Here in Kenya they have a special name for white people, Mzungu,( Mus-zoon-goo). The title may be extended to anyone from the West. Along with this new name you receive celebrity status. People wave at you as you pass by in cars. Children scream and run to you. You shake hands 50 times a day with strangers. You are never allowed to sit on the floor.
But Mzungu is not my identity. Not even in Africa. For I am a daughter of the Most High King; and that is unchangeable as the King Himself.
So what’s it like for a daughter of the King in Africa? Let me tell you.
I am blessed with 5 incredible sisters in the Kingdom, (Katy, Katie, Meghan, Danielle & Kelly), who challenge me to grow constantly and never cease to make me laugh.
Our palace for the month is a cute, breezy room with bunks and mosquito nets. While we lack a porcelain throne, there’s electricity (most of the time) and plenty of water to draw from the well.
The weather is fair and the land is green and lush. You can travel by foot or borrow a ride from anyone willing to stop along the winding roads.
Our work here consists of building up the church with children’s lessons and sermons, youth ministry and counseling in the secondary schools and setting hearts free in the town prisons.
Nothing has been quite what anyone expected; though the ultimate goal is always to put our expectations to death before we arrive at a new destination.
I have to say, living without expectations leaves a lot of room for blessings. This month I feel especially blessed with an incredible and sincere contact and a rich harvest to take part in during ministry, (the harvest of souls, that is.)
All that to say, Africa has a special place in God’s heart and I love getting to know a small piece of it.
Blessed.
With Love,
A Servant of the King
