Not in Kansas anymore.

First thing in the morning, we flick on lamps and part curtains to catch the sun’s waking. And never mind if it lets in birds and the occasional wayward monkey, we swing those glass panes wide to the rush of mountain wind.

morning

Morning is the best time here. I solemnly swear that if you visit me I will shake you alive at the crack of before-dawn, and you will briefly hate me (unless you are The Ununcle, who invented rising early), but then we’ll walk with the clouds at our feet and the earth soaking in color and I promise your insides will be liquid worship of the God who dreams up this life.

Our oldest boy turned sixteen this month, and I forced a birthday photo shoot on him because these are the things that cause me great joy. If he were in the states he’d be up to scary enterprises like driving an actual car, but here he has no license, no family vehicle to beg after, and nowhere to go. Living in Africa has its perks.

He’s a great kid, easy and half-shy and all about taking care of people. He’s the one who made us think, for a blessed two years, that we are mavens at this parenting thing. (And then our second child arrived on the scene, and we were all, Oh. Right. Carry on, then.)

When B was two we were wandering the aisles of a craft store and he was playing with a sponge cut into a starfish, which I made him return to the bin. He did it right away, though with profound sadness, and ten steps later I was like, Ohmyword, Nicki, it’s a quarter. Buy your kid the starfish sponge.

I’d give all the quarters I’ll ever own to see his face wash golden with delight like it did then.

sixteen

Last week we signed out the school car and drove to Nairobi for the first time, and it was Fun Times Everywhere. First off, all sides of the road feel equally wrong to me right now, which is actually okay because in Kenya your designated lane is the path around potholes. If that happens to coincide with the left side of the road, more power to you.

I feel like I spent the whole drive awarding Certificates of Crazy: Mr. Let’s-pass-two-trucks-on-a-blind-curve—you are crazy; and you, Sir, with the couch strapped to your piki are crazy; and you running your wheelbarrow across the highway: certifiable.

Also, intersections. We do not believe in traffic lights and stop signs in these here parts. Pretty much every intersection in the city looks like six and a half angles of traffic in an eighteen-foot square. The trick is to nose your way in so that oncoming vehicles are forced to either stop or hit you, and then you pray vehemently for the former.

This Christmas we didn’t have a tree or anything sparkly or blinking, but a friend of ours wove a wreath of greens, and we cut snowflakes and paper stars. Plus you know you’re not in Kansas anymore when you rejoice over Twix bars and gum and your fifth grader puts ‘a bag of carrots’ on his wish list.

indoors

We read from Luke 2 (For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all nations: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel) and played games and piled up in the living room to watch a movie. It was a good day.

The highlight of this December was getting packages of sweet things from our church family back in the freezingest parts of Indiana, and Christmas cards from so many of our favorite folks. We have your smiling faces and notes on our computer screens and strung along our fireplace mantel.

One of our teens wrote Todd a card that still makes me laugh: “I hope you have seen an elephant and a lion and a cheetah. If you haven’t you’re living in Africa wrong.”

Goodness, I miss you people. We had no snow and no tinsel and no peppermint creamer (alas), but we positively had a Savior to celebrate. Hopefully we did Christmas right.

Come, O long-expected Jesus,
Born to set your people free;
From our fears and sins release us
By your death on Calvary.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope to all the earth impart,
dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
(Charles Wesley)

Love you all, so much. Merry Christmas.

26. December 2013 by nic
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Comments (8)

  1. Oh Nicky, so beautiful and descriptive of a wild and wonderful place. Your son is gorgeous! Such a perfect mix of you and Todd. What a smile. I love hearing about the family. Praying for the kids especially. Be blessed and know that you are a blessing!

  2. Merry Christmas, Nic! And Happy Birthday, B! Another beautiful story. :-) Thank-you for sharing.

  3. Merry Christmas Owens!!

  4. What a wonderful post. Happy Birthday to your oldest; he looks so much like you! I love the sponge story. At a family reunion, once, Cade was having a come-apart over something I’d done wrong on his burger (probably, I’d added cheese), and I was all sticking to my guns, and he was wailing and gnashing his teeth, and one of my cousins–just ever so slightly further down the parenting road than I–stood up and pulled together the burger he was demanding. “There are plenty,” she said. “Pick your battles.” I’m glad you had a Merry Christmas, and I do understand the desire for carrots b/c something in my brain says: “Root vegetables!” from deep fall only until spring, and I die for turnips, potatoes, radishes!, and yes, carrots. I love you all.

  5. Merry Christmas precious friend. I quite fancy the idea of a teenager with no license, no family car and nowhere to go. You may have chosen the long straw. Praying for you and with you and over your life there. Always.

    xxoo

  6. He is so cute and what a relief he’s just stuck there with you. No car. No place to go;) I’m afraid driving over there would do me in. I’ve seen it on TV, but to actually do it. Yikes. You should email me your address. We’d love to send you a care package. Please please :-)

  7. Merry Christmas to ALL of YOU!!!! What a truly blessed family you are….lots of love sent your way….praying daily (and anytime God puts you on our minds!)

  8. happy 16 to your oldest! your christmas sounded lovely, sweet, and full of Jesus. funny imaging those birds and monkeys visiting through the windows.:) lots of love.