you never know what God intends for you. My good friend and author, Robin Jones Gunn, (author of the several FABULOUS YA books – check them out!) recently returned from a trip to Africa. She’s been longing for Africa since her college days … read her amazing story here.
You captured my heart, you beautiful land of soft skies and red earth
I waited thirty years to touch you
And now you have touched me
Forever I will carry into the quiet places of my soul
A rolling echo of your voice.
For the rest of my days
Whenever the Lord comes to me
Bringing comfort and light
I will look for the red dust on His nail-scarred feet
And I will know where He has been
~ a love note scribbled in my journal on the plane ride home from Kenya ~
November 10, 2009
I’m home from the LittWorld Conference that was held outside of Nairobi, Kenya. The entire trip was incredible and God felt very close! Do you remember in my October newsletter how I said I’d applied to serve in Africa when I was a college student? The position was as a “Laundry Supervisor,” but I was turned down because of my lack of qualifications. Twenty years later I met Wambura at a LittWorld Conference. She said God had sent my stories to Africa instead of sending me, and the stories had washed hearts. She also said that when I did come to her home in Kenya one day, she would help to fulfill God’s will for my life and let me wash her laundry.
Before we even reached Wambura’s apartment, we came upon a group of women washing clothes by the river. Impulsively, I asked our van driver to stop. I walked over to the women while Wambura took pictures. Introducing myself, I said, “I can’t really explain this, but it has long been in my heart to wash clothes in Africa. May I put my hands into your wash bucket?” The intrigued woman agreed, and I plunged my hands into the cold, soapy water. It was a small baptism for me, as I recommitted myself to the Lord, praying, “Cleanse my heart and my hands, Great God. Use me to serve others.” I cried and the tender woman reached for me. We hugged and smiled. Unspoken womanly heart messages passed between us. I returned to the van feeling very young and sweetly fulfilled.
Two days later we arrived at Wambura’s apartment at 11 pm. Despite the late hour, she led me to her clothes basket, and I trotted down the hall, ready to supervise her laundry. I could only pretend I was washing clothes because she was without running water due to ongoing city complications. It didn’t matter. Mission accomplished with much joy.
More more photos & a video please visit Robin’s fanpage on Facebook!