Week 4 – My past couple weeks

It has been a whirlwind time here. Groups are coming and going so I have been filling in where needed. The word for white person is “Ma-zun-gu” and we get called it so often here it doesn’t phase us anymore. Whenever we have a new person from Canada come, the whole team yells Mazungu! as a welcome. This week I am doing cooking, which is way better than digging holes!

This past weekend one of the older boy took us to the “cinema” (movie theater). We watched some Vin Diesel totally lame boy movie, it was full of unrealistic punches and motorbikes. Although we suffered through it, just watching a movie was a great reminder of home. Thankfully it was in English.

Also the past  weekend it finally rained! All the young Canadians immediately ran outside screaming and cheering.

After the crowd of laughter had subsided we decided that football (soccer) and a shower in the rain was needed; unfortunately the kids never joined us. It was almost like all Kenyans are afraid of the rain, they will not leave any building or go out in the rain. Oh well, hopefully we can convince them to join us one day.

On sunday the main Mistress here (her name is Rose) sang a English song for us in church. To put this story into context  – at any moment you will hear Rose or any of the kids singing or dancing. All the Kenyans laugh when the Canadians start to dance. So before she started singing she was encouraging everyone to sing and dance along. right before we started she said “some people are good at dancing with sticks. . .and some people should not dance” the whole church crowd bursted out laughing because they think we dance terribly. Our day off is sunday and we had some time to go to the local zoo, which was called the impala park. It was a nice walk through the park, we saw lions, hyenas, cheetah’s and I made friends with a giraffe. We got to feed the giraffe with branches of leaves and it would walk right up to us. It was magnificent, the coloring is like puzzle pieces interconnecting and flowing together.

We get to do a handful of fun activities but it is very busy here. Thus leaving hardly any time for devotions and worship. This has made it hard for me but I have had to learn to spend time with God in non traditional ways. One of our morning talks, my friend here began by reading matthew 28:18 (Therefore go and make disciples of all nations. Baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit), and this word hit my heart. The Lord said that while I am here I will be baptizing people. I’m not sure if this is spiritually or physically but I’m open to either. Then two days later I opened a monthly encouragement note and the verse of the month was Matthew 28:18. I say that’s confirmation!

All in all it has been a good couple weeks. We are all finally settling in here and the kids enjoy laughing at anything we do. If there would be a few things to pray for it would be – health and spiritual presence. My favorite time here so far would be the evenings, the older kids stay up and try to get us to read swahili and play cards. Learning the culture from these youth is a blesssing in itself. They have come from such a hard life to laughing with us and enjoying every moment. Please send an ice machine!








When – it all works together in the end

I’ve come to believe that we have very little control over our lives. Sure we can run away from God and His plans but in my experience it usually works out to be what He had all along. Which is the best for us anyways.

I have patiently endured to find out when God wanted to take me Africa, and He showed me. One day my mom came back from a family friends funeral and said I know who your going to Africa with”. Three days later I went to make perogies and I was going in January. They must have thought I peeled potatoes really well. I was baffled, God really can make something out of nothing. Here I was doing research and applying to  programs and God had it all planned.  With only a small amount of hoops to jump I’v started on my way.

I know that – if all things work together for good, if I had choose something else then it would have been okay as well. But if we want the best, then we must wait for what God has planned.



The best for me

Sometimes I learn things that change my entire being. . .this is one.

I got my travel  vaccines for Kenya and like any normal human being I didn’t pay any attention to the side affects of the vaccine. 5 hours later, the only energy I had is to ponder why I’m the one to get the side effects. I said – if I have God’s favor and I covered all my bases in prayer then why the side effects. Of all things Jesus why this?

I think God says to us in these kind of situations – Don’t you think I want the best for you? Of course I don’t want to see you in pain.

I was humbled at this kind of response. Do I always think God is out to get me? If I am His daughter, He would always, always be doing His best to keep me from troubles and hurt. So if this happened for a reason, then what do I have to learn. Maybe to learn that I thought  He wasn’t on my side in everything. To learn that even in the smallest tasks and pursuits, He wants to weave in His love and mercy.

To learn that lesson it was worth the couple hours of sickness. Because I got the vaccine, instead of the virus infecting me, the truth of God as a protector, fighter, and father can infect me instead. Let it run through my veins that He is always on my side. I hope and pray that each day we can ask ourselves what God is trying to do in the ordinary.





Giving up the one thing I wanted

I have done the hardest thing in my life to this point. I gave up the only thing I wanted in life and the dream iv had since I was a child. This reminds me about the verse in Matthew about giving up everything, laying your life down to follow Jesus. With that in mind here’s my story:

In the fall of 2015 I started dating. Which for me is kinda a big deal because I am a little naive and idealistic, I had never had a boyfriend before and this was a whole new experience. At the time the circumstances didn’t permit any relationships but I tend to be a rule breaker so we ignored it and started anyways. The young love was blooming and everything was roses and happy (besides the no-dating rule) and in December we had gotten quite serious and I received a promise ring. Ten months later both our living situations changed and we were now doing long distance. This was okay because we both kept busy and saw each other every couple months but of course it strained our relationship. The more months past, the more our relationship grew apart, we started fighting and giving less attention to making an effort. Now we both loved each other  and cared deeply for one another but something had to change. In January I started the conversation about possibly moving or getting married but I only got resistance. Come April I was done talking about idea’s and what if’s and wanted decisions. We talked daily about this but nothing, so we decided ending our once “rose-colored glasses” relationship was the only way. I was devastated. Life seemed to end, nothing to look forward to anymore. All my plans, hopes and dreams where nothing anymore. As I worked through my grief I still held out hope that we’d get back together someday and everything would be good again.
Recently we  met up to get closure and talk without letting feelings get in the way. I walked away feeling like I wanted to fight for us, this  was the one thing I wanted in life and if that meant I had to fight as hard as I could, I would do whatever it took. . . But the feelings weren’t mutual. As much as I fought, I knew he would never fight for us. So I had to lay it down. My most prized possession. I had to give up my everything to choose what God had for me.
I have a good understanding of what it means to lay down your life and  dreams for your walk with Christ. As we sacrifice and push the bounds of our faith we become more and more like Jesus. When I thought this was going to be the end of the world, it was just the begging for the Lord to bless me. Sometimes God wants to give us a bigger gift but we have to let go of this one in order to hold what He has for us. I know that as this relationship was once a gift, that He will give both of us both new and better gifts.



For the past few months I have been reading – Revive me, by Brent Cantelon. Which is a bible in one year, daily devotional. As I’m reading about Moses and the Israelites in the Old Testament, every so often I read about a man who happens to be traveling. Almost everytime someone travels in the Old Testament they seem to have a revelation about God and build an altar. Since I have been hearing and taking little steps towards what God wants to teach me in Africa, and have had great confirmation from the Lord; I felt I needed to build an altar.

When I started this journey of listening for what God wants for me this “school” season, I have often been very discouraged about finances and how i’m supposed to provide for myself to go eventually to Africa (it’s alot of money). God has tried to show me that it’s not about what I can do for myself but what God can do for me. But sometimes I can’t help but worry. One day God told me to make an alter, to lay on my stress about finances and declare Jesus is the provider. Since I live in friendly Manitoba and there’s no place to put an altar I decided a painting was in order.

After a few weeks of putting it off I finally got down on my knee’s and built my altar. Placing a cat’s eye green marble on the right side signifying my past notions of God and lighting a fire as a proclamation of Jehovah Jireh. Jesus the Provider.

With my altar built I’m able to bring my worry to the cross and simply lay it on the altar for Jesus to worry about. Simple stones and a humble heart is what the men had to give. As I trust in the promise of old, keep building altars and laying things down, I know there are good plans for me.