This is the story of my first day in Kenya some 11 yrs ago and a bit about how it has shaped my life today.
I clearly remember stepping off the plane in Nairobi, Kenya my first time overseas. It was a hot day and you could see the heat radiating off of the tarmac as you walked down the steps of the plane onto the asphalt. I looked out beyond the runway and saw trees, just like the ones in the photos of Africa that grow out horizontally and have a beautiful sunset behind them. I remember seeing baboons and other animals off in the bush too. It was then that I realized I was really in Africa.
After I cleared immigration and all the people peddling their things to tourists I got a lift with some fellow missionaries into the bustling city of Nairobi. Being the capital of Kenya it was huge! I had my camera at the ready to take a picture of every monkey, burning trash pile and strange animal that I saw not knowing that I would soon become desensitized to them. Many of the people spoke English, but the majority spoke Kiswahili a language I was anxious to learn.
That night I wrote feverishly in my journal trying to capture every sight, smell, taste and sound. I was really excited knowing that within days I’d journey to my new home in the bush of northern Kenya and was wondering how God would use me there. What I didn’t know then is that my time in Kenya set me on a course that would change my life and take me around the world preaching the Gospel. So much of my life was to be found in that one small seed that was my first day in Kenya…