Keeping it short today. In December, we remember. We remember our wedding day. God has blessed us with 5 beautiful years now. Our vows have been lived out in reverse. The worse came before the better. The poorer came before the richer. The sickness came before the health. Yet G0d has sustained our marriage, filling it with His peace and joy. We remember our son, whom we never got to meet. He would have turned two this month. The grief, I'm not sure it will ever go. It feels like a tattoo on our hearts. But our experience of it changes slowly. This year I found myself grateful. Grateful that the good Lord showed us great kindness in giving us a child. A child with eternity written on his heart, who I shall see and live with forever on that great day. Grateful that He walked me through the valley of the shadow of death, bringing me safe into the light of His truth once again. Grateful for the unspeakable love that grew between Bryan and I as we navigated the dark and frigid waters of grief. I am most grateful for the deep knowledge of my Saviour that I now have. Nothing opens the eyes of your heart to the majesty, sovereignity and great love of God, like suffering does. I would never give this up, not for a moment. In December we remember God becoming man. I have been speechless this year trying to thank God for His Son Jesus and His great sacrifice on the Cross, dying the death I deserved to die and ressurecting so that I may live in His ressurection, for all eternity with Him. It's been a beautiful month for my husband as well, having being recognized as one of the top 40 under 40 businessmen in East Africa, two weeks before his 30th birthday. And finally, he joins me in the 30's...I've endured his cradle snatcher jokes for too long, LOL. Happy Holidays guysThank you for the gift you have given me this year, reading what I write, sharing oyur experiences with me, and becoming my friends. Revelation 22:3-5 No longer will there be a curse upon anything. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and his servants will worship him. 4 And they will see his face, and his name will be written on their foreheads.5 And there will be no night there—no need for lamps or sun—for the Lord God will shine on them. And they will reign forever and ever. P.S. Here's some of our wedding pictures 5 years ago. http://benkiruthi.com/blog3/a-nanyuki-airfield-affair-wambui-bryan/ (might need to copy-paste into your searchbar if it doesn't come up as a link.)
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This weekend was a busy one for us. We hosted three sets of guests in two days. That doesn't happen around here. With my three year hiatus from the world in general, this was a big deal. I willingly invited these people over, served them drinks, and food, had long conversations remaining engaged the entire time. I wasn't buried in the avalanche of anxiety . I didn't have a blinding migraine. I didn't break down crying in the bathroom from overwhwelming stress. I genuinely had a fantastic time with our friends. When we shut the front door for the final time on Saturday evening, Bryan and I collapsed onto the couch in a heap. He cupped my face and said, "Well done my girl, you were amazing." "As long as you want anything very much, especially more than you want God, it is an idol."
A.B Simpson. Hey guys. I'm sorry for dropping off the planet these last two weeks. I've been battling a relapse in my anxiety, as well as some killer migraines. Finally came out safe and sound of the anxiety tunnel; the migraines however are still a major issue. Thanking God for a fantastic doctor who is taking care of me. Your prayers are more than welcome. I had a great three days at the beach to celebrate my sister's birthday this past weekend. I went intending to plan my next post about this body image idolatry, but God in His power and wisdom humbled me and stilled my heart with the stunning beauty of this world He created. I was twelve when it was painfully brought to my attention that people had different bodies. Well, maybe much earlier. My mother told me a lot that I was a poor feeder as a toddler. I was stick thin; the only thing I would eat was sausages. Eventually a doctor told her, "Just give the child what she wants, until she decides to one day eat regular food." I subsisted on sausages and hot dogs a lot longer than my mother will probably admit (LOL, hi mum!).
It's Monday...yaaay-ish.
This house has the Monday blues from time to time. The weekends are one long high note because my husband spends most if not all of it with me and the kids. I love having him around because, well, I love HIM; but also because I get time off. He wakes up with the kids in the morning, and I get to experience that rare phenomenon known as "being in bed past 7 am". On a good day I actually sleep that entire time, but most of those mornings are spent sprawled like a cat in the sunlight streaming thorugh our windows scrolling through Facebook and Instagram. |
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