired to go to India, the sting of the loss was quickly cured by the statement that we would be in Kenya in TWO WEEKS. I practically did a rain dance while still trying to stay quite because my teammate was sleeping. I was miming and feverishly motioning all sorts of excited gestures as I felt like a child on Christmas morning, or one of those people who have someone show up with a check for a million dollars at their house.
Trust me, I'm not exaggerating. I have known all along that Africa held the last three countries in the line up but all the sudden it was happening so fast. Unfortunately in my half-crazed anticipation I must admit I had trouble focusing on where I was and the ministry in Cambodia, but God was faithful to remind me to 'be where I am'.
The journey to Kenya was a long one, We left on friday night on an overnight bus from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, we then flew from Phnom Penh to Kaula Lampur, Malaysia from there we went to Hyderbad, India and then over to Dubai and from Dubai we touched down in Nairobi, Kenya.
Kenya is truly amazing. The people are incredible. I am in heaven. It amazes me that all my life I could dream of something I've never known. The Lord put a people group on my heart so dearly that I had never even come in contact with.
Could it get any better than this?