My time in Kenya was wonderful. I did a remarkable amount of listening. It seems when people saw me, their instinct was just to pour out their hearts. I seem to represent a safe place, I am removed from their context and they are assured of confidentiality since I am leaving soon. But I heard a lot of stories.
Its amazing how many people in this world just long to be listened to and understood. It is such a simple gift that anyone can offer another.
I was touched to hear some people recall whole conversations we had years ago, word for word. Some people described very specific ways I had changed their thinking.
“I love the way you love my country.” said Jay, “You once told me you think it’s so silly how Kenyans idolize Western culture; and you are right. I’ve become much more proud of our culture ever since.”
I also got to do some meddling in peoples dating lives, look through photo albums, hold babies, cry, laugh, reminisce, and share. I tried to be as honest as possible about the highs and lows of the last few years and the struggles I have had in pursuing this dream of mine.
Overall, it was such a good time for my heart. I feel bolstered and refreshed and reassured of my calling.
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