Someone once told me,
“If you don’t have time for God, then you’re doing more than He planned for you to do.”
I should have seen it coming. I typically know my limits but
I had some questions I needed answered that seemed pressing since I stepped
back on Kenyan soil.
Should I continue what I’m doing or is God moving me
elsewhere?
Will I ever get a residency permit?
Will I be able to afford to get out next time my visa
expires?
Will enough money come to pay the bills next month?
How long will I be here this time?
Does God even want me here anymore?
I may not have the answer to all of these yet but I can tell
you one thing: A lot of these answers are used to entice me to doubt, to bring
me down and to shift my focus away from where it should be.
