After having a good day with Dr. Emily and family in Nairobi, I am thankful for peace in Kenya, the American election process(no matter how flawed it may be), and coming from a place that I am proud to call home.
I am just passing through today, and quite fortunate to be a day earlier than the revealing of election results from Monday's contest(a runoff may be needed). 19 people died on polling day from a radical group(largely unrelated to the election, they are from the Mombassa costal region that I have been nowhere close to on this trip and were know about before the attack). The majority of the country has been peaceful. God is blessing Kenya.
I don't ever fear to cast a vote. I vote by mail or electronically and it is counted. It takes 25 minutes. All things I take for granted.
As I sit here in a very nice (and well protected) airport, I am notified that my flight is delayed. No worries. It is Africa, nothing happens on time. This is the second of six flights to get home. Hakuna matata. My stomach is starting to get angry. I have prayer and cipro. Life is very nice from the African perspective, even though most of us Americans would consider it less than ideal. There are many things we can respect and learn from this way of life.
I love when a country thrives because the majority of people love Jesus and therefore respect their government's authority. Ethiopians are proud. Kenyans are too. I am proud, to have a wonderful home on the Earth and a greater one for beyond this life.
I am just passing through today, and quite fortunate to be a day earlier than the revealing of election results from Monday's contest(a runoff may be needed). 19 people died on polling day from a radical group(largely unrelated to the election, they are from the Mombassa costal region that I have been nowhere close to on this trip and were know about before the attack). The majority of the country has been peaceful. God is blessing Kenya.
I don't ever fear to cast a vote. I vote by mail or electronically and it is counted. It takes 25 minutes. All things I take for granted.
As I sit here in a very nice (and well protected) airport, I am notified that my flight is delayed. No worries. It is Africa, nothing happens on time. This is the second of six flights to get home. Hakuna matata. My stomach is starting to get angry. I have prayer and cipro. Life is very nice from the African perspective, even though most of us Americans would consider it less than ideal. There are many things we can respect and learn from this way of life.
I love when a country thrives because the majority of people love Jesus and therefore respect their government's authority. Ethiopians are proud. Kenyans are too. I am proud, to have a wonderful home on the Earth and a greater one for beyond this life.
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