The heavy, wet rain thunders down on our tin roof as I write
this letter, and all of Kenya rejoices as the short rains have finally come.
Rain... a sign of blessing and a gift from God.
Earlier today, during a brief interlude in the blessing of
rain, we witnessed another gift from the hand of God pour into a small mud
hut. Esther, my lambas bagel maker and
friend, (“Being Thankful” smithfaminafrica.blogspot.com) received a gift
today.
After reading her story, a friend sent some money for us to
give her in whatever way we though best.
Money is a tricky thing in Kenya.
It can’t really be held onto because then it wouldn’t be shared. It’s greedy to save. So, if money is received, it must be spent
straightaway, and it likely is spent on the immediate greatest need. It is not important to spend it on it’s
intended purpose, and it is also not necessary to spend it on the one for whom
it was intended. As you can see, we had
to think hard about the best way to give this gift to her in a way that would
truly bless her. Really, we had to pray
about it.
One afternoon, as I was overlooking the Rift Valley where
she lives, the idea came. What if we
could buy her a stove? Then she could
prepare bagels in her own home. We
wouldn’t just be teaching her to ‘fish.’
She already knows how to do that. We’d be giving her a fishing pole.
So we did! We found a
used oven for sale and bought a propane tank to go with it. We purchased some pots and baking sheets and
enough cooking supplies to get her well on her way. And today, we delivered it all to her
home!
With a shy, quiet smile Esther said to me, “I’m so grateful. Please tell this person thank you from me. Tell them thank you so much for allowing God to bless me. I somehow knew that if I remained honest and faithful, that God would one day bless me.”
No, Esther. Today, we
are the ones that are blessed by your humble gratitude. Thank you, God, for the blessings you rain
down on your children!
