Once upon a time, I watched the sun come down in Kenya.
We walked down dirt roads back to the complex we were staying at, the sun in our eyes, the increasing number of mosquitoes a growing worry. But I remember, despite the hurry, standing at the top of the hill where I took this picture, watching the sun kiss treetops and burn the sky orange.
It’s a beautiful depiction of what Africa meant to me, even as I’m still working through and unraveling the complexity of what that is. If you’ve been there, you know. If you haven’t, you should go at the soonest opportunity.
I’ve been turning this experience and others over in my head as I prepare mentally for Jamaica, because Jamaica is a drastic step outside of what I’ve experienced in short-term missions before. I’ve never been part of team leadership – unsurprisingly, because of my age – and now, I will be. It’s humbling and exciting. I don’t feel ready for it, but I keep reminding myself Jesus gives us all the strength and the wisdom to do what He’s placed in front of us.
If you feel led, would you pray for me? For this new responsibility, that I would shoulder it with grace and humility. And would you pray for our team and our mission? For unity, for a good work and spiritual ethic, for grace and humility in our interactions with the people we’ll meet. Your prayers and your support would mean the world.
I love this picture of the sun setting in Kenya, and I’m thrilled to see it set in Jamaica as a reminder of what Jesus showed me halfway across the world. Sunsets are the spice of life, and so I wonder, what’s a sunset you remember more vividly than others? What’s a sunset that reminds you of the beauty and majesty and graciousness of our God?