Life Goes On

I’m in Kenya.

And life goes on back in Arizona. Life goes on back in Illinois. Life goes on all over the world.

Life goes on.

Things happen when you’re halfway around the world from the bed you used to sleep in at night. People get sick, people get hurt, people get engaged, people have babies, people change jobs.

Life goes on.

I woke up this morning to news of a friend not doing so well, not at her optimal best I should say.

And I got mad. I got mad at God. I then got mad at myself for getting mad at God.
But I can be mad at Him. Because His hand is in this. He’s going to show me and show her His will, His provision, and His protection.

Then I was sad. I was scared. I’m still scared. No, I don’t have fear, because I have the Lord, and so does my friend. But I’m scared because I’m human. I’m the same human I was 6 month ago, the same human the Lord created me to be, but this time I’m surrendering… which is scary.

Life goes on.

This morning I prayed to Abba. I told Him that what I desired right now was to be surrounded by my race family at a kitchen table reliving a memory from the beginning of my race.
I cried, the Lord held me, he swept away my tears.

I came downstairs from the balcony, I sat on the couch with my friends, I worshipped His name. My best friend read Psalm 139 over us, one that he read over us around a kitchen table at the beginning of my race. I felt the darkness lighten up. I saw myself hiding, scared. And then I saw a hand, I saw light, I saw an outstretched arm.

Life goes on.

I’m in Nakuru, Kenya. I’m at Glory Shiners Ministry. I wake up in my tent, and I get to walk into a home every morning. I get to drink coffee every morning. I get to worship every morning. I get to pray every morning. I get to hear baby Christopher chatting away every morning. I get to watch Caroline bounce her way into the living room singing “it’s a hard knock life” every morning.

I get to be in the middle of a life that keeps going on. My life goes on. It doesn’t stop when tragedy happens, I don’t have to sit in the anger or the hurt or the sadness or the pain. I get to look up at my Heavenly Father and get the tears wiped from my face. I get to love on a family from the States all of the way across the world. I get to have hours long conversations with Nana about Jesus and the miracles that have happened here in Kenya. I get to help move rabbit houses and I get to babysit.

I get to do all of these things because I said yes. I said the best yes. I surrendered.

Life goes on.

To those who read these blogs, who are praying over me, say a prayer today for Glory Shiners.
Say it for L Squad.

And say it for my friend Sophia. ??