Goodbye Kenya

We leave Kenya tonight. I became more attached to this country than I thought I would. I definitely will not miss the horrid diesel fumes, and the other black exhaust fumes that permeate Nairobi, or being carsick and stuck in the back of a matitu, (cheap public transportation, in a crowded van with way too many seats, and a crazy driver) and hardly any ventilation. A cold Coke when we made it to town would usually be enough to make me feel good enough to carry on.

But there are so many people I will miss when I leave. Lacey and I were in a taxi with the Bishop a few nights ago, and as Lacey was tying to nap, he and I had a really good conversation. He was telling me that to really be in God's will, you have to pray for it and expect great things. He knows that I want to get married and have children, and was telling me that if I were to live in Kenya and was supported by a church, it is very easy to adopt. He really wants me to come back and stay for a year. At first I though, No Way! But I'm not so apposed to it now. I could live here for awhile and adopt some babies and work in his churches. I could be a missionary. I really do love Africa.

I was prayed over twice, one for my future and success in ministry and life, and the second time was last night, for my health and the headaches and health issued I have had almost two years, since we were attacked in Liberia. As the Bishop prayed and spoke of the enemy and how he messes with us when God is really about to work, it made so much sense. We were attacked only hours after Jack and I became a team. I think of all the wonderful things God could have done with us, and the great things that begun. He went on to pray that God would rewire my brain, and remove any fear and any ill effect from being attacked. His hand was on the top of my head as he prayed and I could feel my headache lesson. Cathy was holding one hand, and Jane had her hand on my forehead. Just as the bishop was praying, Jane was moved and praying with authority in her prayer language, and so was Cathy. I could tell something was coming out. I was really blessed, and I realized that the fear I still sometimes have is not for me, but for the ones I love. It makes sense. I don['t think I was afraid in Liberia that night until I knew I was ok, but had no idea where Jack was, or if he was even alive. When I knew he was fine, all was right, at least I thought it was. God is good, and I have been so blessed!

God is alive and well in Africa! And I have felt him move in me. This morning was the first morning in, I don't even remember how long, where I woke up feeling awake and refreshed, without a headache or a fuzzy head! Praise the Lord! I am so thankful to go home and serve him in the US once again. I'm expecting him to provide me a job. Doing his work in some kind of ministry, with a paycheck. And I so badly want to adopt. It is more heavy on my heart than ever before. I don't think it will be that far away now. =)