If I ever thought I was bringing something to the people in Kenya, it would not compare to what they have given me. Let me preface by saying there are people in Kenya who need Jesus – just like there are people in America who need Jesus. There is need in Kenya like I have never experienced. There is darkness in Kenya like I have never felt. However those that serve God, never make Him less than what He is. Their faith is of biblical proportions and their love is beyond any love I have ever felt. They love with a sincerity that only comes from manifesting the love of Christ in one’s life. If you asked for an inch they would walk across a continent for you. My prayer is that my love is as sincere and deeply felt as theirs.
Christmas morning as I watched the children gather around “Santa” I could not help but miss my own children. I left the group and had myself a good pity party. “Was it worth it to come to Africa and leave my children home?” “Will my children see a good purpose in my decision to not be with them on Christmas?” “I am really offering these people anything?” Then my friend Janet, one of the older Maisha girls, came over to me and put her hand on me and said “Megan, there is no need for tears; these are also your children.” And I looked up to see that I had been surrounded by about 8 little kids. They had such concern in their eyes for why I was feeling bad. Then I cried because I realized the greatest gift any of us have been given and can freely give is love. When we have nothing to give, we have love and Kenya has given me that. More importantly I feel that God has given me Kenya, to say “I love you”. When you have nothing, you have My love, and the love of My people, even to the ends of the earth. Let us remember that God’s love for us is the most precious thing we can receive and in the absence of everything else, God’s love remains. Kenya has given me this.
Beautiful!