Lucas went to Kenya last year. I was so happy that he was going and I was super excited about all the experiences he'd have and all of the great cultural experiences he'd certainly get. I knew that going and working in a rural African hospital wasn't necessarily the safest thing he could do, but I definitely felt that it'd be worth it.
But now...
Now it's about 200 days until our wedding and he's in Kenya. Earlier this week, news headlines read, "Bomb rips through Nairobi minibus, killing six" (Chicago Tribune). I spoke to Lucas later that evening and he said he could hear the sirens outside his window. The excitement I used to have for his huge cultural immersion suddenly wasn't as thick.
And it's true... I'm not elated that he's there. I've been brought to my knees more than once, pleading out to God, that he would be brought back safely. I'm thankful that I'm marrying a man who is determined to love others more than himself and is committed to finding out what loving the marginalized looks like and how he can best prepare himself to do that. I'm thrilled that this is the man that I will be with...
But I still feel fear creep up my neck when I think about the riots, the bombings. Yes, I know that the news isn't always an accurate portrayal. I know, I lived in a country that didn't have the greatest news coverage and I still felt safe. But still...
I've been reminded day in and day out that I need to rely on God and trust him with Lucas. Worrying or fearing isn't going to protect him any more. The best thing I can do with my concerns is fall to my knees and spend time interceding for my fiance and the people he is working with. We prayed that this time would draw us closer to Jesus and I've certainly seen my prayer life enriched through this time.
Would you pray for Lucas and the people he's working with this month?
If you'd like to read his blog you can read it here.
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