Into the Heart of Kenya: The Great Rift Valley

So I didn't go to church today.

I didn't go to a building where I sang worship and listened to a message for a couple hours.

But I worshiped God today.

As I floated accross Lake Naivasha among stoic hippos and dramatically patterned birds. As I stood in awe among a field of wildebeest, impala, giraffes, and zebras. As I peered into a den of baby pythons. As I stared around at the rolling green hills and proud mountains, rich with acacia trees stretching their arms across the bright blue sky. As I bounced along a dusty, pot-hole-riddled road winding through the ridges, towns, and small rivers of the valley. As I sat on a house porch eating pancakes and surrounded by laughter and friends. As I joined in the student-led worship of a Kenyan boarding high school (RVA), voices from all over the world lifted together in a moment of praise.

I worshiped by enjoying God's creation. I worshiped in my conversations and relationships with people and friends. I worshiped by taking a moment to realize how CRAZY blessed I am and to soak in my life... thinking on the weirdness of things like the fact that I almost didn't go to school at LeTourneau, I almost missed the door that led me to the heart of Kenya and to the love of its landscape and its people.

Tomorrow I take a step even farther into my future as we go to shadow a pediatric neurosurgeon (only one of the top in the world…) in his morning rounds at Kijabe Hospital and then observe surgery.

So I didn't go to church today, but Oh, I went to church today. :)

All I'm saying, is that this place is gonna be pretty hard to leave.

View from Mt. Longonot - photo creds to Ms. Rispin

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