Everything has been a GIFT from GOD. An undeserved super gift, for which I am infinitely grateful. I am overflowing with joy at the details, the tenderness, the caresses and embraces of the Lord during these days through people and situations….the Lord cares for us day by day with such delicacy…and this certainty, which is sometimes clouded in the daily stress of Madrid, has become clear and explicit in every minute of my missionary journey in Kenya: (passing through Nairobi) in West Pokot, Kitelakapel, a community of Comboni lay missionaries who have welcomed me so amazingly well, and in each of the Pokot people in the parish, in the schools, in the town or village… everything was like being in heaven, “I am in Heaven” I would say to the missionaries. It was a privilege that I feel unworthy of, but for which I have been infinitely and consciously grateful every day.
In the small difficulties, I always had the help of my guardian angel, who made me discover that “every cloud has a silver lining.” More than once, my guardian angel manifested itself in Belinda, a young Kenyan lay missionary from Nairobi, who accompanied me at all times, always attentive and willing, also in Pius with his joy and spirit of service, and in Linda with her good organizational skills and energy. All of them had a fervent missionary spirit rooted in their deep faith in God. And let’s not forget Father Justus… there are no coincidences… 100% divine providence.
The hard-working Pokot farmers and ranchers, especially the women who raise families of 10 or more children! From such a young age… so much tenderness and joy… and they feel so fortunate…
Anyway… there are so many people there who have made me see God face to face… that I want to go back right now.
Grateful and enthusiastically contemplating the wonders of His Creation: rain that watered the fields and made them beautiful, even though it sometimes made it difficult for us to move around, nature with all its living beings: animals of all kinds and conditions living alongside people… and what wonderful people! I am still moved by the memory of the ladies of the CWA of the parish or neighbors and their babies, of the men transporting on piki piki (motorcycles) what we would carry in a truck (unimaginable), the children dancing, singing, playing, and learning so many things… and their creative clapping… (elaborate and dedicated applause)… Overflowing joy…
EVERYTHING IS GRACE EVERYTHING IS A GIFT FROM GOD
Monica
