Africa Dreaming

i thought about africa while i was riding my bike on the military ridge trail yesterday. as the sun was sinking low, i was taking in all the different types of plant life and listening to the birds. i wondered how different the sights and sounds in africa would be in comparison. the sun was warm but the air was cool and breezy. i pretended i was on a dirt trail in africa. i watched the sun turn a deep red and knew it would be rising for my (soon to be) friends in nairobi. it still boggles my mind that i will get to meet them in a few days. my heart was welling up. i can't believe i have this opportunity to go to a new and different place where the faces always look so warm and kind, even in the midst of severe poverty....man, i just don't get it.
but i want to understand it.

as i headed home i felt God's presence. I feel Him most when i'm alone...it's when i hear Him best. His whispers fill my life. all my questions about the universe in it's enormity, the world with it's injustice and poverty...all my worries about this life... they all just fall into big hands. they have to. i felt surrounded by the three in one. all the integral parts of the whole reassuring me that "everything's gonna be alright".

then this song by fernando ortega came into my mind...road song.

"One rides in the summer wind beside me, One flies with the stars That set the wild night on fire, One runs close and steady as a river, I could drive for miles Carried by that choir. "

each and every one of us are carried by big hands.

kortney