Monday, March 18, 2013

The days that were formed for me

I don’t find myself with many words since last Wednesday - last Wednesday when we got a call to pray for a little girl named Hannah Kelley.  She was undergoing emergency brain surgery minutes after the prayer chain call was sent out and all of RVA was lifting her before the throne of God above. 

Hannah was just 13 months old and the daughter of a missionary doctor serving at Tenwek Hospital (also in Kenya).  Their family just made the journey to Africa five short weeks ago.   Hannah struggled since arriving with vomiting and it was last week that they discovered the tumor.  Last Wednesday she was in the hands of a world renown Pediatric Neurosurgeon down at Kijabe Hospital and all of Kijabe and people around the world were praying for her healing.  And the Lord heard and answered with healing, full and complete.  Just beginning their ministry and setting up their home, the Lord saw fit to call their little girl home. 


Hannah’s daddy, Aaron, writes beautifully about this hard hard journey {with a faith much stronger than my own and in words I’m not sure I’d be able to articulate} at

Death is part of this fallen world and no life is more precious than another, but some seem to hit harder than others.  Like, for instance, a young missionary dad who leaves behind a wife and 6 children like AIM missionary Chris Gennaro, who died in February or a thirteen month old little girl who leaves behind a mommy & daddy & 3 big brothers at the start of their missionary journey. 

Continue to pray for Michelle Gennaro and her 6 children as they continue to grieve and meet with friends, family and supporters in the States.  And please pray for Aaron and Stephanie Kelley and their three boys as they return to the US for Hannah’s memorial and as they plan to return to Tenwek to serve.  

And hug your kids extra tight tonight,

in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.  Psalm 139:16 esv

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Life is Full

Life is full of three little ones, two of which are in preschool and it’s their mamma’s turn to teach in March.  I find myself photocopying coloring pages and thinking up songs that have to do with caterpillars and ladybugs.


Life is full of variety nights and caring community nights and class parties filling our calendar right through each weekend.  With students that live twenty-four hours a day with us on campus, most evenings are scheduled, and we find ourselves having to schedule our own down time. 

Life is full of study – Dan involved in mens’ groups and me with a Thursday morning women’s study and a small monthly prayer group.  We are seeking the Lord as Dan reads through the Bible in a year for a second time and I work to memorize James


Life is full of relationships.  Deep, meaningful friendships beginning to take root – some with staff, some with students.  Our children continue to be a window into building relationships with students, in addition to our activities on campus.  Nearly everyone knows Ethan, Nate and Evie.

Life is full of the bittersweet.  Hearing from loved ones so far away fills us up with happiness and yet comes mixed with sorrow.  We read of the old testament prophets and can’t help but resonate with them on some level – called to GO despite hardship and pain in leaving but also finding the JOY of the Lord is our strength.

Life is full of blessing as we serve here.  Little things that cause us give thanks to the Father. 

Last Saturday morning spent with twenty-some other women learning how to more faithfully love and serve our husbands. 

A 30-day fitness challenge that I couldn’t resist signing up for, three days a week at 6:20am. 

Kijabe Hospital and faithful missionary doctors who are just a walk down the hill when we need them.

An abundance of raspberries and strawberries donated to RVA last week! We feasted like Kings!


In this season, it seems life really IS full.  And we are full of thanks. 

Friday, March 8, 2013

HOME: in the Center of His Will

It’s Friday and that means it’s Five Minute Friday at Lisa Jo’s blog.  You should join along if you can for “five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.”

Maybe, like me, it will be your cure for writer’s block.


At first glance, home is a million things all wrapped up in a fuzzy feeling.  For me, the smell of chlorine and the sight of a pool feels like home.  Summers and winters spent tirelessly pouring myself out in the water translate into a thirty year old woman, who can not resist the sight and the smell of a natatorium.


But as I’m growing and learning and changing: Home is also knowing I am where the Lord has me.  In this moment, at this time, following His call in obedience, not always easy, not always a feeling, but it’s home.  Kenya. 

Not because it smells of chlorine, always bringing about warm fuzzy feelings; in fact we live on a continent where many struggle to find clean drinking water let alone clean swimming water.  And we don’t always have warm feelings.

Rather, it’s home because we labor where we know HE has us.  We are confident in the One who sustains us here and it makes this our Home. 

And we long for the Day of His return when we will be ushered into His presence and be HOME for eternity.

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