10ke0601wre4 - Adventures from an Overnight Bus

I've finally made it to Mpeketoni, which is near Lamu, but prior to our arrival here, God needed to teach me a lesson. Amy, Little Emily, Big Emily, and I traveled from Nairobi to Mpeketoni, which ended up being a 14-hour ride on a bus full of Africans of all shapes, sizes, and smells. It was a challenge to say in the least, but I will admit that I didn't have it near as bad as Emily, who had to pee from the first hour we were on the bus and never got the chance until hour five of the ride. And I certainly didn't have it as bad as Amy, who got stepped and sat on a few times. Let's just say there is no personal space in Kenya.

God, however, in His grace, taught me a lesson throughout this experience. During the night, I was of course extremely uncomfortable and my ability to sleep was slim to none, but I thought about the stars that I had seen the last time I was in Africa, and I remembered that I had never seen anything so beautiful. That night, while I couldn't sleep, I looked at the stars and prayed to the God that put them there.

And the God who put me here. In Kenya. On the World Race.

I felt a peace as we drove, despite the loud African music videos and the baby crying in the back of the bus. Whatever worries and fears I had about this whole experience seemed to disappear, and for the first time in a long time, I felt as if I was truly resting in the arms of Jesus, my best friend. I never knew it would be in Kenya, on a loud bus that I would find the Savior with His arms open, ready to give me the rest that I needed.

And you can ask Amy too. After that, I slept almost the entire 14 hours.