Dear Kenya,

I meant to write this sooner but it seems I have a hard time making all my many thoughts (thought bubbles are what I like to call them) come together in a clear, concise letter.

I also love words dearly so I tend to over think and analyze each sentence.

 

So I decided, for this letter, I would try my best to stop thinking so hard and just write.

I'm excited to meet you.  I'm excited because I love travel. Though what I love more is traveling with a sense of purpose or reason. Travelling to get your hands dirty, to sleep in not so comfy conditions, to give even when it hurts.  That's the kind of travel I love.

 

A door opened to come see you, unexpectedly, it was after I had let go of planning and thinking and researching.  It was when I thought, "Well, maybe, now just isn't the time.  Maybe going to Africa will have to wait."

 

And then you showed up, through a dear friend to suprise me.

 

Two open spots on her trip, with this organization.  That was all she said.

 

So I prayed and bought my tickets and now you are here - I meet you tomorrow. 

 

I hope you know I only want to do what is best for you.  So if that means talking to people all night and into the wee hours of the morning - I will. 

 

If it means lifting heavy things in the hot sun all day - I will.

 

If it means being still and quiet and not saying anything at all - I will.

 

If it means dancing, jumping for joy, lifting my hands in the air, running with kids - I will.

 

If it means praying with strangers, when sometimes I struggle to pray out loud - I will.

 

Just tell me what you need. 

 

I pray you take all you need from me and leave the rest.   I pray that you change me, for good.  I pray that I come back to you again, if I am meant too, and that it is for a long, long time - not just a week or a few days. 

I pray that I come home refreshed and encouraged and full of joy.   

I can't wait to meet you:)

 

Love,

Maeve

 

 

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