The Dry Season

Because of Kenya’s proximity to the equator, we do not experience the four seasons like we did in the United States. Instead, we only have wet and dry seasons. Right now, it is the dry season. Not only have we gone months without rain, but also the temperatures reach between 85*-100* each day. The land is barren, crops have died, and water is scarce. You long for a bit of shade or relief from the you’re your thirst is hard to quench. It has been a long time since I have written. Sometimes I do not know what to write. It is not as if we have not been busy. We have been incredibly busy, and there is so much that I could write. However, I feel as if I (Erin) have endured the dry season along with Kenya. I have been overwhelmed by what I see, smell, and hear.grass

I see children in rags collecting plastic bottles for just one more high. These children, who at age 8, are bound by addiction and lost-ness. I pick up meat from the butcher only to discover that there are bugs in the case with the meats. I smell burning trash and sewage when I drive to the grocery store. I hear the cries at a local orphanage of the children whose parents have abandoned them because they cannot care for them. I kiss their faces so that they may feel love’s touch. It is overwhelming. I hear a knock on our gate from a boy we befriended (and love) from our local slum. He is coming not only to greet us, but to receive a bite of something to eat.

Sometimes it seems that the life of the missionary is glamorous. You get to see new places, experience a new culture, and not have a “real” job. However, being 3,000 miles away from your family is hard. Learning a new language, which sounds nothing like English is hard. Being available for ministry 24 hours a day is a “real” job. Enduring the dry season, whether natural or personal is hard. I do not write these things for pity, but for honesty. Many people no matter where they reside experience dry seasons. Through loss and hardship, you can feel as if you are stranded in a desert with no direction in sight.

But then, today, something amazing happened. It rained. It was such a sweet sound after such a long period of silence. It was not a long rain; it only lasted for a few minutes. But in this time, I was reminded that God pours out his rain of love on us each and every day. There have been so many periods of his blessings poured out on us even in the dry season. He provides respite in our times in the desert.

photo(1)I began to reflect on how the Lord had “rained” on us since our last blog post. We were able to travel to the United States to share Thanksgiving with our families. We celebrated Christmas with our Kenyan family, in a country that has become our home. On New Year’s Eve, we shared the gospel with 400 people in a rural village. We announced the arrival of our first child in January. In February, we took communion in a village that had never experienced this before. The Lord has poured on his protection on us. We have rested in his security in tumultuous times in Kisumu.

IMG_3020The Lord is faithful, and his faithfulness endures through all generations. We continue on in the work the Lord has called us to here in Kenya. Whether it is dry or wet, we forge a trail to remote villages or simply take a pastor to lunch in our city. We pray for a nation that desperately needs the Lord. We pray for its people that undergo unimaginable struggles. We pray for the serious persecution that our brothers and sisters are enduring in this place. We are thankful for those who have committed to visit us this year. We anxiously await those people who bring us joy, laughter, and a piece of our home from the United States. We are thankful for the rain poured out on us even in the desert.

8 thoughts on “The Dry Season

  1. I pray for you guys every time I think of you. Hugs to you both. Thank you for sharing. Really puts my own worries in perspective. Love you!

  2. Thank you for that honesty, sweet Erin. You are correct. God rains faithfully. Praying for you.

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  3. Erin, two of your observations really resonated as I paused and visited your blog during a frozen Tennessee afternoon:
    (1) “Many people no matter where they reside experience dry seasons. Through loss and hardship, you can feel as if you are stranded in a desert with no direction in sight.”
    AND your follow-up metaphor for God’s love and presence:
    (2) “We are thankful for the rain poured out on us even in the desert.”
    Thank you for sharing from your head and heart.

  4. Praying for you all. What an incredible selfless mission you are on. Thank you for sharing your journey. Sherry Fulkerson and family

  5. I so appreciate hearing what your life is like in Kenya. Dry season sounds so difficult. Would like to hear about the rainy season as well. So pleased with the work the two of you are doing. You show the compassion of our Heavenly Father. Thinking of you. Take care.

  6. Keith and Erin, you guys and Kenya are in our prayers. Congratulations to both of you as you await the birth of your first child.
    We love you,
    Barbara and Terry Shults

  7. I miss you all. Erin, thanks soooo much for helping with the women’s conference. It really was fun and being with you for two weeks made it very special. Hope you all get some more rain. I could send you some ice; I measured some icicles hanging from the gutters and several were 29″ long and growing. It is miserably cold and slick. LOVE YOU!!

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