Let Down Your Anchor

Let down your anchor,
Wayfaring soul,
Rest your Trust, and be Still;
For with the Winds,
We give way,
To currents of our own will.

On great waters,
Or close to shore,
Our souls grow weathered like a sail;
We lose our mark,
Tossed by storms,
The compass’s needle tends to flail.

The waves of the world,
Then pull us out,
Lift us high, above the deep;
With a crash,
We ride down,
From heights we cannot keep.

For, when did the Tide,
Ever guide,
The dreams that take us to Sea;
We tac from the stern,
We wait from the bow,
The wind, to move, we plea.

But, then the Captain,
Commands His crew,
To toss our maps aside;
Our own way,
Thrown overboard,
And we are along for the ride.

Strange channel unknown,
How narrow it seems,
With such a wide ocean ahead;
Yet I know,
That with our Guide,
To safe havens, He’ll lead.

Let down your Anchor,
Whenever he says,
He knows when the wind is at bay;
If it seems slow,
Wait for it,
It will come, not a moment delayed.

Based on Habakkuk 2:1-3, 2 Kings 18, Psalm 107, and Acts 28

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A Feather of Courage for the New Year

In November, my sister, Nora, gave me this gold feather Etsy necklace for my 28th birthday.  She said it was my Courage for 2014.

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My Courage…

The Quakers have historically used white feathers as symbols of Peace.  In Downtown Abbey, we watch as women (members of the Order of the White Feather) interrupt a benefit concert to hand out white feathers to men who have refrained from enlisting — hence, the antithesis of Courage, being Cowardice.

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In the Masaii tribe of Kenya, warriors wear head dresses of birds’ feathers (ostrich plumes and eagle feathers) as highly prized symbols of Bravery.  Even their youth will wear a bird’s nest with feathers on their heads as a symbol of Rebirth: inside the nest will grow not only the new hair/feathers of the emerging man, but also the dreams and ambitions of adulthood…

I’ve been wearing my feather necklace for the past several weeks…do I believe that by wearing it, I am somehow made into a more courageous and brave woman, simply by having it on?  Of course not.

But, admittedly, the simple act of wearing this physical symbol has brought daily reminders to me to be Courageous.

The other day, I was swimming laps preparing for my next Triathlon, and was thinking, “This is HARD.  I am so out of shape!”  But, all those summers of my parents making us do swim team, waking up for 5:30a practices, competing against others and being a team-player, cheering for us to swim just one more lap…were instrumental in teaching us to do hard things.  And, this is how Courage demonstrates itself – by doing hard things.

Doing hard things means being a Fighter and Survivor.  Doing hard things means doing the right thing, even when we don’t want to.  Doing hard things means not giving up.  Doing hard things means stepping up to the plate and not being afraid to fail or speak your mind or stand up for yourself.  Doing hard things means investing, inventing, and investigating.  Doing hard things means letting a door that wants to close, close.  Doing hard things means sacrificing, and swearing to our own hurt.  Doing hard things means keeping your word.  Doing hard things means walking through doors that open, even when we are afraid to test it. Doing hard things means claiming Reality and Truth, amidst fleeting feelings.  And, these are basic examples of  Courage, among so many others…

But, in an age where success is driven by what we DO, and how we are DOING at our careers, and if we are DOING enough, and when we can DO this or that, I am made exhausted.  If my 2014 becomes all about DOING things (hard or not), and those hard things define my Courage, I’m already spent.

When was the last time we congratulated Courage as simply Believing…?

Believing, in a world that demands facts and figures.  Believing, in a culture that seeks to control our own fates.  Believing, in a city where you can only trust yourself and watch your own back.  Believing, in a generation that is too impatient to wait.  Believing, in an age where Faith has been Forgotten.  Believing IN God, instead of ourselves.  Believing that God really is alive, and eager to enter into relationship with His creation.  Believing that the Bible isn’t just fables and records, but the very words of an Eternal Father.

There is this saying…Good things come to those who Wait.  Is it not Courageous to wait – all the while believing – that God really does offer all that is good, pleasing, and perfect?  Is it not Courageous to perhaps believe that better things lie ahead, beyond this Life?

I looked up Feather in the Bible.  The only thing I could find was this, in Psalm 91:

“He will cover you with his Feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

…He will cover you with his Courage, and under his wings you will find refuge…

…i want to be covered by His Courage this year…i want to find the refuge and solace of God’s faithfulness – a testimony of 28 years during which He has pursued, loved, spoken, and proved to me that He is real and a rewarder of those who seek Him.

Perhaps the greatest Courage comes in the belief that God offers true freedom, apart from works and my performance.  Yes, I must continue to DO the right thing in this life, which can be hard.  And, DOING these hard things come with courageous costs.

But, DOING these hard things don’t earn His love for me.  Doing these hard things aren’t the ticket to blessing.  Doing these hard things don’t suffocate me…they don’t disappoint me…they don’t tie me down…they don’t limit my hopes and dreams…they don’t keep me from having fun…they don’t pull me away from joy and laughter and happiness.

Doing the hard thing of believing Him, and all of His promises, quite simply, Free me.

And this is Courage.

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Fall’s Fresh Flavors

Fall is here…and with it, fresh flavors and spices to refresh your palate.

This season, I’m supporting local vendors affiliated with Washington’s Green Grocer by receiving a bi-monthly box of seasonal fruits and veggies to my door, which has challenged me to cook creatively and simply.

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A few simple ideas for your week…both for snacks and substance.

Spicy Chicken Sausage with Quinoa, Roasted Garlic Cauliflower, and Kale-Pear Salad

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Fresh Kale Salad with Roasted Sweet Potato, Pecorino Cheese, Roasted Almonds & Apple

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Smoky Indian Lentils with Cucumber-Yogurt Sauce and Fresh Carrot Slaw

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Ginger-Cashew Granola with Raisins

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Peanut Butter & Jelly-inspired Protein Bars

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Spicy Chicken Corn Chowder with Bacon,  Jalepeno, and Potatoes

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A Summer Swept By…

 Kisses Goodbye, to a Summer Swept By…

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For whatever reason, this past summer was one of the fastest of my life.  Remember the days when Street Lamps turning on at dusk were the only thing we watched as a measure of keeping time and tempo on our daily lives?  We would play with friends in the streets until we couldn’t see each other anymore, and that’s how we knew it was time to go home.

Now, summer feels like the few-and-far between cool breezes that hit the humid streets of DC and give you that momentary relief, and then dances away.  Where it goes?  I know not.  Perhaps it’s the timeless pulse of city life.  Perhaps it’s the ebb and flow of bearing greater responsibilities, and not having enough time to accomplish everything we believe in and want to do.  Perhaps it’s as simple as learning the lesson of rest, which is ironically a discipline in itself. Regardless, September has flown by too, and here we are on the brink of the fall season in all its glory.  So, I thought I would finally wrap up summer.

Between May and August, my activities and travels serendipitously bore the theme of ‘South-Western’.  I kicked off May with a Cinco de Mayo freak accident in the kitchen, resulting in 12 stitches on my right wrist due to a Cuisinart Food processor blade cut | in June, I headed out to Austin, TX in June to visit my brother, Peter, for a long weekend of great food, music, and outdoor activities | in July, I flew out to Santa Fe, New Mexico on a business trip with members of Meridian’s Council on Women’s Leadership to attend the 10th International Folk Art Market, where hundreds of women entrepreneurs showcase their goods and learn practical business skills during the weekend |  in early August, I hosted a special event for my corporate members with the Ambassador of Peru  | and, for the finale, flew down to Costa Rica in August with my best friend, Britt, for a week of surf and turf and hiking and rest, before ringing in the last days of summer at the Outer Banks with my family for a week at our favorite rental house, Gift by the Sea, in Corolla, NC.

Away from my tiny apartment, and in wider, open spaces, it was refreshing to get away and unplug from the intensity – and urgency – of DC.  It is easy to feel like connectivity equals productivity.  But, full calendars, while they increase quantity of tasks and activities, don’t always produce better quality in our lives…relationships do.  I know I’m not saying anything that profound or new — but, it’s always amazing to me how easy it is to forget how it is our faith, family and friendships that enrich our lives the most, and reap the best rewards.

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Peter and I at Mumford & Sons

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Good times with old and new friends

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Downtown Austin…growing at rapid speed.

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THE original Whole Foods
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COSTA RICA

Our mountain home at Tres Rios in Coronado, about 3 hours outside San Jose to the South-East side.  Being here was like being back in Kijabe, Kenya.  From the ocean to the mountains to the rainforest to the afternoon thunderstorms, it uncannily felt like being back home at RVA…

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It doesn’t get much better than fresh Fish Taco’s

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Have I really been coming here 25+ summers in a row?

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Two of my many great, vacation reads – Transatlantic and Every Good Endeavor

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30 mile ride with Dad in preparation for my third Triathlon!

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The epic, Outer Banks-record Fishing Trip – 42 Tuna and 12 Dolphin in one day

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Kate the Great

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The Gals

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Every Jansen family vacation includes daily exercise – even human body pyramids.

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My amazing family

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Fully Known

I don’t know why I’m single,
like I don’t know why I’m saved;
Grace lives in the desert,
And Grace pours down like rain.

It’s not that I’m not Found,
It’s that I’m fully Known;
And mysteries in the dark?
As safe as miracles shown.

Still, Wrest’ling to believe,
The promises unseen;
I question “I Am’s” Mind,
And the Best that He will deem.

Shan’t we trust the One?
Whose Cross trumps every doubt?
Of Love eternally etched,
In every year I count.

And what if we believed,
as simply as a Child;
That Hopes unseen exist,
Truer than this World’s Wiles.

 

Sweeter still, the days,
I believe do lie ahead —
When silver dreams are tossed,
For golden joys instead.

I dont know who You are,
But I know the great I AM,
Who’s shaping us for glory,
A woman and a man.

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For my KUE Girls…

TO MY “KUE” GIRLS

4 Years Ago…

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Dear Sarah, Eun Ae, Anna, Yoyo, Kirsten, Segyo, Bree, Kirsten, Kassie, Jacquie, Esther, Sigrid, Ha Eun, Amy, Julia, Emily, and Rebecca:

It’s hard to believe that 4 years have past since you all were in 9th grade, and I was your rookie Dorm Mom — “Miss Emily” — at RVA.  Now, you are all on the brink of finishing high-school this month, and preparing to disperse into your next adventures, travels, and challenges around the world.  Where will you go?!  What will you be?!  When will you start college?!  I truly wish I could be there to see you graduate this summer…

In following your lives over Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, text messages, and e-mail the last four years, I am so proud of who you have each become and the ways I have seen you grow from afar.  Who you were in 9th grade is probably very different from who you are today, and I know God has been faithful to help you grow, blossom and mature in beautiful ways.   Thank you for letting me play a small role in that process four years ago…I feel so blessed to have met each one of you, and to have lived daily life together. I know it wasn’t always easy letting a 23 year old “rookie” staffer play the role of ‘surrogate mom’ in your lives — and I was by no means perfect — but, I do believe we can look back with great fondness for the memories made in the halls of the Kedong Upper East dorm that year…if anything, I think we’ll always remember the night we successfully pranked the Bongo dorm boys 🙂

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Do you girls remember those crazy Tie-Die shirts we made…?  I don’t have mine anymore, but when I was looking back at this picture, it made me realize that Tie-Die shirts are a great metaphor for your individuality and God’s unique “design” OF you, and FOR your lives.  OK, perhaps the mental picture is a bit silly — but, think about it.  You had a vision of what you wanted your shirt to look like, you picked your dye colors, and tied the knots on the shirts with rubber bands, and let it soak in…and, then you waited.

None of us really knew how our shirts were going to look — and, then we oooo-hh and aaaa-hhhhh at each other’s creative ideas that were different than our own.  But, despite our attempts to control the lines and splashes and twists of color, none of us could really predict how our shirt would turn out, could we?  We did our best to precisely paint our “ideas” on the shirts, but they all came out slightly different than expected.

I think you know where I’m going with this.  Your life, like the shirt, is unique.  God’s plans for your next steps of life, like the shirt, are different than anyone else’s.  God has a plan to prosper YOU personally — not to harm you — a plan to give you a hope and a future (Jeremiah).  No one’s shirt (ie unique path) is better than the rest — it will just be….different.  And, that’s a good thing, because you know that God personally loves you, and will complete what’s best for you in the days to come.  You will, of course, play a role in “painting” the picture.  He will put tools in your hands (the dye, rubber bands, shirt) and say GO.  Just remember, it probably won’t all turn out the way you might expect, but it will always be for His glory and your best good.

Ecclesiastes 3 says that there is a time for everything.  A season for all areas of life.  And, that God — being the great Painter — will make everything beautiful in its time.  This is my prayer for each of you — that you will joyfully embrace the good things God has in store, and wait for them watchfully, prayerfully, and with patience.  Give yourself, your time, your possessions, your heart — fully to where God plants you and asks you to sow.  And, trust that He will be the same, Yesterday, Today and Forever.  I continue to learn this myself — that our lives go in seasons, and that we simply need to be good Stewards of the particular things God calls us to focus on within each season of life.  It’s not always easy, when we have so many goals, ideas, hopes, and dreams — and not enough time to focus on all of them at once 🙂  But, like Jim Elliott once said, “Wherever you are, be ALL there; live to the hilt of every situation which you find to be the will of God.”

Perhaps that’s why we put the word “THRIVE” on the back walls of our KUE dorm that first night of dorm devo’s.  We knew we wanted to do more than survive the mundane tasks and responsibilities of each school day — we wanted to fully live the life God had  for us that year, and grow in the process without always agonizing over the end result.  May the Lord give you joy and faith to do just that in your next steps: Thrive.

I love you all.  Wish I could be there to give you a great, big congratulatory hug as you graduate next week — but, know that I am thinking of you from afar, whether you are at RVA or back in your home countries.

Much Love, ‘Miss Emily’

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Embracing the Wait at your Watchpost

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Habakkuk 2-3 | Embracing the Wait at your Watch-post

“I will take my stand at my watch-post, and station myself on the tower, and look out to see what he will say to me, and what I will answer concerning my complaint.

And the Lord answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie.  If it seems slow, wait for itit will surely come; it will not delay.  But my righteous ones shall live by [her] faith.”

“Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail, and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.  God is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on high places.”

The Story

Did you know that Habakkuk was the long-awaited, prayed-for son who was miraculously born to the old Shunammite woman highlighted in 2 Kings 4…?

The woman had a vision: to bring forth a son, an heir.  She was wealthy, of stature in her society, married, able to offer food and hospitality to the prophet Elisha,  and comfortable as she dwelt among her own people.  But, she lacked the one thing she envisioned for her life: a child.  Not only was she old, but her husband was aging, too.

Elisha then says to her, “At this season, about this time next year [the appointed time], you shall embrace a son.”  She essentially laughs and says, ‘You’re lying.’  But, lo and behold, “about that time the following spring,” she did indeed bear a son.

The Son

“Habakkuk” itself comes from the Hebrew root חבק, meaning “embrace”.  Therefore, it is no coincidence that Elisha used this word, “embrace,” to thematically foretell of the male heir who would be born to the Shunammite woman!

If we believe that all scripture is “breathed out” by God (2 Timothy), then it should build our faith to see how God specifically spoke the word “embrace” through Elisha to prophesy of Habakkuk’s birth to the Shunammite woman.  When he puts certain words in the Bible, there are always divine reasons and purposes behind them.

The Season

A year after the promise was foretold to the woman, she embraced her living, breathing, crying, hungry son Habakkuk.  But, she had to wait until “the appointed time.”  My friend just delivered twins: a precious girl and strong boy.  She waited for those babies for a long, long, long time…and, her season of waiting was a difficult climb on the “high places” of prayer, triumph, pain, and faith.

But, she didn’t stop standing at her watch-post to see what God had in store.  Yes, waiting for something or someone we want in this life can be painful, confusing, disappointing, and grueling at times…but, that doesn’t mean we leave our post and abandon our view from the tower to watch for whatever – and whoever – God is sending our way.

Singleness

I am not embarrassed or ashamed to write about singleness (ie: the struggle for a Christian woman to wait patiently for God to bring “the One.”)  I have never written about this topic before on my blog, but several conversations with girlfriends lately have given me a fresh yearning to encourage the women of God in my midst and city to not give IN to doubt, and not give UP to pray for God’s provision in this area of life.

The topic of singleness, I believe, needs to be fleshed out and not hidden away in the closets of our tiny DC apartments and row homes.  While I have only lived in Washington for six months, I have felt the magnetic pull of this unspoken “rule” that single Christian females shouldn’t talk a lot about our struggles with singleness because we should be “content” and just busy ourselves with work, church, friends, networking, professional development, service and outreach to our community and neighborhoods, and just with generally ‘enjoying the single season.’

Yes – all of our unique careers and callings are noble and worthy of time and focus – I would be the first to admit that I am an ambitious person.  I love my job, and with that zeal, comes a passion to be the best that I can be at it, work long hours, and pursue every detail 110%, sometimes to the point of obsession.

And yes – contentment is certainly a character quality we need to cultivate each day – and, again, I would be the first to admit that contentment can be a painful discipline, just like exercise, or dieting, or just doing hard things in life.  But, are we busying ourselves so much to the point where we are exhausted at the end of every day and weekend…? Filling our days to the brim, leaving no time for reflection, quiet, prayer, and peace…?  Living with FOMA (“Fear of Missing Out”)?  Being afraid to just say “No””  Ultimately, have we left our unique Watch-posts for the pursuit of other immediate, temporal distractions…?

I am writing this post because I want to encourage all of the single, Christian women in this city, in my church, in my life, to Embrace the Wait at your Watch-Post.  Wait like the Sunammite woman, with gumption, with audacious prayers, with boldness, with joy.  I don’t know exactly how to perfectly do that, but in breaking down this passage, I believe it would follow in this vein:

1.  Capture your Vision 

Write down your Vision, your Ambition, your Dreams.  Capture it – through written prayers.  Think through what you envision for your spouse and marriage.  Don’t be afraid of expressing your specific desires to God – but offer those “wants” with open hands.

2.  Entrust the Appointed Time to God

The good news: there IS an appointed time.  God doesn’t tell us the “when,” but He always offers details on the “who”: Himself, His character, His promises.  As you wait, remember Spurgeon’s comforting words, “When I cannot trace God’s Hand, I must Trust God’s Heart.”

3.  Wait Trustingly

Are you waiting as a Pessimist, or an Optimist?  Christians doubt themselves, but they never doubt Christ’s ability to “do more than ALL we could ever ask or imagine.”  Waiting doesn’t mean being passive in prayer or life or meeting others, or even making preemptive assumptions about yourself or others.  Waiting Trustingly means that we BELIEVE in God and His promises (remembering His PAST provisions), and walk forward with courage and faith each day, being Watchful.

4.  Live Your Life by Faith

LIVE your life BY Faith.  Truly LIVE.  One of my favorite authors and visionaries of all time is Elisabeth Elliott. She says:

“The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be LIVED — not always looked forward to as though the “real” living were around the corner.  It is TODAY for which we are responsible – God still owns tomorrow.”

I am guilty of living in the future, and not in the moment.  I have big dreams – and ambitions – for my life and career, and am constantly making lists and plans and steps on how I am going to get there.  I forget that the “real living” is actually TODAY, February 9, 2013.  It’s OK to dream, of course…as they say, ‘If you fail to plan, you’ll plan to fail.’  BUT, are we clinging too much to the maybe’s of tomorrow?  If so, why?  One of my friends shared with me last year, “Emily, go have FUN this year.”  Maybe some have the opposite problem…but for me, this statement held a lot of truth to it.  My eyes were so far forward, that I would miss out on the joys and laughs and memories of the moment.

I don’t write this today because I’m bashing on men, or am intensely discontent with not being married yet, or because I’m soliciting sympathy and violin-playing.

I simply write these words because I’m eager to encourage you to be like Habukkuk.  Stand at your Tower, wherever that is.  Wait at your unique Watch-post.  You may not have a divine telescope, prophetic binoculars, or even perfectly clear skies to peer through.  But, you have God as Your Strength, Your Joy, Your Guide for the High Places.

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Changed

one day soon, i will go,

back to what was so well known.

but this place, once quite strange,

feels oddly more like home.

in this time, i have changed;

and more than I can say.

it simply happened over time,

a little, day by day.

mother to, seventeen,

has made life quite full;

they’ve filled and drained my heart, of Love;

and sanctified my soul.

i still wonder at what point,

my life, and dreams were lost;

into their sweet, young hopes,

which somehow, made mine thrust.

He never told me, of the pain,

I would feel for them;

Stories, memories, surfaced up,

Owned by each one’s name.

And feeling deeply, my soul bore –

Their burdens that gave age –

To the book of my life,

Their tears on every page.

Yet, the sunshine in their smiles,

Brightened like the morn,

And Christ Himself walked our hall,

Helping Love be borne.

With every word, there was growth,

As we learned to talk,

But even more, to Listen true,

And keep our ears unlocked.

Who could guess that in one year,

These girls became my friends,

Not a job, nor a task,

But Beauty built to the end.

I did not bring them into the world,

Yet I have learned each cry;

This thing, maternal, grew within,

And I doubt it will ever die.

And, who can speak of settling,

When constant change is known,

Packing is their expertise,

And thousands of miles they’ve flown.

So when life felt unsettingly,

My fear was swallowed whole,

By their courage, aged and true,

That soared inside their souls.

“Are you here?” one asked of me,

“…Or simply biding time?”

I choked up, holding back my tears,

For leaving seems sublime:

A family at home to support,

Through a time so very tough,

Yet how did I think one year in Kenya,

Would possibly be enough…?

But the next chapter awaits,

And the pages must turn;

To Home, I’ll go and embrace new life;

My heart, for Africa, will always yearn.

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beneath my feet

Their lives are broken,

As cracked as the red, dry dirt,

Beneath my feet, under my toes.

I smell the angst of poverty.

I sniff the dung of the cows,

I climb the hills of weighted burdens.

Every crack; like one small piece of sorrow.

Connected to the next,

As sorrow upon sorrow runs through the landscape of their lives.

Yet they smile,

Greet me, “Habari!”

Looking, watching, for

Cheering hope, in each hello.

Their hearts are troubled, their souls are dry,

Their bodies, truly, daily die.

So when the rain comes, heavy down,

Upon the dry, unfertile ground,

They look with wonder, up at the sky –

To see if God is passing by, saying:

“Deliver me from this pain,

The lifetime lived in such mundane.”

Watching, they lift up their hands,

From the broken, weary land,

At such a time as this, I bleed.

In my heart, for Liberty.

For joy and love to free the chained,

The blind, the sick, the poor, the lamed.

And, can the One truly save,

These lives, their hopes to re-pave?

Upon the broken, cracked brown path,

I prayed that souls would be kept from wrath.

Under the arms of tree spread wide,

I prayed that Faith would come alive.

For if there is one thing to fear,

It’s eternity spent in fire and tears.

In this land, where Time stands still.

I pray the Lord will redeem our wills.

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old year, new year

Old year, going, take with you,

All our failures, sorrows, too;

Memories of bitter years,

old regrets and futile tears –

Fret and envy, greed and spite.

Take them with you, pray tonight.

Pride too lofty, dreams too crude,

Hate, with all its venomed brood,

Discontent, our subtle foe –

Old year, take them, as you go.

New Year, bright as dawning youth,

Bring us Fatih, and love of truth;

Kindly thoughts of one and all,

Charity for those who fall,

Strength to help and zest to cheer,

Hope to banish doubt and fear.

Bring us quietness, content,

When our brimming months are spent.

Old year, here is our farewell,

New Year, hail!  We wish you well.”

Thomas C. Clark

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