I am writing this blog sitting in a
tree overlooking the Kenyan highlands. I’m 7,000 fee above sea level
surrounded by mountains, picturesque landscapes, livestock and
beautiful Kenyan children. There’s a cool breeze, cloud coverage and
the tree in which I’ve nestled myself seems to tailor made to my 6’0″
tall frame. As far as any onlooker can tell I am at peace as I soak
in the view of Kachibora, Kenya from high atop the local foliage.
However, while I am in paradise all I
can think of is a tiny town located deep with in the Francis Marion
National Forest in the heart of South Carolina’s low-country. I am
engrossed in memories of a home full of love and the smell of freshly
backed biscuits. As the Kenyan breeze blows blows I close my eyes and
imagine the humid southern air brushing against my face. The branch
on which I am sitting easily becomes the back porch swing where my
grandmother and I shared countless memories and cups of coffee.
Normally I am not one to be home sick.
I am an advocate of being where you are, when you are there, living
in the moment. But today, the day of my grandma’s funeral, I’ll give
myself grace and allow my imagination to conjure up memories and
images of home and family.
Departing on the World Race I never
thought any of my, “see you laters,” would turn into,
“good-byes.” Late last night, however, I received news that my
Grandma Ruth passed away after a brief battle with Lieukemia. 8,000
miles and 9 time zones away I mourn the passing of Rev. Ruth Harwell
Thames in the best way I know how, in solitude, perched atop a tree,
praising God for her amazing life.
On this journey called the World Race I
gave up my friends, family, livelihood and much more to expand His
kingdom. And now, to bring Him glory, I must be separated from my
family when they need me most. And I find my self faced with this
question… Is it worth it?
In 4 months, I’ve seen the deaf hear,
the lame walk, the sick rise up. I’ve built homes for the homeless,
fed the hungry, prayed for the dying and, most importantly, expanded
His kingdom while bringing heaven to the nations. Not only is my
heavenly father proud of what I am doing and have accomplished so
far, but my earthly family is just as proud. So, is it worth it?
Undoubtedly the answer is YES.
Here I am. Eventually I will climb down
from my tree. When my feet touch the Kenyan soil it will be time to
carry on and continue my work. For now, all I can do is smile as I
picture all the moments spent soaking up the Carolina landscape with
one of the most beautiful and “godly” women I have ever had the
honor and privilege of knowing. By genetics she was my grandmother.
By fate she was my friend. By His grace, she gave me an example of
what it meant to live a life for Christ. I love you.
