Differences melting…

An old mama has died in our village.

She was the mother or grandmother of many of our friends here. Yesterday we took a box of food. Today we took a garbage bag full of popcorn! That was a big hit.

People have been flocking to the family compound to pay their respects, to grieve with and comfort the family. Some come up wailing, some speechless, clearly feeling uncomfortable. But without fail, whether young or old, they greet every person present.

There were just a dozen or so there when we walked up around noon. We went up the lane, stepping around three cows grazing. We jumped the small hedge and walked into the compound. It’s not much different. Grief is universal. There’s that pleasure of seeing family and friends mixed with a pain of loss. Sometimes there’s laughter, sometimes there’s tears.

We put the large blue bag on a table under a shade tent that had just been made with seed sacks and a tarp we had sent up earlier. Without delay, the paper cups we had brought were being passed around filled with the unusual treat.

Some visiting, were clearly intrigued by this strange couple, but most people didn’t seem surprised at all to see us. Today, we honestly felt a part. We felt like we belonged, like the family felt we belonged.

Randy sat out with the men and my hand was grabbed and I was whisked off into the smoke filled, fire blazing jikoni… I cut vegetables with my friends as they shared stories. Sometimes in English, sometimes Kiswahili, sometimes Akegusii. Somehow, I knew and understood most of the conversation and would surprise even myself when I would respond or add.

Later in a group of 18 Kenyan women, I was handed a Bible, “share something with us”. We read from Psalms, from Proverbs and from John. I looked up at one point and there were many tears. Oh Lord, comfort these that mourn!

All our little kids were there and because we have spent so much time with them, our presence there seemed normal. That’s it… For the first time in over a year of living here… Our presence seemed ok, normal. We were not the wazungu, we were not the missionaries, we were not the outsiders, we belonged.

When I woke this morning, I was crying before I even got out of bed. I was feeling quite sorry for myself and before long I was clothed in self pity.

I read a FB post of a friend and I was immediately reminded of the sufficiency of Christ!!! Immediately and more profoundly I was again fixed on my goal, my prize.

We had several from our Sunday morning Bible study let us know they were up at the funeral. (The funeral begins the moment the loved one dies and continues until after the burial). We also saw and greeted many who walked by with either water from the river or trees for the fires… One for cooking and one for sitting around.

This is when I felt drawn up there and Randy and I began popping 2 1/2 bags of corn. Little did I know how God would use that treat, how He would melt the differences in a hot smokey wooden shack. Little did I know He would reveal to me HIS sufficiency so sweetly and so lovingly.

Let me stand…

It’s been a tough week… I’m not gonna lie… And as I hear this old Rich Mullins song…

So if I stand let me stand on the promise that you will pull me through.

And if I can’t let me fall on the grace That first brought me to You

And if I sing let me sing for the joy That has born in me these songs

And if I weep let it be as a man Who is longing for his home

It pretty much sums up my heart this week.

I felt it growing despite my cries to my Strength. As is my mode, I began pulling in and not until we were praying Friday morning, as we both broke before the Throne… casting our cares, surrendering our pain, our family, our inadequacies, our fears, not until that moment did I realize Randy, too, was struggling.

My pastor asked me when I was home, sharing with him about the work here, “what makes it different there?” Well, I now know the answer… Really know the answer. THIS is where, for now, the good works that have been set apart for us to do…. ARE.

The schedule this term is hectic… Long and taxing…. And today is our longest day.

We woke at 4am to prepare chai and be out the door by 5am. We have a 3 hour drive to our class in Narok. Pitch black and still the roads are filled with people walking. Not just in towns, along the highways and out in the middle of nowhere.

We pass towns lined with dukas, a wooden lean to, filled with their wares. Duka after Duka, all selling the same thing. If there are speed bumps in front they will brave the streets displaying their goods as you manage across the foot and half high bump.

The morning was beautiful and we watched the sun seeming to strain in its appearance behind the cloud filled sky. The mountains were more beautiful than I seem to recall. We traveled through Maasai land and I’m always struct by the men and women in their traditional shukas with their brilliant colors.

We’ve been with more than 4 tribes this week, the Luo in Kendu Bay, Gusii in Kisii, Maasai in Narok and a mixture in Kilgoris in the Trans Mara. Finding, in each area, men and women who are hungry for God’s Word.

Through the years Randy and I have come to love His Truth. We have tasted and seen just how good our God is. We have tried Him and seen, with overwhelming show, HIS faithfulness. So this week God has shown His grace and has allowed me to fall on it. Tomorrow, I will wake to stand, stand on His promise that He will see me through!

so long 2013…


2013…What a year….

**Each of the bold and underline captions below are titles/subjects for additional blogs I hope to write in the next few days**

As most of you, I, too, am finding myself quite reflective today.  This last day of 2013.  I have had a couple silent months as I’ve slipped into the hustle and bustle of the American lifestyle.  That… and the fact that God has had my attention intensely… and honestly, it’s been just a bit numbing.

A year ago today, my heart was torn so deep, such as I had never experienced before.  I was preparing to “move” to Kenya…  and my family was remaining in Florida.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, I just didn’t want to leave.  But, one thing I knew was that God was calling and I desired to obey.  Through the year, God has very definitely made it clear that Florida, PalmHarbor, Clearwater, this is not my home.  Neither is Kenya.

We boarded the plane after very painful goodbyes and left on this adventure of holding God’s hand tighter than we have ever held anything.

Well, our God is faithful, generous, loving, protecting and so so much more!!!!

We spent 5 months in language school and were blessed beyond measure by a group of Kenyans who opened their arms, their hearts and their country to us. We were able to begin friendships with fellow missionaries across East Africa and are so grateful for the bond God gives that knits our hearts so quickly and so deeply.

We had opportunity to visit some of Kenya’s most beautiful sites.

We’ve settled into a village in western Kenya, where our neighbors live in mud huts with thatched roofs and no electricity.  They walk down to the river daily for their supply of water.  They cook in their outdoor kitchens over wood or coal burning fires.  They work hard in their shamba (gardens) to provide for their daily bread.  And… they are hungry for the Truth of GOD!

I’m finding my heart anticipating what God has ahead for my Kenyan family.  What hearts will lean in with ears to hear and will taste and see how great our God is?  I’m expecting great things for my new friends as we study God’s Word and as we build deeper relationships.  I look forward to the opportunities that God will present that will allow me to be a part of HIS work!

Our visit home has been a sweet blessing – accompanied by some challenges.  There is something we were warned about – that “re-entry” shock.  But honestly, I didn’t think it would effect us – we were only gone a year, and for me, just 10 months.  But, it’s true.  So much here and in the lives of those we love has changed, and changed without us.  Yet still, we’vebeen welcomed with wide open arms and loved on much.  We needed this!

One thing that I am headed back with – or actually without – is my hearing.  In a very bizarre way – I have loss the entire hearing in my right ear.  Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss   We have no idea of it’s cause, but after eliminating much more serious possibilities, I’m left with no real answer as to the cause and little expectancy of it returning.  I suspect it to take some time to acclimate but have very much considered that scripture that urges us to have an ear to hear.

So – on this last day of 2013 – as we all reflect on the past and anticipate the future… I do so pray that the Peace of God, the One Who holds both our past and our future… AND our present, is guarding your heart and mind tonight and that you are resting in HIM!

Happy New Year!

Weariness creeps in…

~ Be still and know that I am God!
~ He who began a good work will be faithful to complete it!
~ Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season, we shall reap if we do not lose heart!

Three verses The Lord is working in my heart. It’s easy to be restless, to be weary, to loose heart and forget Who is doing the work. Forget the certainty of that.

We received a call from a Maasai friend that is in one of Randy’s classes. ” I am coming to greet you.” He arrived right after church and while he and his friend sat in the hut, talking with Randy, I prepared lunch.

Sitting around the table I knew I had missed something and I was told how “our Maasai” has been leading a church as a Mormon pastor. {Ahhhh, okay….?} He went on to say that through his studies that Randy is leading through the Word of God, he realizes that this is false teaching, false doctrine! “How do I get out of it?”

After my heart beat slowed down closer to normal I hear Randy tell him how he “needs to repent before God. Humble yourself and repent.” I look across the table and this tall, Maasai warrior has eyes filling up. “God will take care of the rest. He will give you the words and He will use this for His glory!”

We sat around, encouraging and sharing scriptures and then fervently praying together. First I prayed, then the friend, then the “Maasai” prayed with such passion…. In Kiswahili. I looked at my husband and saw an emotion I have come to admire and respect and praise God for.

Randy closed in prayer and our friend is off to confess to his congregation and begin teaching ONLY Truth. Please pray for him!

The encouragement continued as after they left, I grab my Bible and rushed off… hopping a thorn bush, slipping by the cow, cutting through a tea field and then a corn field to arrive at Leah’s. We are studying the Bible together with a few of the women in the village.

As we open The Word and they began taking turns reading the scriptures, in English, in Gusii, in Swahili…. I sat and watch the discussion.

Sometimes I could make out what was being said, sometimes they would turn to me and repeat it in English… But what I knew…. God was revealing, The Spirit was teaching and Jesus was giving understanding!! I did not know the all the words spoken but I knew the body language, I knew the expressions and I completely recognizes the AHHHH moments!!!

We’ve been weary. But God in His graciousness, took us away to refresh as we retreated with many others at the CC East Africa Missionary conference. Through the teaching and encouragement He reminded us to stay the course, to NOT loose heart and grow weary… But to press on!

Then we returned to the village and our God reveals He is indeed at work in Kisii and I am blessed and honored to be a part!

ONE thing is needed…

After a couple weeks of clearly being taught my need to submit to the Lord in so many areas of my life… I’m afraid last night – “I” won the battle. My flesh – totally won the battle.

It started as I lay on the couch with my computer in my lap trying to find a cheap room in Nairobi for our trip next week. After a long weekend, I had managed to drag out the rug the day before, scrub it clean, wash down all the walls, clean the floors, everything was clean and I had just taught my only class this week due to the funeral of our neighbor. I was a bit wiped.  I laid there looking around at my clean rug, my clean floors and my clean bare walls.

Our walls are solid bricks with a very hard concrete like material plastered over it. There is no hanging of pictures or such. So, I had a friend make some boards that he would drill into the wall on which I can hang things. I asked for them two months ago. Last night – THEY CAME!!! Yeah, so excited!

Sweet, gentle Jeff, came in with his son, having walked over in the rain, just before dark. Ooohhh – I had just cleaned the floors. Well – I can sweep again, mop if I have to. Then he began to use his handsaw and hand-drill to complete his work. Not in one spot, but in every room he had something to hang. Oh there was no leveling, so on one of the boards, it is 6 inches higher on one end than on the other. Many things not done as I requested but he would say, “Mum, let it be this way, it is good”.

Mean while, Derrick came in. So happy to see us he didn’t even take his shoes off, which he has become accustomed to doing. By now it’s pouring outside and it’s very dark. Despite the fact that we had EVERY lantern, flashlight and candle lit, every board is bowed and crocked and now sweet Derrick has just tracked in more mud than I thought possible and anxious to greet me as I sat on the couch, which sits on my rug… ughhh — you get the picture right?

All this – I could literally feel the battle inside my heart. I had just cleaned house, I had just scrubbed the rug that morning, pulling it in after it had dried in the sun, I had just wiped down all the walls… and… now… It was all I could do to try NOT to show my attitude.

I’m guessing that Derrick’s hightailing it out of there when Jeff left – was an indication I hadn’t been successful.

DEATH TO SELF — IT’S ALL GONNA BURN! Two phrases I have heard taught and repeated so often it is a “slogan” of such among my Home Fellowship Family of over 20 years. I kept hearing that, but… but… LOOK AT THIS!!!!

I said to Randy as I walked all over the house with my arm stretched up to measure the height of the boards… yep each one of them drastically un-leveled. And LOOK at my rug!!!!

I had to vent somewhere – so – I chose my text group with my kids. Blah blah blah, babble, babble babble. Pushing send so fast, filling the next text even faster, slamming out all that gripping and complaining… concluding I clearly am not cut out for this missionary thing.

“You need to take those thoughts captive” one of my daughters shoots back. I wanted to tell her to put her face right here (((( X ))))). But I knew she was right. Corrected and humbled by the mother of my grandchildren. Just great!

Now in bed, I start to cry. God, I am so sorry. I am SO sorry. Will I ever learn to submit to YOU? Will I ever learn to lay down this ridiculous self? In this place so far from home. You are working in my heart. You are constantly reminding me… “Kari, Kari, you are worried and troubled about many things… BUT One thing is needed, chose that good part, which will not be taken away!”

A weekend to remember!

We arrived at the church on Friday around 9:00am.  We were the first ones there for this event that began…. At 9:00.  “Okay Lord, I submit to You my schedule, my time, may I remember it is only Your time I must keep”.  Shortly the youth began setting up their sound system and key board.  I prayed the power would go out.  I love the pure voices of Africa.  However, the crackling static of massive blown hand me down speakers, the use of every out of tune function on the keyboard, played by someone who has as no idea how the instrument was actually intended to sound…. Not so much.  “Okay Lord, I submit the worship to YOU, it is only YOUR ears it must please, only to Your heart it must offered”.


One by one the women arrive on African time.  The schedule was being shifted and I would now begin teaching at 10 instead of 11. The first speaker had been canceled.  I slipped out the side door and found Randy, “I need you to pray for me”. He lifted every need from my heart to our Lord without me even needing to explain!  And I slipped back in as worship continued.

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I had been preparing something on “being a servant of God” as that was the theme.  But as I stood in worship, fully submitted to HIM…. I knew they needed to hear something else.  I knew God was redirecting.

I pulled out my Colossians study.  I said, “okay Lord, you need to do this one too!”  And, I got up before nearly 75 women by this time, and asked them….  “Who is your president?  Is he married?  Her name?  Children? Where does he live?  What tribe is he from?”  I asked a few other questions and as with each one, nearly the entire room answered in unison.  “Ahhh, you really know him…. Tell me, last time you spoke with him on the simu (phone), where was he headed?  What did he do last night for dinner?  Did his family get him something special for his birthday?  Oh, I want to buy him a shirt, what’s his favorite color? ”  they all laughed, “we do not know”.  Ohhh, you don’t KNOW him…. You only know OF him.

I had their attention and I asked them… Wewe, kunajua Yesu?  Applause broke out. Hootin and clapping… Yes, we know Jesus!

I asked them, consider deeply…  Do you KNOW Jesus? Or do you just know ABOUT Him? I asked a series of questions hoping would stir them to look deeper.

It was very evident that God wanted them to consider WHO it was they wanted to serve.

I shared with them scripture after scripture, passages and stories, Truths of His Word, and it all flowed together as though it had been carefully prepared.  Truth is – it HAD been, just not by me.

I knew God spoke both Friday and Saturday, and I knew I had had the honor of being used by Him, as I continued to submit myself to Him.

The lesson of submission continued yesterday.  We walked to the school for Bible Study.  Again, Africa time.  It doesn’t help to go later; they just adjust and come even later.  But today I had plans!  I had invited 25 women in the village for tea!

Derrick told the story today and did a great job!  Randy continued to teach in John 2 AND in addition to our normal crew… We had 4 visitors including two Leaders from the Seventh Day Adventist church!  The Bible Study was good and Randy supported the answers to his questions with scripture that our visitors promptly looked up!  Praise God!  How exciting!

Oh, pray they return next week!  Randy will be coming to John 3:16!

I got home and set the table with cookies, mandazi, sweet bananas, pineapples and apples!  I served chocolate, jam, honey and powdered sugar for the mandazi.  Chai and Cocoa!  It looked great!  I kept praying, “Lord, take this day! Accomplish YOUR desire!”

That pre-party anxiety began to rise as loads of kids showed up, peering in the windows and putting their hands and noses all over the glass I had cleaned earlier.   I had an issue with the mandazi, Randy got into my food on the table and made a mess….   Uuuggghhh. “Lord, I submit this day to YOU, help me let go of my craziness!  Help me to not get caught, as my sister Martha, and miss that One Necessary THING!”

My neighbors began to arrive, but only the non English speaking ones!  I strained to keep conversation going with my limited Swahili, even though one thought took 5 minutes to explain, looking up words in my handy dandy pocket English-Swahili dictionary.

After most women had arrived, I prayed for the food and the women promptly moved everything to the coffee table…. Oh…. Oooookay.  Immediately I saw coffee spilling on my rug and a glob of strawberry jam.  “LORD, I submit this house, the rug, the now muddy floors… To YOU….  Fill this place with Your Spirit.”

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The afternoon was wonderful and my sweet new friends ASKED for a regular time together!!  So I suggest the Bible Study and then I was asked to “teach the men that they should NOT be drunkards”.  Well, many of these men come to our Sunday Study!  I asked them if they pray for them… “Lets get on our knees and ask God to move in their lives”.  I reminded them that God wants their husbands to KNOW HIM!!!!  So we prayed my favorite prayers… God, open the eyes of our understanding, of our husband’s understanding… Pour out YOUR wisdom and knowledge in the revelation of Your great love for us… For them!!!

God is working in this place!  HE wants to make lives NEW, fulfilled and reconciled to Himself!

Please… Keep praying with us.  Keep praying FOR us.  God is every bit as much at work IN us as He is THROUGH us!  Pray our hearts continue to submit to HIM.

The Sun Comes Up… There’s a new day dawning…



It’s 5:30am, in the village of Kebabe in the southwestern outskirts of the Kisii region in Kenya, East Africa….

…as the darkness of the night is squeezing every last blackness it can, the morning is slowly beginning to sound. The “early” roosters have sounded the first alarm, the birds are slowly waking in song, the sense of a new day is awakening and I sit with expectancy and watch for that moment… THAT moment when the darkness is overcome by the glimmer of light, peeking over the distant mountain giving way to a rapid lighting of the day.

It’s an amazing sight and an even more amazing message as I’m reminded how I’ve been rescued from the power of darkness and placed into His glorious LIGHT of Love!! No matter how dark the moment seems, His Light, His Powerful Light, overcomes that darkness! Not only has He delivered me from forever darkness… HE continues to deliver me from those moments when my eyes are closed to the LIGHT surrounding me.

As I am having my time with The Lord and pondering and awaiting that certain and sure sunrise…

Suddenly, I am hearing a deep, dreadful and painful cry that is ringing as the morning breaks… Somewhere, over the mountain, someone has died. The wailing brings a gasp in my heart. Never hearing it before – still, I know exactly what it means. The sounds are clearly coming from many who are grieving the loss of someone.

The sounds continue for over an hour… A groan and an outcry that can be heard for miles.

Who has died? Was this person sick? Was it sudden? Was this an mzee, an old man, who had lived a long life, most likely working harder throughout his life than most in my country has ever known. Was it a mama, a woman who would wake with those first roosters, work in the shamba, sell her goods at the market, prepare ugali for her family, not stopping her day until well after dark? Was this death a child, perhaps from hunger, or any one of several diseases that plague this country?

Who had died? And more importantly, where were they now? Did they know Hope? Did they have a Rescuer Who had redeemed them, reconciled them for eternity from the dreadful, painful darkness? The sounds this morning were indeed raw grief, but there was more… or was it… less… it just felt empty. Empty.. of any HOPE, any Light.

I found out later that the people hire mourners… those wailing… crying out in pain… many were paid by the family to attempt to express the depth of their own pain. This fact only made my questions more pressing.

Oh Lord, I don’t know why you have chosen me… I don’t know how to do this… But Father in heaven, Lord Jesus, fill me with Your Spirit so I might be used as You bring these beautiful people from the darkness of this world, alienated and enemies of You, separated from Your Love… into the glorious presence of Your redeeming, reconciling, rescuing grace! May they come to know the Hope of glory… Christ in us!!



If this is the only reason…

(Saturday’s Story)  Yesterday evening, our young friend Derrick asked if we could take him to town with us today so he could visit his sister.  He was at the front door at 7:10 this morning with a bag of avocados for me and ready to go!

He helped me load up the car. He then waited patiently while we got ready, reading his Bible notebook that he keeps at our house and diligently takes notes every time he sits with Randy when he studies.

Derrick is 10 years old, lives in a mud house with his sister and his mama.  He has older siblings that live in Kisii Towne.  His father died years ago and he loves spending time at our house.

40 minutes into our trip and he says his sister is at school and he will just go to class with us.  I kind of thought that was what he wanted anyways.  I looked over at Randy and just smiled.

With great attention and a sense of ownership, he assists Randy with every piece we lug into the venue.  He sets up the white board and places the story clothe out.  He watches me set all Randy’s books out, I set his Bible out and his glasses on top, the stack of homework and his lesson book.  I’ve had Derrick intently observe things before… he not only wants to help with these set ups… he intends to do precisely as I do.

Saturdays are in a boardroom on the second floor of an office building in KisiiTown.  With wood lined walls and a conference table that is easy 40 feet long, seating for about 35 people, the room can feel just a bit intimidating.

Derrick sat at the front of the room right next to Randy.  The first segment is the chronological Bible Storying.  The man who had the assignment today stood and basically read it right from the sheet, and what he didn’t read he was adding, often inaccurately.  When he was done, Randy pointed out some things and then asked if anyone wanted to repeat the story of Cain and Abel.

With just a little hesitation, Derrick stood, Randy smiled real big and said go ahead.  Derrick then told the story absolutely perfectly and with much emotion. He paused at just the right time for the interpreter, so as NOT to break the thought. When he finished… “And that’s the end of my story”… He sat down. WOW!  Each of the men, most pastors, simply applauded when he was done.  Impressive and exactly what the whole concept is all about!!  I felt such a sense of mama pride.

Derrick answered questions and followed the entire class intently.  I think he wrote down the entire Overview of 1&2 Samuel and 1&2 Kings.  The Inductive Study portion in the afternoon even kept his attention.

God has plans for this boy!  Derrick wants to know Jesus more.  And if Derrick is the only reason we are here…  It is worth seeing this young boy develop a love and passion for God’s Word that is just what Kenya needs!



My study in Colossians this past week spent much time on the phrase “grace and peace be unto you”. I had to really push to get beyond that phrase as the LORD kept opening my eyes.

My excitement in sharing with the women could not be contained…

The grace of Jesus Christ… Grace for salvation, grace for forgiveness, grace for living, grace for obeying, grace for persevering, grace to forgive, grace to love, grace for faith, grace to walk in a manner worthy… Grace that is freely and abundantly given! I have marveled this week as God has taught me about grace… So so much more, so much deeper, so much richer than I’ve known before.

I know… Elementary, right? Maybe so… But I tasted a richness that was as new as His daily mercies… And today… He sealed it with a reminder of HIS PROMISE!!!!

Beginning with a daily devotional by Bob Hoekstra… a man I honestly and sincerely look forward to meeting…

More on God’s promises!

and…. stretched out beyond ‘the wall’, shining out over the mountain tops across a region that God has promised me… HE IS AT WORK…


Who’s the MAN?

We left Kisii Town at 6pm last night, which is just barely enough time to make it back up to the village before dark.  While still in town, the sky opened up and the rains were falling hard.  As we traveled the outskirts of this storm,, weaving in and out as the road twists… We quickly realized it would be a long drive with great need for caution, even greater need for God’s protection.

I’m not allowed to watch the road on good days… I knew now not to even glance out the side window.  So, I literally prayed.  “Jesus, take the wheel!”  That made me laugh until I was thrown back into thought with a weave of the car!  Eiyamasina!

We made it to the village road, took a deep breath, turned off the Tarmac, switched into 4 WD and began to slip and slide.  A very short distance we came upon several stuck cars, all piled up, two cars and a truck.  We sat for a bit but soon realized they were long off getting out.  For good reason, we want to be in the house by dark.  Dark was fast approaching.    There was no passing so Randy carefully turned the car and headed back to the Tarmac to enter the mountain from Kenyena, a town about 5 mile further.

This is NOT a preferred route on dry days.  The road is wide… IF it were laid out flat… but… its not.  It is driving on a maybe 6 ft wide ridge with steep shoulders.  Now add the slickness and crazy slippery layer of new mud.  <inhale deep breath…. and hold>

I tried not to watch…. but I decided I needed the visual… for my prayers.  We past another pile up, this time with a bus.  How and why would a bus EVER come up these roads??  I could feel the wheels slip beneath us as we kept moving.  Finally we came to Kenyena town.  This town is crazy and the rain only made it crazier.  We made the muddy turn around the market and I thanked God.

As soon as we made the turn maybe 50 yards… a large truck… The back having slipped off the shoulder and the front wheels suspended in air.  Ah man… This is not good.  I saw Randy’s mind turning.  NO WAY Randy!  We can’t make it.  He did not even reply – but got out of the car and walked over to assess the situation.

Assess the situation?????  I’ll assess it for you… NO WAY!

He gets back in the car and promptly says “I can do this”.  I immediately looked down… And start praying.  By now its dark.  “This is not the town we want to be stranded in.  Who will we call?  Oh Lord, please guide him!  God, do You  see that drop off?  Do You see the truck hanging there?  Oh God, please drive this car!!”

I wasn’t looking… but shortly after I felt the car begin to move, I felt the tilt as the car drove into the ravine, on an angle I’ve only seen on those commercials of rugged trucks and the terrain they were made to drive on.  I don’t think our car was in that commercial.

Suddenly, Rand made that never-grow-out-of-boyish grunt/laugh/hoot that no woman can duplicate.  Similar to the Tim Allen grunt. The car drove beneath the wheels of the overturn truck which only increased the volume of the (at the moment) very annoying  – victorious man-cry.

I felt the car level out and then Randy proclaims… Arghgh… I am a KENYAN DRIVER!!!  I have unmatched skills!!

First… Why does this man continue to think being a Kenyan driver is anything to be proud of, strive for or even boast in???

Second….  I turned to him and said, you didn’t do it!  He replied, come on, admit it, I’m the man!


I simply told him, “you had NOTHING to do with it and you better be praising God.  Don’t touch HIS GLORY!!!!   Randy, you better be careful…. Pride comes before the fall!”

So, he “said” praise God, but I knew that pride was speeding his adrenaline.

The road into our village was so slippery… We slid all over the place.  We finally made it to our lane, made the turn and saw all those tiny arms waving like mad.. In the rain!!!  Our sweet little friends.  “Umerudi, umerudi!!!”  You have returned!  You are late tonight, they told us!  Oh I love these children and their illuminating white smiles!

Well, my normally humble husband continue to boast of his skilled, unmatched driving. As Abraham stood in the rain, now just a drizzle, holding open the gate, Randy STOPS and proceeds to tell of his “skillful’ journey.  He went on and on and on – I just thought to myself, Abraham probably understands about 10% of what you are saying and that 10% wants out of the rain!

We got in the house and he promptly says… You need to blog about that trip… That was crazy!

Mmm hmmm… Well I want to write about my day.

“Well, you will need to write it tomorrow.”

So… Tomorrow came… New day, new mercies!  A beautiful day after the hard rains!  Our friends Derrick and Faith knocked on the door at 7:30 with flowers hand!  They know I love flowers and they bless me often.

We had just a short time before we had to leave to travel back to Kisii for our Saturday class.  Randy sat and had chai with the kids and I snuck out the back to load up the car.  About the third trip out, I saw it….

Ohhhhhhh Raaaandddddyyyyy…..  (aka – The Man)

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tell me…  WHO’s the MAN????