a thing or two.

kenya requires extra eyes. a pair for scanning the dirt as we walk, searching out footing among the shale and the gullies, the writhing streams of ants.*

a pair to watch for motorbikes or matatus that send us leaping to the side of the road, where rain-plowed trenches meet brambles and barbed wire.

a pair to crinkle at the kids who run up to say, ‘how are you?’ and then flee in a knot of giggles when we’re silly enough to answer.

a pair to blink and nod at the mamas sitting bent and serene beneath strings of bananas.

and a pair to take in the hills and the tulip trees and the bright spots of bougainvillea that festoon the landscape like so much confetti.

maybe it’s just that i’m new here, with loads to take in, but i hope i never stop seeing kenya.

we’re winding down our last days of training here in machakos. about a week back, we hiked mount iveti (super fun except for the bees that got riled up and zapped a bunch of us good). we sardined into matatus that climbed slick along fogged-up roads all the winding way to church. we sang hymns in kikamba and ate goat stew and rice with the elders. we’ve grown familiar with–if not entirely fond of–drop toilets, and we’ve learned the prevailing rule of survival in kenya: if you believe in toilet paper, bring it with you.

classes this week have been good. we’re delving into world views and finding that there are no easy answers. this afternoon we got a glimpse of what God is doing in creative access nations, and it’s enough to give your life for. He’s always and wonderfully enough.

next week we’ll head to kijabe and settle into our dorm apartment–at this point it could be the scruffiest shack on the planet; we’re just so ready for some permanence.

yesterday i walked behind a lady who didn’t have shoes, and the shoulder of road there was rocky and spiked with glass and thorns. but she smiled like the day was bright and cool, like a walk under a cloudless sky made shoes extraneous. maybe she was right.

maybe she’ll teach me a thing or two.

 

 

*so you are probably thinking: ants-schmants, but those guys bite like baby crocodiles and leave behind bloody marks on one’s unsuspecting legs. bad ants.

01. August 2013 by nic
Categories: Uncategorized | 6 comments

Comments (6)

  1. trailing behind

  2. Sounds amazing, overwhelming, and beautiful. (except those bees and ants… ouch!)

  3. Oh I am so happy to see a post from you! It sounds amazing and overwhelming and a bit staggering… and icky… bity bugs do not make this girl happy, lol. On pins and needles to hear more. :)

  4. “He’s always and wonderfully enough.” thanks, nic. those ants sound brutal. I love the freshness of your eyes. you regularly recognized surprising and beautiful details in indiana. it is wonderful taking in the special details of kenya through your eyes, too. you will learn a thing or two, as they will from you, too, with God actively in the mix.:) love to you all.

  5. This adventure has me thinking of you all hours of the day and night. So thankful you’re there and you’ve carried me along. God is using you already in your bravery and surrender. I just know it’s going to be good.

  6. I’ve been thinking of you friend. Sounds like you are on quite an adventure. All of it sounds a bit scary to me, ants, bees, glass and thorns. Praying protection and covering over you.