Greetings from Biblica Guesthouse in Nairobi, Kenya, Africa.
We left the house yesterday (that was Sunday, right?) at 2 p.m. Two flights and 24 hours later (okay, a little more than that, but I’m not counting little things like a couple extra hours), we were getting everyone settled into rooms at Biblica.
Just a few decades ago, it took weeks to get to Africa from the U.S.
But here we are!
There’s not a whole to write yet–other than we really did have great, uneventful travel and only one lost bag. Plus, it’s almost 1 in the morning here, and my alarm is set for 6:30, so I’d better cut it short.
No pics yet, but I’m sure I will have plenty tomorrow night. We’re playing a girls’ team tomorrow and possibly holding a clinic.
We were met at the airport by Juanyuomo’s familiar grin and a hug from assistant coach Lauren’s Aunt Sandy, who is a missionary here in Nairobi. Don’t ask me how to spell Juan-ee’s name (that’s what Dave calls him), but he’s a great, funny guy who helped us the last time we were in Kenya with a team.
Three minutes of conversation with Aunt Sandy, and we discovered all kinds of people connections! Sometimes the world doesn’t seem quite as big.
But it’s big enough that I’m far away from my younger three kids–and I’m missing you rascals. Love and kisses to you, Jake, Mads, and my PJ.
Aunt Sandy prayed over our team tonight. One phrase stuck out to me: that we would love like Christ. Please pray that God would supernaturally equip our team of American teenage girls-beginning tomorrow. That we would not see mere cultural differences as right, wrong, or even strange, that we truly see others through eyes of respect and love. That we would discover that when two people love Christ–and know His love for them–there’s a family connection no matter how different their backgrounds are.