Standing In Awe

Though it has only been several weeks since I last blogged, each day has been packed full of answered prayers, leaps of faith, and doors swinging wide open.  In the midst of the whirlwind, I now take a moment to stand back in utter amazement.  Where to begin..


Well, let's start with the picture to the left.  Peter sent it to me this week- it is the newly renovated clinic, complete with a reception desk!  You may remember that a van crashed into the front of the clinic back in the winter, about the same time I was seeking birthday funds for the clinic.  The renovation you are looking at is a direct result of the generosity of many family and friends.  So thank you, from both me and many grateful individuals in Nairobi.


Next on the list....do I have a job?  When am I taking my board exam?  Am I a real nurse yet?  The answers are not yet, in several weeks, and no.  Until yesterday evening, I had not yet received my authorization to test from the state of California.  Every day that passed without that anticipated email increased my stress level, especially as the board of nursing's recorded message stated they are no longer accepting phone calls.  As anxious as I was to be cleared to take my exam, I definitely was enjoying the true summer vacation and used the "down time" to pour myself into nonprofit things.  So I will take my board exam on July 23 (meaning I better start actually studying) and then hopefully apply for and receive a nursing position at the children's hospital.


Alright enough about that...on to the exciting stuff!  I had the opportunity to meet with several attorneys a couple weeks ago, and by God's grace found a firm that got my vote.  I have been attending two community education classes: Grantwriting and Developing & Managing a Nonprofit.  I enjoy them both, and have met some interesting people.  The timing of taking the classes and not having a job yet so I can attend the classes is no coincidence.  This week I took on the project of going through my room at home and turning our spare room into my office, or what I like to jokingly call "headquarters."  I guess all those office supplies I have been hoarding may actually come in handy...


So what is next?  Well, I am begininng to recruit a board of directors, will file the articles of incorporation soon, and will continue to seek advice in order to develop a thorough organizational plan.  I have a newfound appreciation for a variety of specialities including web design and accounting.  There are many skills which I can teach myself enough to get by.  I do not think creating the webpage is one of them. 


I know this is getting long and my sister has probably stopped reading paragraphs ago.  I must acknowledge the faithfulness and provision of God in all of this.  There are many examples I could share but most recently I was just praying for God to show me if I was supposed to move forward with the nonprofit, and if so, to make it clear.  That same day I received a check I had forgotten about in the mail and a good friend asked me to come and share with a group of people that weekend.  Then today I received an email about Seattle Pacific's global health exhibit at Seattle Center that I had been interviewed for about a month ago, but had not thought of much since.  When I saw the picture of me with Blessings, I just thought this is why I am doing all this.  This is why I am walking in faith into a world totally foreign to me.  This is why even though I have no homework or tests that I gladly stay up late into the night working on various tasks.  This is why I still can look at pictures from my trip and cry.  It reminds me of this quote a friend shared with me....God doesn't call the qualified, he qualifies the called.  Be encouraged, my friends.

Goodbyes & Hellos

Since I returned from Kenya 9 months ago, I knew I was reluctantly coming back to the U.S. to finish nursing school for the sake of everything that I saw and experienced.  When I came to college, it was for me.  I wanted to get a degree.  I wanted to be a nurse.  I wanted to have a career and build a life for myself.  But God broke my heart for something else.  I am grateful for Seattle Pacific University and nursing school for propelling me forward to live out what God has called me to.  Yet my graduation cap commemorates the real reason why I finished the hardest season of my life- for the beautiful, gracious people in Kenya who stole my heart.

What's next?  That is the question of the hour.  Although there was a period of time when I desperately tried to avoid the answer to the question altogether, I am slowly finding peace as God's still small voice continues to reassure me and reveal small portions of His plan of me.  The big question people ask: When are you going to Kenya?  The best answer I can give is in the Lord's time.  I honestly do not know when I will get to go back.  I do think that the next trip I make will be for several weeks, and not a permanent move.  God has been leading me down a road I NEVER envisioned myself taking- starting a non-profit organization.  I always thought I was entering the "helping profession" so I would not have to be in the middle of the business world and constantly crunch the numbers.  Well- you quickly realize healthcare is one of the biggest businesses there is, and to truly make a difference, you cannot avoid the politics, legal aspects, and red tape altogether.  So I enter this new season completely admitting I am not equipped, prepared, or confident, but I am trusting God wholeheartedly and continue to wake up excited about the prospect of working towards a sustainable solution for the clinic.

I look forward to the opportunity of continuing to share my passion and vision with more and more people as I begin the long road of starting a NPO.  If it were up to me, I would pack my bags, buy myself a plane ticket, and go to Kenya, figuring out a way to stay there.  But that is not what is best for the clinic, for the patients, for me....and God has just shown me that so clearly over the past few months.  But He knows my heart.  He knows I can't not do something.  He knows my heart is going to be broken for the rest of my life, as I think it should be.  So He led me down this new path...one that will be really hard, but I believe extremely rewarding and I now cannot imagine not doing it.

To everyone who has played a role in bringing me to this moment of graduation, thank you.  "Thank you" does not fully capture everything that I want to tell you, but know that I fully recognize I could not have done this without all of your love, support, and prayers.  And do not fear- you will get that same opportunity in this next season of life!  I will need all the help, encouragement, and support that I can get to start a NPO.  But as for now I let the words of one of my favorite songs, "Dream Big" capture my emotions...

When you laugh be sure to laugh out loud
'Cause it will carry all your cares away
And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself
And it'll help you feel okay
And when you pray, pray for strength
To help you carry on
When the troubles come your way
And when you dream, dream big
As big as the ocean blue
'Cause when you dream it might come true
When you dream, dream big

Truth & Light

I stumbled upon a Facebook page entitled "Mukuru Slum News."  I was excited to have another first-person source of information from a place half a world away.  Then I read the byline "Telling the truth about Mukuru is hard but not telling the truth is even harder."  That really got to me.  I have always felt that as a human being knowing about the suffering other humans are going through is my responsibility, possibly even my calling.  When I see this picture, I think not only about the livelihood of those two children.  I think about that source of water, what organisms are in it, what diseases they are at risk for.  I think about what kind of school they are going to, how many years they will have the opportunity to learn, and what their ambitions are.  I think about how many people in Nairobi know that there are thousands of people who lives in the slums, with the potential for an entire generation to be completely abandoned and deprived of the basic amenities.  But I also see hope- I see a glimmer of light.  I am encouraged that they are wearing school uniforms, and hopefully that even a meager about of education will inspire them to dream of a better life.  I see resilience and courage, cultivated out of necessity, but important traits that will carry them through the rest of their lives.

With three weeks left of nursing school, I cannot believe that I have almost reached the light at the end of the tunnel.  For anyone who has known me over the past several years, you can verify that I verbalized wanting to drop out and concluding that I couldn't do it countless times.  It has been a really challenge, but I've made it and I have to say only by God's abundant grace.  He must REALLY want me to be a nurse, because if I had anything to do with it, I would not have come this far.  A lot of people have asked me what I am doing next.  Although my entire being desperately wants to return to Kenya as soon as possible, I realize that my work and contribution would be far more sustainable if I can save and raise more money and start a non-profit before returning.  Even writing that out brings tears to my eyes because my heart longs to just be in community with my beloved Kenyans.  I never thought that God would call me to sacrifice by staying in America....ironic huh?  So I will be looking for a real job in California and beginning to work on starting a non-profit.  I can definitely say these are God's plans and not my own because I would have never imagined taking this road.  In most ways, I have absolutely NO idea what I am doing, but that is what keeps me depending on God.

So as my formal education comes to an end, the door to lifelong learning swings wide open.  Even though essentially nothing about college has gone the way I had hoped or planned, I am grateful for all the experiences that have led me to where I am today.  One of my greatest inspirations Mother Teresa said these words that I will end with:

"There is a light in this world, a healing spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter.  We sometimes lose sight of this force when there is suffering, too much pain.  Then suddenly, the spirit will emerge through the lives of ordinary people who hear a call and answer in extraordinary ways."

Be Kind

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." 
-Plato


I have always been amazed by God's grace to teach me important life lessons when I am a distracted and selfish learner.  The quote above has been one that has left an impression on me ever since I first heard it.  I often tell people that the very best friends I have in my life are typically people I initially do not have positive interactions with.  I think I tend to make a lot of assumptions about people when I first met them, but once I get to know them, there are very few people I do not get along with.  There is something powerful about knowing someone's story, their situation, their experiences.  Yet I am reminded that everyone has a story, whether or not I have read it.  Let me share several examples from this week.

I summarized this first interaction in my facebook status.  As I was coming home from clinical yesterday, I was in a minor fender bender accident.  A woman backed up without looking in her rearview, and I did not have enough time to get out of her way.  As I watched her back into my car, I remember thinking how I really did not have time and energy for this, and thought about how she should have just looked in her mirror! (which is extremely selfish since my driving track record is far from flawless).  I waited for her to get out of her car, but after a minute, I decided to get out myself to assess the damage.  The damage was superficial, paint scratched off, just cosmetic really.  She slowly opened her door, and at this point I noticed two young children in the back seat, one of whom was crying hysterically.  The woman walked over to me and was just sobbing uncontrollably.  I immediately forget about the fact she was the driver who had just hit me, and put my arm around her and proceeded to repeatedly tell her "it's okay."  As more tears flowed, she shared that this was a rental car, that she is visiting from Europe, that her son had a high fever and she didn't know what to do, and how awful her day had been.  I assisted her in calling the rental car company and tried to explain what a claim was.  I kept saying, I just want to make sure you are okay.  And I meant it.  I wish I could have said I would have responded that way had I not known what she was going through, but the truth is, I probably wouldn't have.  After some further reassurance and ensuring she had a doctor to take him to and a place to go home to, I got back in my car and continued on with my day.  I felt really blessed to have been hit.  I know that sounds weird, but I will always remember that interaction, and how only by God's grace to me was I able to extend love to her.  And it was so powerful.

This week at clinical, I had a challenging Monday.  My patients were not receptive to care, and both of them expressed to me how much they disliked being "bothered" by me.  It is a hard place to be because there are certain things as a nurse you must do to care for the patient, but they may involve disturbed their sleep, poking them, asking a lot of questions, etc.  I just tried to keep telling myself, do the things you have to do for them and do them cheerfully, and as you leave their room, just give them to the Lord.  Yet I still kept feeling unfulfilled, and selfishly, I think we all want to feel appreciated for the work that we are doing.  But I was humbled, because it really isn't about me.  And everyone is entitled to feel how they feel.  And in all honesty, I am not sure I would enjoy people coming in and out of my room while I am sick and just want to be left alone.  Coming to the hospital on Tuesday, I just was not feeling it.  I was sure it was going to be another horrible day (I can be dramatic....).  Yet it turned out to be one of the best clinical days I have ever had.  I had an awesome nurse- she really was my heaven-sent angel.  Of my three patients, two were absolutely delightful to care for.  My third one threatened to fire me :)  But the uniting factor in all of their situations was they had these incredibly stories.  And I naturally enjoyed listening and conversing with the two that openly shared.  Yet my heart still felt for my unhappy client.  And instead of being upset with him, I just thought to myself, Alyssa, he is a man who feels like he has lost all control, over his life, his body, what is happening to him.  All he has left is the words he exchanges.  And if by saying "you're fired" gives him a small amount of control back, then let him have it.  Let him fire you.  Once I let that go, I was able to be so much more present for my other patients and just filled with a love and a curiosity about this gruff man.

Finally, today I also dreaded going to community health.  (Yes, I guess me dreading things r/t school is a common theme).  But I was so blessed by the women we got to interact with.  They were so gracious and even though we were "serving the community" by spending time with them, it was their wisdom that so deeply touched me.  One woman apologized to me for smoking.  She then assessed me and said I bet you don't smoke, do you?  And I looked at her for a moment and said, You know, had I been in different circumstances and lived the life you have, who says I wouldn't be smoking too.  And she smiled and said I first smoked a cigarette down in Texas because some of the kids threatened to beat me up if I didn't.  As we continue to spend time together, I was humbled and convicted.  Here I was having a great time, laughing, joking, talking with these women.  Yet how many times have I looked upon this same demographic with scorn, with judgment, with preconceived notions about the lives they lead.  I finally began to understand their lives.  I took some steps in their shoes.  As we bused to the food bank, as I stood in line, I momentarily was thinking okay how am I suppose to carry all the food back to my house?  Of course, I wasn't getting food, and when I shop, I put the groceries in my car.  But I thought, wow, I am finally starting to see some of the realities of what its like to depend on government and charity-related resources.  A lot of people have good intentions, but there are still a lot of obstacles for homeless and low-income individuals to climb.

In light of so many lessons learn by spending time with people, studying for a pathophysiology exam seems a bit futile....:)

The Next Step

"Faith is taking the next step, even when you cannot see the entire staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.

I don't know what I am going to do once June 9th arrives. Yes, I will graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Nursing. Yes, I will then have to study to take my board exam, and eventually become a licensed RN. But after that...I just don't know. I don't want to work in a hospital. I don't want to just get a job to say I have one or bring home a pay check. I really want to start a nonprofit. I want to go back to Kenya. I want to go back to the slum and give those kids a big hug. I want someone to yell out "muzungu" and point and laugh. I want to drink tea sweetened with milk and sugar. I want to vaccinate new babies and reassure their mothers that they will grow up protected for diseases like polio and measles. But ultimately, I want to do God's will.

Despite my complete fear and trepidation related to going to clinicals at the hospital, God was so faithful to me. Yesterday I had a big opportunity to love on a woman who really was being overlooked and set aside by the rest of the staff. I was in a position where I had plenty of time to listen and reassure, and I know it was time well spent. It is a horrible thing to have a patient tell you that "everybody is ignoring me and don't take me seriously." There is a lot of grace involved in nursing- patients do not necessarily behave in ways that deserves good nursing care but you do it anyway. You set aside your own judgments and conceptions and agenda, and you provide the best possible care for that person. By the end of today, I somehow was managing a full patient load (under the supervision of a patient and competent nurse). After taking on a more official role as a "nurse", I just come to realize more and more that what I love is just being with the patient. I love getting to know them. I love reaffirming their thoughts and listening to their griefs. I see it as such a privilege that these people I have never met trust me to care for them, often in very intimate ways.

God's blessings have come in other ways as well. Last week, I received a donation for the clinic from a woman I have never met. I was overwhelmed that someone who believe so strongly in my own passion and vision for Imara that they would be willing to donate some of their finances. I was also blessed to receive a beautiful letter from a girl I use to babysit who now lives in Britain. In her 9-year-old cursive, she recollected her days of life as a "year 4" and just reminded me of the simple joys of life. My sister is currently serving the Lord in Africa and I am just so excited to be able to connect with her when she returns.

My whole life I have had a plan. In the past months, I have let more and more parts of that plan go as I yield to the Lord's will for my life. I have had to learn what faith really is. Faith isn't drafting the plan and going to God for a stamp of approval. So what is my next step? I can honestly say "I don't know, but God does." And for now, I will continue to watch the staircase unfold before me, ascending one step at a time.

Raindrops

Since moving to Seattle over 3 years ago, I have never appreciated the sun so much. Even a few hours of clear blue sky and the chance to wear flip flops is a celebrated occasion. Yet I can appreciate the gift of rain as well, growing up essentially a desert. When I first heard Laura Story's song "Blessings," I do not think I truly identified with what she was singing with. I liked the song, enjoyed the words, and it struck something within me that made me want to cry. But I cannot say I really, deep within me, understood some of the lyrics like:

And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough

For the full song, go here: Blessings video

However, after living through the past 6 months of life, I feel that song was written for me. I have been angry, I have questioned God's goodness, I have cried, I have doubted, I have felt betrayed, I have lost sleep, felt pain, and wondered where in the world God could be. Of course, all of those experiences emphasize the very selfish and human nature that resides within me. Sometimes I wonder why it is that God can be so faithful time and time again, yet it just takes one hard time, one bad experience for me to doubt His entire character! And I never deserved any of His goodness and blessings in the first place! I don't think the song is just about seeing the glass as half full or finding the good in everything. I think it is acknowledging that life is hard, even hell-ish at times, but that just reminds us how much we need God. Unfortunately, we live in a society and a culture that promotes self-fulfillment and sustainability. We long to be on our own and have all of our ducks in a row. We don't want to have to share or ask for help or admit that we are not self-sufficient. But why would we need God? I am really good at trying to control things on my own. And God likes to rock my world...steer my car off the paved road...

"We know that pain reminds this heart that this is not our home." If we could rid ourselves of all pain, suffering, and trials on this Earth, then the promise of eternal life in heaven would mean nothing. I often am convicted by the lives of the disciples and how willing they were to live a very difficult life. They never expected things to be easy or comfortable or enjoyable. Yet they lived and walked with the living God. They experienced healings, new life, the power of the Holy Spirit. They did nothing to secure themselves a better life here on this Earth- everything they did was for the kingdom to come.

What if my greatest disappointments

Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy

Truth be told- I have no idea what is going to happen after I graduate. I don't just mean I do not know when I am going to sit for my board exams or which hospital I want to work at. I mean I don't even know if God is calling me to get a nursing job. I don't if I will stay in California, or even in the United States. I, personally, want to completely freak out about this. How can I possibly just not know? After 4 years of university, why do I know less about what I want to do than I did walking into college? Yet I feel a sense of freedom that I have never had in my life. My college degree does not define or limit God's plan on my life. Is it scary? Well yes! But God has ALWAYS been so faithful in my life, and I know that He is preparing me for something. Knowing God it is probably bigger and something I would have never dreamed of for myself :) Stay tuned.

Letting Go

A good friend of mine emailed this quote to me, and told me it made her think of me. It is quite fitting, especially if you knew me before college. I had a lot of plans. Of course those plans changed with time, as plans and dreams tend to do. In kindergarten, I simultaneously wanted to attend Harvard and be a waitress. At that time, I did not understand the notion that people had to actually pay for the food they ordered. I just thought it would be great to be able to give hungry people food. I had my phase of wanting to be a teacher, and then an author. By about junior high, I was pretty convinced that I wanted to be a nurse. Of course, I did not just want to be any nurse. I wanted to be a pediatric oncology nurse that worked at St. Jude's Children's Hospital in Memphis, TN. Even writing that just now makes me laugh, because I was so set on that plan. I was convinced that it was exactly what I was suppose to do, and I wanted to do everything within my means to make it happen. There was the first red flag: trying to do it on my own terms with my own means.

When people ask me now what I am going to do after I graduate in June, for once in my life, I tell them "I don't know." It's not that I haven't thought about it or that there aren't things that I desire to do. It's just that I have finally come to the place where I am surrendering my plans to God. The only place I really want to be is the place where God leads me to. And at this point, God keeps telling me to be patient and focus on the current task at hand. Growing up, there was so much emphasis on what you are going to do later on...the goal setting, the career counselors, the college visits & planning & applications. I am guilty of continuing this tradition as I sometimes find myself asking the little ones I nanny for what they might want to be when they grow up. But how often do we reinforce to children, to our friends, even to ourselves, that it is important to live into exactly where we are right now. Yes, I want to go to Kenya and there is not a day that goes by that I do not think about it. I recently found out there have been some evictions in the slum that have negatively affected one of the schools I visited this past summer. When I look at the canvas pictures on my wall, my heart breaks to think that those tender faces are now being faced without a school and possibly without a home. When I received the birthday card in the mail from the clinic, I cannot adequately describe the overwhelming joy and hope that I experienced. But as of now, I am called to be here, in Seattle, finishing school. And that isn't always easy for me to accept. I sometimes joke about making a weekend trip to Kenya (which literally would not be possible), but my heart just longs so much to see the people and the country that I love so much.

As Matthew 6:34 says, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." If I hadn't been here finishing school, I would not have had the privilege of raising money for the clinic...which thanks be to God currently totals around $1,400. For everyone who has given so sacrificially, I am so thankful and pray that God continues to bless you.

So today...I will camp at Starbucks, catch up on homework, and embrace the opportunity to learn.