Echoes, Colors and Freedom

It’s quite fascinating to watch toddlers grow. Their curiosity and eagerness to learn is beautiful to watch. They question and seek to understand the grande and mundane. Everything is fascinating, the grandeur of an old tree and the way crabs walk in the sand. I am enjoying this stage of questions, because it also forces me to think about why I believe what I believe about certain things. As I teach and answer, I try not to pass on any biases I may have picked up along the way, as they are not the truth.

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Miss K’s fascination for the last couple of months has been echoes. She can now recognize acoustics, and every time we enter a room or stairwell that reflects sound, she shouts “ECHO!” and waits to hear “echo echo echo” fade in the background. It’s a cheap thrill, the look of glee tells you that happiness is an inside job.

I’ve had a series of difficult days of the past couple of weeks, where I’ve felt like I was drowning or in an empty room. In the height of those days, I’d find her shouting ‘ECHO!’ in my bathroom and wonder why? Why echoes make her so happy. The truth is that echoes didn’t fascinate me as much as they do Ksena until the day I had a little revelation.

In audio signal processing and acoustics, echo is a reflection of sound that arrives at the listener with a delay after the direct sound. The delay is proportional to the distance of the reflecting surface from the source and the listener. Typical examples are the echo produced by the bottom of a well, by a building, or by the walls of an enclosed room and an empty room. A true echo is a single reflection of the sound source. This is the definition from  Wikipedia.

The distance to the source matters. Even in the dark and empty spaces, it is important for God to remain my source. It’s crucial that I remain close to Him, so that His word and truth may echo in my heart and mind.

From that day, I begun to pray that as I draw close to God, His truth and love will echo in every empty place I find myself in. That it will bounce off every wall of my being.

I have seen God bring color into the room, He has brought color into my life, wiped away the dullness and darkness. As His truth has reflected off surfaces, it has made a home in my heart. This song has blessed me in this season.

If you are in a dark space or you feel like you are drowning in a well, I pray that the Lord’s truth and promises will echo endlessly until your heart, mind and your whole being believes Him. I pray that God will walk into the room and bring new color into your life and wipe away the dullness.

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May His truth set you free. Free to rise up above everything that has held you down and free to be all that He created you to be.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

The Rotten Avocado

Growing up, we had a huge Avocado tree in our backyard. There wasn’t much to say about it when the fruits were not in season, I mean there were no flowers. It was just a big green tree. When Avocados were in season, it was a different story.

That’s when I found out that an Avocado can be a meal on it’s own with salt (more like snack), an accompaniment, a spread and a dip. Basically, Avocado could be whatever you liked. We were always reminded that it had a good type of fat. Naturally, at the beginning of the season they all tasted lovely, the tail end of the season was full of mixed feelings. Some were good, some were not.

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This year, I have enjoyed Avocado season. Yesterday morning, I had set my eyes on Avocado in the house, only to come and find it was gone. There are no dibs on Avo in our home 🙂 . I quickly sent for another one and was happy to find one that was ripe enough to eat yesterday. My Avocado buying experience has taught me that if the shop keeper says it’s for the day, it’s for tomorrow. If they sell you an Avocado that is for the said day, all it will be good for is a smoothie or deep conditioning treatment. Leave it in the heat for a couple of hours, and it’s uses change dramatically.

So cue music, I was all happy and ready to make my salad with Avo, when I cut into it and it was rotten. *Dramatic pause* I was so disappointed.  None of it could be salvaged, there was more black than green. More sadness than glee. I contemplated it’s other uses, but quickly came to terms with the fact that this one would have to see the bin.

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Now a little history about yesterday. Yesterday was a hard day. One of those days where I cried before 10am. I was glass eyed for the better part of the day. And then, I spilled a packet of milk. It was an accident that made me more frustrated, then I found myself saying it is useless to cry over spilt milk. But all I wanted is to have my breakfast in peace. By the time I was done cleaning, my tea was warm. I like my tea hot. Clearly I woke up on the weepy side of bed, and all that I wanted was a good cry and then everything would be okay. I don’t underestimate the power of tears. They bring relief. Well unless, you have a toddler whose crying over every little thing, then, tears bring frustration. It builds slowly.

In the midst of it all, I was making tentative conclusive statements about life. Yup, one bad day, was suddenly shedding light on all my days. As I wrapped the Avocado in paper, I realized that I didn’t hate Avocados just because of that one rotten one. And I wasn’t going to not look for one tomorrow (today) because this one was rotten. Once I wrapped it up in the bag, and discarded it, it was over.

And that’s exactly how I ought to look at life. Some days are harder than others, but I shouldn’t let the hard days define the other days. I’ll save the moments of deep thought and conclusive statements for the days that I laugh till my ribs ache.

Here’s to Avocados, the tasty and the rotten; here’s to living and somehow praising through the good days and bad while trusting God’s promises.

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The rotten Avocado should not be the brand ambassador for Avocados. Weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

 

Pep Talk Time: Accept The Season And Enjoy The Season

In a few months, it will be 4 years since we relocated to Mombasa. A long-short time. I’ve gotten to love it and I am almost used to the heat; though don’t ask me about the heat in January, February or March. I’ll be too parched to talk about it. The sun and humidity know how to tango during these months, and they put on quite a show that leaves you drenched in sweat. Don’t judge the momentum of the people who live at the Coast too harshly. The heat has a way of reducing your speed and bringing along lethargy.

You’d think that after all this time, I’d be fully settled and used to culture. Time after time, I find myself comparing it to Nairobi, because it is what I am used to. In some aspects, I have a lens that inhibits me from fully enjoying the season as it is. To be honest, I miss the variety that Nairobi offers. The restaurants, the malls, the hospitals and schools.  I miss my friends and family, though I’m slowly navigating my way around this; and thanking God for social media and my annual trips.

With the big picture in mind, I wouldn’t go back, or at least not just yet. I know that for this season in life, I am where I need to be. And that’s exactly it. Life is about seasons. It is important to recognize the season, and live in it.

I’ve been faced with decisions of late and I’ve missed having more options. Though, my security or wisdom do not come from my careful considerations of the options. After all, a man’s heart plans his way, but it is the Lord who directs His steps (Proverbs 16:9).

Another verse that I fully relate with in this time is:

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The King James Version says that the counsel of the LORD shall stand.

There are many devices in a man’s heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand.

In the midst of options and situations where the options are fewer, it is the Lord’s counsel that matters. I feel I need to say that again. It is the Lord’s counsel that matters.

So, I am placing my ‘Nairobi lens’ aside and any other lens that has hindered me from enjoying the season. I am taking on the Lord’s counsel and enjoying the season. No more ‘one foot in, one foot out’. I’m all in, and I am going to enjoy the season as the Lord has ordered my steps and continues to order my steps. For the glory of His name.

Has your ‘ideal’ lens been keeping you from enjoying your current season in life? Do you miss having options to consider and feel as though you are in complete control of your life? Spend time with the Lord and listen out for His counsel that it may stand.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

 

Of Stuffy Noses and Praise

I seldom think about breathing, that is until I get a flu/cold. Then, I think about it all the time, if my nose is stuffy, I have to breathe through my mouth and swallow air while at it. If it’s runny, I just want to turn off the tap within and inhale and exhale in peace, without pieces of tissue next to me.

A stuffy or runny nose can humble you; breathing and talking become a little difficult. Now when your child catches the flu and scares themselves with their snores as they sleep, you stop and thank God for your flu-less days. That was me last night. Thanking God for all the days we breathe normally and asking that the Lord would heal the little one and give her peace as she sleeps.

This morning, I read Psalm 150 and I was reminded to praise God at all times. Because He is good. His goodness is not defined or measured by my circumstances.

(Psalm 150:1-6 NLT)

Praise the Lord!

Praise God in his sanctuary;
    praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
    praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the ram’s horn;
    praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
    praise him with strings and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
    praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that breathes sing praises to the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

One of my favorite songs in this season is “Let Praises Rise” by ORU Worship. I particularly like this cover by Trey McLaughlin. Be sure to listen out for the guitar after 03:30 🙂

The lyrics are my prayer this week. I pray that in all that I do and all that I am that God will be glorified. That praises will rise from the inside everyday that I have breath within me.

Are you feeling a little discouraged? Have the storms of life left you in a dark valley? Play some worship music and sing along. Allow the Spirit of the Lord to minister to you and encourage you. Praise the Lord for He is good, in all circumstances. Praise Him for He is before all things and in Him all things hold together. He is God.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

 

Elephant <3

I opened my hand bag the other day and smiled. I found one of Ksena’s stuffed animals, Elephant.

Elephant is one of the latest entrants into her collection. This one has a special place in my heart. A few days ago, as she sat in her car seat, she had a really sweet conversation with him.

“Elephant, come! Let’s pray. Close your eyes, and put your hands together.”

Then they begun to say the Lord’s prayer

“Our Father who art in heaven….”

After that, she prayed for the imaginary food that they would eat.

“Thank you Jesus, for the food…”

I looked at her through the rear view mirror and smiled.

My heart swelled with joy. It affirmed that she is learning more about God every day . Also, I was blown away by her desire to teach the stuffed animal what she knows about Jesus. Oh how I pray that this desire will continue for many years to come, that she will share the gospel with many, first in her sphere of influence and then with those beyond.

This reminded me of the great commission:great-commission

Do you know someone who could use a prayer? If you are in the same town, stop by and stand with them in prayer.

Do you know someone who needs to hear the gospel? Meet them and tell them about Jesus.

As I type this, Ksena is pushing Elephant around on her tricycle.

Have a blessed weekend.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

I’d Like A Double Portion Of Grace, Please.

Psalm 121:1 has become one of favourite verses since I became a mum. Sometimes, the farthest I look up to is the ceiling fan as I wonder where my instantaneous, sanity saving, tongue-holding help is coming from. Then I remember from the Lord who made heaven and earth. And proceed to call on heaven, FAST.

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That’s the life of this mother. So many times my natural allocations of tolerance and grace run very low.

But God!

I’ve seen Him recharge and refresh me day after day. I’m not super woman, in fact sometimes all I am is super stretched. BUT, by His grace and power, I have supernatural strength and grace to face today.

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My prayer for today and all subsequent days, is that heaven would grant me a double portion of grace to keep me going.

The LORD bless you, and keep you. The LORD make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you.(Numbers 6:24-25 NKJV)

Have a grace filled day.

Bibi2be

Where Worries Fade Away

One of the things that I love about living in a Coastal town is the proximity to the ocean. The irony is, I don’t go there as often as I thought I would. Because it’s hot and a permanent tan or is it ‘sun burn’ map is not on my bucket list. But when I do go, it is nothing short of magical. The serenity is worth braving the heat.

I’ve learned to time the sun. You will not find me at the beach when the sun is overhead, oh no. Now I wait for it to go down a little then go enjoy the sand in my toes, breeze in my nose (no really, sometimes I leave with the sniffles) and the view of the ocean as it ebbs and flows.

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Ksena loves the ocean. It is her happy place. Every so often she wakes up and asks to go to the beach. A few weekends ago, was one of those days. When the sun begun its descent into the horizon, we went to enjoy the sunset at the beach.

It was AMAZING.

We found this little spot with a breathtakingly beautiful stairwell, I’ll take a picture next time. It has flowers on the sides and is a perfect prelude to spending time with the King.

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When we got to the ocean, I couldn’t help but just stand in awe of God. A few minutes in, I found myself singing, ‘You are God alone’ by William McDowell. Here are the Lyrics.

Really, creation testifies of His majesty. As I stood there, every large and little worry faded and it was ALL about God. I understood the saying:

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He is God!!

Tell your problems, worries and every thing that weighs you down that He is God.

I’ll definitely be going back soon.

Have a lovely week ahead.

Blessings,

Bibi2be