Sunlight breaks through my tent. The breath of light has fallen upon me and I begin to stir. Heavy eyes lure me to sleep again, while an ache in my back ignites my need to get up. Our last day in Eldoret, Kenya has reached us.
In World Race fashion I am ready to begin the next leg of our journey. Our time here has ended and we now debrief and head into Uganda. The journey that God has taken me on here in Kenya is something to share with you in more than just a blog. It is a sit down, look each other in the eye testimony of God’s faithfulness and willingness to save us from ourselves.
The bustle of bags ensues and I am already distracted. There are things to be done, bathrooms to clean, tents to take down, and bags to be packed. As I get my breakfast “toast” (which is just a plain piece of bread) and wash it down with my Kenyan chai, it still hasn’t sunk in that I am in Kenya. By now it should have. The only way that I know that I am in Africa at all is when I tell myself or here a teammate or squadmate say, “We are in Africa.” Every day team Karis has been living out our time here like it is our last day in Kenya. Today actually is. (At least working with a contact wise it is.)
The unexpected always happens. I never know where I am going to find myself. Many people on my team and squad feel as though Africa is their home. I do not get that feeling. I would say that I am comfortable here because I adjust well everywhere that we go, but I wouldn’t say it is my home away from home. My actual home doesn’t even feel like me home. You can ask my parents about it and they will tell you that I have always been a nomad of sorts. Always wandering and never settling down in one place for too long. I am sure as my 10 year high school reunion approaches this summer no one would be suprised to learn that I cannot attend because I am traveling the world. They will think that it is awesome that I am doing it, but i don’t think anyone would be suprised.
In all actuallity the World Race is perfect fit. 11 countries in 11 months. Sounds like the number of diets that I go through in a givien year. (Seriously, ask my roommate Erinn and she will tell you. I am always trying the new trend.) I am a modern day Israelite, wandering through my own personal desert relying on today’s manna and nothing more, and expecting nothing less. For the Lord clothes the lily’s of the valley and he feeds the sparrows, therefore, I know full well that I am not only covered in grace, but in the blood of our Lord and Savior.
SUPPORT UPDATE: raised- $7625.00 needed to complete the race $6175.00 needed by February 1st $2343
