Francis, my driver says, "you must go far to find what is near." Sometimes decisions are like that. Sometimes you can't know what to do, until you put yourself through a turning point and have faith you'll come through it.
I knew I wouldn’t be going back. It weighed heavily on my
mind as I readied for this last trip. I wasn’t positive, but with the strikes
and the grenades and the problems I had last year, I just didn’t think I could
keep doing it. And I had no idea how things would work out if I didn’t keep
going. That’s where faith fits in.
Everyone in Kenya was glad I was back. They wanted to see if
I could walk, if I tired easily, and frankly would I come back. (Last year I
got chased by a man with a machete and wound up with a broken leg that went
unset for 3 days). It’s no easy feat to go back again when you’re 65 after
that.
I knew the teachers were on strike, I knew the doctors were
on strike. I knew that I couldn’t get hurt or sick. What I didn’t know was the
way for the work I do over there. I fully believe that God put me in Africa to
teach me both patience and surrender. I can assure you that if I got any of
either of those in my birth package, I only got the sample size. Both would be needed to get through this trip.
As the weeks unfolded, however, I saw how the community
organizers were really changing the attitudes of the people. And I saw that not
only did I not need to be physically present when we brought a new school on
board, but it was better if my little muzungu (white girl) face didn’t show up.
It sent a mixed message, since white people are always associated with donors
not empowerment.
I left my beloved Kenya, not knowing when or if I would be
back. I didn’t say goodbye to my partners over there. I hadn’t told my board
yet and they needed to know my decision first.And maybe I couldn't say goodbye because I didn't want it to be goodbye. I felt sad, glad, scared, love,
and accomplishment as I boarded the plane. The work will go on. And Kenya will always be a heart home whether
I return or not.
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