I have continually heard the phrase “Kenya Runs on Empty” as if it was put on repeat on a scrolling marque in my head. It could be the fact that every time we got into a vehicle, the fuel tank was empty and we were most likely asked to fill it… OR it could be that it seemed like every one we met was simply empty and looking for us to refill them as if our white skin puts us closer to God. I’m not sure how the Bible reads in Swahili, but I’m hoping nothing got lost in translation. To be honest, I’m not exactly sure how to reflect on how the month went; hence the lack of word traffic sent your way. This is all new to me.
Maybe it was being new to this whole missionary thing? Maybe it was culture shock? Maybe it was trying too hard to be everything for everyone? Whatever it was… I was not myself this past month.
BUT…
I’ve learned some valuable lessons. I’ve learned that my attitude will determine my outcome. I’ve learned that every day we are blessed with choices to make. I’ve learned that God is faithful, even when we are not so much. I’ve learned that I need to try less to be who I think I should be for others and just be what God has made me.
