My fifth trip to this country in the past 28 months has created something in my life that I never expected or entertained even three years ago. It was Jason Anderson's invitation to accompany him on a trip in Dec. of 2008 that began this journey.
In Dec. of 2008 I found myself falling in love with 32 orphan children in rural Kenya. Then I found myself growing in passion and hope for the lives of these kids. Today I found myself on the grounds of the well guarded U.S. Embassy in Nairobi meeting with someone from USAID, and I dream of a day when I can speak fluent Swahili.
As I walked away from my orphan friends and their caregivers late this morning, the contentment in my life when I am here in Kenya is... while I am such a stranger with white skin here, it's as if I can breathe air while underwater. I really don't fully belong. Not only is my skin white, I don't yet understand the customs of this place nor do I speak any of the languages (thankfully English is spoken most places here).
When here, I feel as if life is complete with the exception of being part of my children's lives, and the contentment isn't the result of Xanax, a message, or yoga. It's real, and it's life here. I only wish more of my friends could touch these kids and ALSO realize that we can be content in life without going 100 m.p.h., winning every game, every scholarship, and every business meeting. Life is so much more. It's about people, about caring, about simply tasting dinner without rushing off to the next thing, and it's about inviting the neighbor for tea when there is still work to be done.
Don't get me wrong. These people are in no way lazy or without ambition. They simply seem to have a better sense of how God has created us as human beings -- that relationships and caring for one another always win the day...