So, when you think Africa like me you probably think safari’s, wild animals, beautiful sunsets and nat geo moments eh? Yeah me too.
Africa is beautiful, and there are those moments. Beautiful sunsets, wild animals, stars like sand on the seashore. . .
Truthfully Africa has been the hardest part of the Race for me. It’s also the 3 months I’ve felt I’ve grown the most.
Rwanda was my favorite, Uganda was the hardest because of my attitude, and Kenya. . .
Well as I began writing about Kenya in a team time my heart bled out onto paper, and I thought to give you a good picture I would share it with you. . .
So this is a form of poetry, from my heart, the real & raw. It paints a picture and maps out the journey to being grateful. For this walk, this journey, my new team, and my walk through the mud. . .
Walk Through the Mud
Expectations shattered
Disappointment as what I thought it would be falls to the ground
Legalism & “know it all” attitude
Lack of flexibility and lack of control of tongue
I’ve viewed hurt & seen pain
Hurt people hurting people
Felt like a weight and burden being dragged through the mud
Oh that mud
Those rushing waters
It rushes so fast doesn’t it?
One moment a rock is sturdy underneath your feet & the next it’s gone
So what do I see underneath it all?
What do I see when I gaze into it as this all rushes past me?
It goes so quick, but I got close to them
Felt their hearts, heard their voices
Learned to quiet myself to hear them speak
I had ample amount of time to hear you, see you, feel you move, and lead my heart
Creativity budded from doom & gloom
Worship, monologue, poetry and guitar
Found myself full of joy at the sound of Manny’s squawking
Found my next step through focused prayer & fasting
You lead me there, guided my every step, the every movement of my heart
You lead me to treasure those in front of me & those back at home a little bit better
So as the waters rushed by and and my feet stained red with the mud & the clay
I became grateful
Grateful for life, and this moment
Ready to leave & brush my feet from this ground
But I have found that I’m grateful for this walk through the mud
