Tuesday...not at all as we intended

Well I must say, this trip has not gone as we planned. Our baggage still hasn't arrived in Kisumu, and they are telling us that Lawyer's bag was separated and may not arrive until Thursday (we fly home on Friday.)

As we were sitting at the airport waiting on our bags to arrive (we were told they would arrive so expectantly we went.) we called and asked out Stve(our administrator), Emily (our social worker), and Kennedy (our head teacher) to meet us to go shopping and join us for lunch. The plan was then to go and deliver everything to the children in the afternoon. Well...things did not go as planned.

As we waited at the airport for an hour, we were told that our information was incorrect. Our baggage was "delayed." So, quit dejected we went out to the car...there was a parking boot placed on our car! Again we waited for another hour. The team from the orphanage had been waiting for almost 2 hours in Kisumu before we finally made it st 1pm to go shopping! Th were gracious, but we were frustrated. 

SHOPPING...my highest spiritual gift is GIVING! This was in my wheel house. So Lawyer and I bought clothes for the day and were able to buy underwear for the kids and toiletry items. In this moment I realized how thankful I was that Lawyer and I were her together. We make a great team! 

We really felt the need to have some private conversations with Emily on some news we have gotten, but these guys seldom separated themselves from her. As I asked her to lead me to the help me find a tooth brush, Lawyer ran interference with the other 2! It provided me with a good 20 minutes to visit with Emily! 

At we went shopping, we went to the linen store to buy material for new uniforms! It was a unique experience. Lawyer and I both hav been buying cheap shirts as we have awaited our luggage and in this store we realized that we could have had Kenyan tailored shirts for cheaper! Too late, but Emily told us the next time we arrived that she would have some waiting for us ;) (she eyeballed our measurements)

Then it was time for lunch. There is a place called the Java House that has great sandwiches, that. We had planned to visit. Our teachers hoped for more, so we went to the Kisumu hotel in stead! They seldom, if ever get to eat at such a place. It was a gift. Lawyer and I tried samosa? For the first time! If was great. I would call it Africa's version of a meat pie!

At lunch is when I say lawyer at his best. Steve is a competent young man, but doesn't relate well with those below him...lording his authority over them. There is much tension there. Lawyer for an hour talked with him about leadership and the joy of serving! It was beautiful to watch and listen to from afar. That young man didn't understand the gift he'd been given. He listened intently, and you could see him deciding whether to believe his training or this man who sat in front of him. Amazing!

We then went on to purchase shoes for the kids. Steve took initiative for the first time...and negotiated the price of the shoes! Saving some $100. 

By the time that was finished it was too late to go to the orphanage. So we visited the Masai Market to get gifts to take home. Man those guys ,corner you! But we put our best negotiator's hats on and got what we needed. Our families will be happy!

Our biggest God moment happened as we woke up in the morning! We had been told a few years back for the need of a fence at the  cost...$25,000! The church has tried to raise money but fallen short! It is a need. Well at the Okelo's where we are staying I noticed a living fence. It don't know how to spell it but it sounds like "K-epo" it is s thorny brush..beautiful! As we talked, many of the nicer homes have this thick brush manicured as a fence! It was pretty and effective! As we dicussed, we talked about the possibility of this at the orphanage! The soil and rain is good for this plant there...we would need to buy some 2500 plants! The plants cost .10/ea! We could do the fence for 100 times less than our goal! Lawyer took the idea, put his engineering mind behind it and presented this idea to Steve and I believe he listened to it because of the relationship Lawyer had built with him. 

Not as planned, but good.

Prayers...

Pray for both of our digestive tracks. Without meds, we are both adjusting to the food slower than we would like. Pray for the meetings that must occur Wednesday. They are most critical, and will be most difficult. Pray for our luggage to arrive. Pray for the orphanage and those who are there. 

On a lighter note, I was encouraged with a text from one of our members last night. It was a reminder of the last sermon I preached. The text, Mark 6:7-9. 

And He *summoned the twelve and began to send them out in pairs, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits;

 8 and He instructed them that they should take nothing for their journey, except a mere staff—no bread, no bag, no money in their belt—

 9 but to wear sandals; and He added, “Do not put on two tunics.”

Well, I guess we packed too much! What a great reminder to the preacher, that we have been knives what is needed to do the Lord's work! As always He is Our provider!

We don't what tomorrow holds, but we know that it will turn out just as the Lord desires. 

***update: it is Wednesday at noon on Kenya. Lawyer's bag has made it. It had the most important meds. Mine is still missing. Its important contents are the letters for the children and balls for recreation. Small things but important. Pray for its arrival.

Day 1 or Day 3, depending on how you are counting

Day 1---or 3, depending on how you count

Well we have made it through day 1 (or 3 of you count flight time) it has been a good trip this far. The flights were long...very long. But we arrived (our luggage didn't, but should arrive Tuesday) as a side note we went out and bought some clothes and we looked like an old guy boy band! Note to self, Kenyan sizes are smaller than US sizes!

After a pretty good nights rest in Nairobi we boarded our plane to Kisumu. The view below is the first site I had of Kisumu from the air! 

As we were met by our host (Jared) we made our way to the orphanage. If you haven't been this next picture might not mean much b/c it is just of the road. If you have been here then your jaw is dropping! The roads are great and have brought many homes,businesses, and schools to the area

Our our way there must have been 15-20 towns that have developed along the road. I was amazed that during the day. On our two hour drive to the orphanage that we only saw a handful of kids not in school. These areas were businesses that had formed in pockets for travelers.

We stopped for lunch. Below is Jared (yellow), his brother Joshua (black), Tom (our previous admin) and Lawyer.

Lunch was...fried! Not too bad.

Lawyer insisted on the next picture! Before and after each meal you had to wash up. You eat with your hands, so this was important.

This is a picture of our orphanage from the back. It's HUGE! I mean big! Compared to other orphanages I think the facility was as nice or better. Now, apparently there is no running water and the generator is not working, but you can tell that FBCP put a lot into the bones of the facility.

This was Pastor Daniel's home. It now serves for prek-1st school rooms.

The kitchen smelt good. Wood burning stove/oven. The head chef was there today (what are the odds!?! JK, they knew we were coming)

This is the garden where the kids grow Kale and then use it in some of their meals.

Lawyer and some of our orphans.

Finally made it home. Must have seen 50-100 houses like the one in the picture on the way back to Homa Bay and Kisumu.

The scenery is beautiful. God is good

We had a full day with a fuller one tomorrow. We heard the school side of the report. High marks. Trophy for the best private school on Homa Bay. I wrote the stat, but it was 1 out of 97 schools I believe.

Many questions and tensions between some of the people associated with the school/orphanage are already stirring. Pray that the Lord will give us the ability to bring them together. Also pray for truth. We heard only about the school today, but so much still left to talk about. Some big issues. 

What a unique experience the Lord has given us and we want to serve Him completely and competently. 

Thank you all for praying.

**its midnight and I'm beat. So forgive any typos**

Better Together

I discovered something about myself this week. Apparently...I am a slob!

You would never know this. In fact, I don't think I knew this until this week. Christi and the kids are out of town for the week visiting family and I have been home alone. This morning I got up this morning and went on my run and was praying, singing (in my head), and thinking. As I started to think through the day about what I need to accomplish a picture of my home ran through my mind.

I haven't made the bed all week, no clothes have been washed, the clothes that were washed last week are still on the floor in the den, paint cans from Monday's paint project are still on the kitchen table...sadly the list goes on. What happened?

Normally, I am not a neat freak, but this is a little past the norm.

As I was running it hit me...I'm better as a WE than a ME. Whether it is my wife or kiddos, when I am with them I'm just....better. I'm more considerate, more motivated, more intentional...definitely cleaner!

It was in that moment that the Lord got my attention and a smile came across my face. God made me to be a WE not a ME! I was a me when I was lost to myself. My way of thinking. embracing my imperfections as a part of ME. I was a ME before HE reached down for ME! I was lost, alone, and sloppy in my spirit and I didn't even know it! When I am a WE with Christ I'm better! When I take time to spend reading HIS word, gathered in HIS family, even serving HIM joyfully in my everyday roles as Pastor, Husband, Father that BETTER is so easy to recognize.

We all have a ME RELAPSE every now and then. Our ME takes advantage of our relationship with Christ and, normally by neglect, find ourselves in a sloppy mess. Don't embrace that mess as who you are...it was who you were. It isn't your inner self trying to escape, it is your old nature trying to make an attempt to lure you to give in.

I don't want to ever live like a ME again. Not in my physical life. Single vs. Dad or Husband....easy answer. ( I love you babe!)  Not in my spiritual life...self consumed orphan vs. One with the Creator of all Things and the Son of the Most High God...even easier.

"I just don't feel like it." - ever said that?

"I just don't feel like it." Those were my words tonight. Christi wanted to go run and I just wasn't in the mood. Seriously, I didn't want to run. She didn't "force" me to, but you know how that is. If I didn't run with her, I would feel like a jerk and she wasn't going to tell me it was ok not to run. In fact it was the opposite, she kept prodding me...pushing me, I didn't enjoy it. 

So I ran, somewhere in the first mile she pulls one of those lines..."I read somewhere that you are going to hurt if you exercise, or you are going to hurt because you are out of shape because you don't exercise, and you won't like how you look...so might as well exercise!" Yeah, that was inspirational...

About a mile and a half in...I still didn't want to be running...it hit me. This is how we are living our lives...our faith. Think about it. Someone "pushing" you to live out your faith by God's Word...our reaction, avoid them. It's tough taking up our cross daily, and somedays are harder than others. We look for excuses, a way out that makes us feel like we are pleasing God, but not having to walk the path. A loved one living a lifestyle of homosexuality...we look for an excuse to affirm them, because it is hard holding to our faith if it "hurts" someone we love. A friend fooling around outside of marriage, a leader giving themselves to greed, someone talking about an unborn child like they are a big toe instead of a person...the list can go on and on. On top of all of that, it takes work to live our own lives running next to Christ. 

It is way easier to just say, "I'm sitting this one out God .You understand right...yes, I believe You do. I love you, see You on the next lap." And away we skip, Lord I'll meet up with you at the "plant a tree conviction" or the "boycott somebody because they are not using cage free birds to make their chicken whatever's" all the cool kids are on those causes, much easier road. 

I want to let you know, that if it wasn't for the love of my wife "pushing me" I wouldn't have run tonight or many other nights...where would it lead me? Eventually to misery. Church...and I am talking to all who claim Christ...we are called to run in tough environments in our faith. It may cost us some relationships with those who won't run towards Christ with us. It may cause people to push us away or even to intentionally degrade us for our faith, but I am here to tell you...scripture points the way, God places poeople in our lives to push us closer to Him...especially when we are struggling. Don't avoid them or write them off.

Don't get distracted by what appears to be a more "enjoyable" route in the moment. That route ends in misery. My run wasn't my most favorite run ever...by a long shot, but Christi was right (and I knew it when she said it) I am glad that I didn't take myself off the path tonight.

My View To the Top

There's something about a mountain that says, "conquer me!" I don't know if everybody is made this way, but I sure am. Since I was a child, every time I have found myself at the base of a mountain, I have felt this urging to get to the top! When I look at a mountain, I do like the challenge it poses (there have been many that have conquered me), but I don't simply want to scale a mountain just for the challenge. I want to get a view from the top. I want the view from on high. 

As Christi and were "running" (I use that term loosely) up a small mountain close to where we were staying I found myself looking down a lot. Some parts of our trail were relatively smooth, while others were pretty rocky. To keep up my pace without causing injury I needed to look down consistently. Picking my steps, carefully watching so I didn't twist an ankle or slip as I ran. Somewhere in my progress, I heard..."you're missing it." What was I missing? My View To the top.

It immediately hit me. In my hurry to get to the top, I was no longer looking at the top of the mountain or celebrating the progress that I was making. I was missing out on the views as I drew nearer to my goal. I couldn't celebrate God's glory that He was revealing because all I was staring at was my feet. 

Church, I couldn't get this out of my head. How many times have I not stopped to celebrate what God is up to, because I just saw another step and missed the view? How often have I woken up with a view of Heaven only to let the challenges of the day take my eyes off of WHY I live and breathe or WHAT the purpose of my striving is for? 

Listen, slowing down is not in my nature. The point of progress is progress...right? Not at all. Too many men and women have started off with good intentions, only to miserably progress through the Christian life or even worse to take the wrong path and end up going down instead of up. Funny...I can hear it in my head now...the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Never thought of it like that before. If we're not looking up...keeping our focuses constantly on Christ, it is pretty easy to ruin our faith. 

Jesus endured the cross because of the JOY set before him.

Paul spoke for running a good race and finishing it.

Solomon learned this striving for his own purposes was meaning less.

When so many turned away said, where would we go? You hold the words of eternal life.

We must pick our eyes up. Our spirits will be renewed by the progress of our faith. Seeing what awaits us at the Top, but also rejoicing at the view all along the way. Yes, we have to watch our steps, but more importantly we have to Watch His.  Delight in Him. Take time to notice what He's doing through and around you. Live for the Top...yes. But also enjoy His glory along the way.

Confession- I want to be "that" family!

So growing up we would watch reruns on Nick at Night of tv shows from the 50-60's (at least that was the setting). They were dead head shows when nothing else was on, but they were entertaining. I was a kid...it was on tv...enough said! 

Some were really hokey. Apple pie on the table, shirt tucked in kind of hokey. The older I became, making fun of this kind of TV show became the norm. The problem solved in 30 minutes became something to poke fun at. "Spicing up life" which was normally the introduction of "sin" (as all of the bible thumpers would call it) showed how much beauty was to be embraced outside of what a was right. 

No kidding. I grew up in the church, but this thought of "real life" is found outside of the boundaries was a true part of the message that I had to digest. Tempting at times...yes. Tried it...yes. But what did it bring me? 

I'm not the first to fall for the "full color" life lie. Adam and Eve tried it too. They bought into this full color pitch from the serpent. Did it expose them to new knowledge? Yes...but the knowledge was separation, regret, shame...not "new and improved" as promised.

Today, I know many people that are trying to live life and build their family on the "add a little color" philosophy. I'm confessing...I don't want that. I want to be "that family." The one that spontaneously breaks out into song when listening to the radio. The one that eats almost every meal together and prays together before bed. I want my wife to be treasured and not thrown to follow my selfish whims. I want my daughter to know her worth and every boy that comes close to know that the standard is high...she is not to be a notch or to think so little of herself that she gives her self to the "color" of the moment. I want my son to respect, even when he is not respected and to find his strength in his relationship with his Lord. 

I want to be "that." It won't happen by accident. I can't wish it to be true...it is tough and will get tougher. As a father, I will have to set the course, model all of this, and lead my family even in my selfish moments. I must be selfless and serving. 

My Father in heaven did this for me. I just have to follow His example...because at the end of the day, the family that I want, He's has already began forming. Forever, this family will be beautiful...maybe people will try to describe it as black and white right now, but I know the truth....it is really life in "technicolor."

Seizing the Can't Miss Moment...

I was reading 1 Samuel 24 this morning as I prepared for the day. I love this passage. In it David has the easiest path to the throne that has ever been afforded a man by his own hand. David and his men are hiding in the cave and Saul makes a "pit stop" all alone in the same cave, never suspecting what he is exposing himself to.

In the background a moment happens. David's men say, "take the easy layup!" This moment MUST be from God! It makes sense doesn't it? There would be no struggle, no more loss of life, we will all walk out together with Saul's head and make our way to the palace. 

Ever had a moment that seemed so easy that you rationalize...it must be from God? Hungry and find a $20 on the ground in the hall at church or a personal fault in a leader only need be exposed and you have the chance to take the place and lead "the right way." I've seen marriages fall apart, children deserted by a father/mother and friendships dissolved because the opportunity that was afforded was so sweet that it must be from God! It's too much money to pass up, a chance to be valued like you've always wanted, this chance could set you up for life and give those who depend on you stability like you never had...no need to consult God on this one, even a child could see this train coming. 

This was the advice from David's men that day. It would be hard to argue in he moment, but David did. Saul, no matter how sinful, was the man leading God's people. David respected the Lord and therefore trusted God to deal with Saul. Can you imagine what would have taken place if David would have taken this "layup?" Friendship with Jonathon...ruined. The enemies of God's people...laughing at the ridulous ending of Israel's first king. David with grandchildren sitting on his lap, saying let me tell you the story of how I became king...cowardly.  Praise God David was not so self centered to simply jump on this once and a lifetime opportunity. 

In verse 15 he says rightly..."Let the Lord decide." The Lord did decide and David became a great king who's story pointed the people of Israel to the coming Messiah. 

Today, before you jump on a can't miss, once in a lifetime opportunity. Take moment, don't assume it is God's will simply because God laid it before you. Seek the Lord's perspective and His clarification on the moment. It may just save you from the fallout of seizing the wrong opportunity.

Gotta have Margins!

Do you remember learning to write on notebook paper in grade school? The rule was simple, "stay within the margins." I should have paid more attention.  I remember in high school getting a "U" for conduct in my English class. I asked the teacher why I had received this and she pointed out that "U" stood for "unconscious." (English followed swim practice).

Margins really didn't make sense to me. The margins were marked by those little red lines that held no power. They always caused you to squeeze in a word when you misjudged your writing room or worse you had to leave a gaping space on that line and start writing on the line below. I was a "squeezer" and many times neglected the margins completely. (In fact if you look at the 50 spiral notebooks in my office you would be sure to find that every margin has been ignored!)

I heard a sermon by Andy Stanley years ago about how important margins are in our lives. It struck me as good insight so I created small margins. These margins are protected from my normal scheduling. They are not dead head TV time or Facebook surfing times, they are simply spaces in my week where I make room.

I found after a while that these margins either must be embraced or replaced. Since I don't sit still well I found something "productive" to do in these margins. FAIL! I began protecting my margins only to write a completely different story in the cramped space that I saved from the normal.

The result: Tired, living on production, moving...getting somewhere even...but not feeling full.

I think margins were what Jesus Addressed in Matthew 11:28

Come to me all you who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest.

How did I get so weary or heavy-burdened? Look in the mirror. Trying to live up to the expectations of others. Trying to make the most out of me. Trying to reach all of the goals that I placed in front of me. I - David Adams - I create the burdens that make me so weary.

  In fact, I protect them! "If I don't..." Someone has to..." "This is too important to fail." 

I am in good company. In scripture God called Moses on a mountain. Elijah into the wilderness. David was kicked out of his kingdom. Paul was was made blind for 3 days. Why? because they were writing their stories and filling up the margins! They were taking up space that was reserved for the Lord! 

You see. I have a lot in common with these guys! I want to make the most of life. When I leave margins open and God doesn't fill them, I assume that He wants me to make the most of them. Almost like he said "Pass" and I am next in line. 

This is a killer. You see. The red lines that mark our margins define space. Our space is between the margins. The outer margins are reserved for teacher notes and comments! Even when the teacher doesn't write in them...they still belong to the teacher.  

I am not saying I am going to slow down, but I am saying I must guard my margins. They don't belong to my kids, my wife, my job, or even to me. They belong to my teacher. When I leave them open...protecting them...it is amazing how on those days how weary I am NOT. 

When God doesn't meet our Expectations

Have you ever felt like God isn't meeting your expectations? To even type this seems kinda silly to be honest with you. I mean...He's God! How could He NOT meet my expectations?

This morning I found myself having this conversation with the Lord. I have certain expectations, but this thought came about 5 days after we received some tough news. The sale of our home in Spring had fallen through. Let me walk you through this. Christi and I have lived in 4 different homes in our 16 years of marriage. 2 of our 3 homes sold in a week. The sales went flawlessly, we even made a small profit. 1 of our homes we sold for fun. Yes, I said for fun. We did a "For Sale by Owner" just to move off of a corner lot and see if we could make a little profit. That home stayed on the market almost a month and we were in no rush to move. There was no pressure.

This is our history. This is how God has ALWAYS worked with us. When our Realtor in Spring asked what our expectations were in selling our home, we were honest, "a few days." She lovingly understood...with great reservations. Well, 3 days after the house was on the market we had 2 offers on the house and signed the paperwork (with a preapproval letter included for the buyer). Once again, God worked just as we expected. Mark one off for the good guys! The Lord was testifying again of His faithfulness.

In faith, we moved, rented a town home and started looking at homes. Well about 2 weeks ago the rumbling began. Things might not work as expected. "No worries" God will work it out. We created a new plan that would provide time for the buyers and still protect us from carrying a lease and a mortgage. Last week on Wednesday, that plan fell through. It was obvious, for a least a month, if not more, we were carrying 2 notes.

Our emotions did the typical roller coaster. "Why Lord?" was said a few times, "What are You trying to tell us?" During this questioning we made a plan. We can carry both. No frills, no big vacations happening, no savings, but we can do this. Stress hasn't been a big factor, Praise the Lord, but that doesn't mean the questions stopped. I still found myself with the honest reality...The Lord didn't meet my expectations... what does this mean?

I found myself at Romans 5:2-5, "...and we exult in the hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character, and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us."

God exceeds my expectations A LOT, but when He doesn't meet them...it's ok. Maybe my expectations, although well intentioned, aren't the RIGHT expectations. I mean, if God wants to reveal Himself in a new way to me...that's what I want. I want to know my Lord more deeply than I do now. I want to see new glimpses of his glory and how can this happen if God only moves in my life the way I expect Him to move. Nothing new there, just affirmation of what I already know.

Yes... this situation is a trial! I had a plan...but I want my heart to rejoice in this trial! God isn't meeting my expectation. He is up to something new and although I don't completely "get it" I am excited that on the other side (and I know there is another side)  my hope will not disappoint me. So although God hasn't always meet my expectations... I have never been disappointed when I have placed my whole hope in Him...38 years of life...that has been the one constant. So let the trial come, Ok, in my heart I hope that it is a short one ;) regardless of my expectations I am sure that the Lord who loves me will see me through and show me something New!