I’m not often at a loss for words. But somehow as I sit down to write about my trip to Kenya this month my thoughts are scattered and my words are jumbled. I’m emotionally all-in but finding myself pulling back. I know why. It’s because I fell in love while I was there. With the people, the landscape, the colors, the joy, the hope, the weather, the movement of Jesus through a couple and their ministry (check out Kenya Mercy Ministries). And I want to move there yesterday.
I felt welcomed. At home. Like I fit into where I was and why I was there like your favorite pair of jeans. (I know the saying is “fits like a glove” but if you know me you know I would live in jeans every day of my life if I could. And I hate cold weather and snow so why would I want to fit into anything resembling a glove?!)
There’s so much more. I miss the talks with friends, new and old. I miss the best coffee I’ve ever tasted. I miss the food (ugali & sukuma wiki, chapati & green grams, rice & beans, perfect mangoes). I miss the Kibera kids saying “How are you?” every time we walked by. I miss hearing “mzungu” (identifying us as white people) and our gang telling others to “get your own mzungu.”
And now I can’t wait to tell you more. I guess I just had to START writing to let it out. There’s more to come, I promise. Here and in person. I’d love to share with you in person what I saw and felt. And to tell you how you can be a part of it. More details on an event in May to come. And if you don’t want to wait till May to talk in person, let’s have coffee or a margarita before then.
Oh! And check out my Instagram feed (@katieunscripted) for more pictures of my trip.