Thursday, September 30, 2010

Meet My Friend, Doreen

Friendship is a sheltering tree.  ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Hold a true friend with both your hands.  ~Nigerian Proverb


Doreen is my friend. Doreen is unlike any other friend I have. Doreen is unlike almost any other person I know.  It has been my joy to introduce her to many friends who come to visit from the U.S. Today, I want to introduce her to you.

Doreen lives in the IDP Camp that is located about 30 min. from my house in Kijabe. She was forced to flee her home in Western Kenya during the election violence of 2007.  She and her 2 boys ran from their home with only the clothing they were wearing. They ran with fear and terror in their eyes and hearts not knowing the fate that awaited them.  They have never returned to their home.

After the presidential election in Dec. 2007 Kenya erupted into tribal clashes that ended with thousands of Kenyans dead/injured/traumatized at the hands of their own countrymen. Women were raped in daylight, people murdered, property set on fire, and lives changed forever. Doreen's husband, who was diabetic, died during the fall-out of the clashes. The Kikuyu tribe was the target of the violence in Western Kenya. Because her husband was Kikuyu, no one would provide him with the necessary insulin.
Think about that - no pharmacist, no doctor, no hospital would provide insulin to this man because of his tribe and thus, he died.

Before the violence, Doreen was a successful business woman. She was not wealthy according to American standards, but she had a home, a consistent income, and food for her family.  Due to circumstances out of her control, her life was forever changed.  Once an independent woman, Doreen was now dependent upon the corrupt Kenyan government and charitable organizations for her very survival.

I met Doreen a little over 1 year ago. We have shared many conversations over cups of chai sitting together in her home, a tent donated by the UNHCR.  Doreen is a loving mother to her 2 young boys, Daniel and Peter. She is on the leadership council of the IDP Camp and also on the board of the Eldima Poultry Project within the camp.  Doreen is the lead teacher at the preschool that seeks to educate children from at least 3 nearby IDP camps.
She is not a lazy woman; she does not view herself as a victim; Doreen is an extraordinary woman.

One of my favorite ways to spend an afternoon is sitting with Doreen, talking for hours over a bowl of amazing beans and the best chapati. Did I mention that Doreen is also a fabulous cook! She has a charcoal cooker, which is all she needs to prepare a meal for her family or for a group of 25+ people!

Doreen making her delicious chapati on the charcoal cooker.

On most days, Doreen talks freely of the post-election violence and surrounding events. She talks of what it is like to now live in a tent in a dirt field. She talks of her hopes for the future. Doreen always talks of God and His faithfulness to her and her family. She has indeed endured trials of many kinds; she has known suffering at a level that is hard to truly understand. Nevertheless, Doreen's faith and love for Jesus never seem to waver.  She has had so much taken from her, yet she still gives freely. She gives encouragement, laughter, and love. We've had many hilarious conversations as we discuss cultural differences. The funniest was hearing how we were creating scandalous rumors because Bob and our friend Dan would give Doreen big hugs - in public!

Dan and Rachel's son Brayden receiving a tender hug from Doreen. 

Many times I am amazed at the things that come out of Doreen's mouth. "Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks."  Her heart overflows with the joy of the Lord.

On more than one occasion when talking about the violence, I have expressed my sorrow at the suffering she and her boys endured. Doreen usually responds with this:
"Julie, if the violence had never occurred, I would still be living in my house in Eldoret. I would never have come here and we would never have met. You see, God had this planned all along."
When I told her we could have just met in heaven and still had eternity together she shook her head exclaiming, "But, this way we will know each other already and know each other's stories. Because of that, the celebration in heaven will be even greater!"
Speechless.

Just over one week ago tragedy struck again. The son of a dear friend of ours in the IDP camp was murdered. Heartbroken,  it was clear Doreen struggled throughout the week leading up to the burial.  Her heart was heavy for our friend Joseph, whose son was now gone due to more violence.  The night before the burial Doreen hosted our family and the entire team from The Village Church for dinner. She insisted we all spend the evening together to encourage and bless one another. (Romans 12:15) She made her famous beans, rice, chapati, and chai. I could tell her heart hurt for Joseph, but her faith remained resolute. "God knows these things", she would tell me and "God will lead us on."

Bob and I had planned to attend the burial. However, as often happens in Kenya, plans changed. Bob had to be in the hospital to perform a minor surgery on a patient. When I called Doreen to express our regrets at not being able to attend, she once again assured me in the way that only Doreen can. Her words,  "We are going to take care of the dead; Bob is going to take care of the living. God will use him today and we will be blessed knowing he is caring for the living."

Upon their return from the burial, Doreen and Joseph came to Naomi's Village to join us for the Kenyan BBQ celebrating the completion of the main events room.  When it came time for them to leave, powerful words were again spoken. This time by Joseph, but with Doreen smiling in complete agreement. Joseph said, "The day began with mourning but ended with celebration. God has ordained these events, so tonight when we lay our heads down, we'll remember the celebration and have peace in our hearts."

I am currently studying Habakkuk.  Doreen is a living example of Habbakuk's confident worship of the Lord given at the conclusion of the book. Doreen has learned through her life experiences that circumstances do not dictate the worthiness of God. He alone is worthy and He is always worthy of our praise!

Habakkuk 3:17-18
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior. 

Pray for Doreen and her children, Daniel and Peter. Pray for Joseph. And, if God ever brings you to Kenya, you will be immensely blessed to share a cup of chai with Doreen and listen to her testify of the faithfulness of our great God and King.




Monday, September 13, 2010

This God - His Way is Perfect

I awoke the morning of Thursday, August 26, 2010, with this scripture in my heart:

"This God—his way is perfect;
   the word of the LORD proves true;
   he is a shield for all those who take refuge in him."  
 -Psalm 18:30 (also found in 2 Samuel 22:31) 

This particular Thursday was a big day for the Mendonsa family. It was moving day! Because we resigned from CURE, we had to move out of the house we called home for our first 2 years in Kenya. (I'll write soon about our transition in more detail).  When I awoke with this verse on my heart I believed God was reminding me that the change in houses was not something that should cause me worry or stress.

What a kind and compassionate God to speak to me on moving day!

The day proceeded as all "moving-days" do. There were friends to help, vehicles loaded full, laughter, stress, tears (only me), and then hunger.  Most moving days would conclude with pizza delivered to your door as you sit amidst boxes and bags. Since Kijabe has no pizza delivery service, we did the next best thing and went to dinner at our friend's house.  Afterwards, we returned to our new home with new vigor to begin the unpacking.  Until about 10:00pm when exhaustion took over!

And, still the Lord whispered to my heart..."His way is perfect." Yes, Lord, Your ways are perfect.

My heart full and at peace in our new home, we began the search for contact cases, saline, and toothbrushes to get ready for a night's sleep.

And, then...Bob's phone rang.  There was much confusion for the first several minutes of his conversation with a young man named Peter who works at Naomi's Village. Peter stays the night at Naomi's Village to serve as a watchman over the supplies.  I could only discern that Peter was telling Bob there had been thieves at Naomi's Village. The conversation was obviously full of adrenaline and miscommunications due to our different accents.

By the time Bob and Peter finished talking we knew there had been a robbery at Naomi's Village; Peter had been beaten; the thieves came with a big truck and plans to empty the container of all our tools and supplies; the local villagers had been alerted of a potential robbery and came to the rescue, running the thieves off.  It also appeared it had been an inside job.

"He is a shield for those who take refuge in Him..."

"This God - His way is perfect..."

"The Word of the Lord proves true..."

These phrases, in no particular order anymore, kept pounding through my heart.  God had put these words in my heart for my good at the beginning of this momentous day. God knew and God was preparing me.

What a kind and compassionate God to speak to me the promises I would need to cling to in the upcoming days. His Word in my heart, a light unto my path.

Peter was not badly wounded; the thieves made off with a few items, but nothing like they had intended; it was evident to the villagers as well as our friends in the IDP camp that Naomi's Village belongs to God and He protected His own.  Many of them have since said this very thing to us.

A week later, with the investigation still on-going, Bob, our friend Jillian and I had lunch with Doreen, a dear friend who lives in the IDP camp.  She and Bob began discussing Isaiah 55:9.


"For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
   so are my ways higher than your ways
   and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Isaiah 55:9

I sat there in Doreen's tent listening to the two discuss the magnitude of this verse. God pierced my heart again with His sovereignty in all He does. In all He does, He is perfect; in all His ways, He is perfect; in all His thoughts, He is perfect; and His ways are higher - extending beyond the normal; extending beyond me.

The real beauty came when I understood God had put His thoughts on my heart the very morning of the Naomi's Village robbery. His thoughts - His higher thoughts. "My way is perfect, Julie.  Take refuge in me, I will be your shield."  And, then another verse flooded my heart,

"Your Father knows what you need before you ask Him." 
Matthew 6:8

I realized that the words God spoke to me the morning of Aug. 26 were so powerful because I knew them to be true. The words came from Him through the Scripture He left for us. There are songs, poems, and literature that have deep meaning, bring comfort, or a heart of worship. But, they don't carry the same power as the Word of God. Because He spoke His very Word to my heart, there has been no doubt in my mind or heart about that night; about what could have happened; about the days yet to come. God was and is the shield. His way is perfect.

It would be amazing if I awoke every morning with a promise from the Lord on my heart. A promise put there by Him for my good.  What I do know is for God to speak His Word to my heart, I must know His Word. I must meditate on it; dwell upon it; savor it; treasure it.  I must allow time in my day to hear Him speak. And, when He whispers His Word on my heart...I'll know His Word proves true.


This God—his way is perfect;
   the word of the LORD proves true;
   he is a shield for all those who take refuge in him.