Today I have a winter hat on, a sweater, a vest, and some very warm
flamingo socks on, sent by my mom. It is freezing.
On Saturday our final summer team arrives. I will be leading this team alone. I honestly don’t know how I feel. For some reason, I am so nervous. They come from Atlanta, and I believe they are high schoolers. We are spending two days in Kibera and then heading out into the bush. We will be close to a town called
Nanyuki
. When I say close, it is really 60 kilometers away. We will be working with the Maasai. I am intrigued to learn how ministry will be different working with a tribe so far away from the city.
Lately the Scripture have been coming alive like never before, and I seem to be reading things that apparently I missed.
J
In Church Pastor spoke about your heart and he used the Scripture about the seed and the soil that is hard and rocky, and weeds, and the good soil and how those different soils represent your heart. I learned so much. I walked away asked that the Lord would make the soil of my heart good for planting. I felt like my heart was so hard. That night I had a dream where I was driving the Lord’s tractor over this soil to make it ready for seeds. I think the Lord was showing me that this is what he is doing to my heart and the hearts of those around me. I pray for my heart, and your heart and that my muslim friend’s heart would be ready for seeds to be planted. Amen.
