"And hallelujah,
Grace Like Rain falls down on me
And hallelujah,
And all my stains are washed away
They're washed away"
“Grace like rain”, it’s become almost a theme here for me in Kenya. This song and phrase has always meant a lot to me, and its significance has become even more apparent in the past 4 weeks. The analogy of rain is so relevant to our time in the bush of Kenya. Every night we would pray for the rain to come and refresh the earth. The Maasi people are shepherds, and their flocks need good grazing. In the same way that God sends rain to bring life to the earth, He sends His grace in abundance to bring life to us.
The herds can’t live without rain, and we may not live without grace
I think it’s no mistake that the name our Maasi family gave me is Nempiris, which translates to “Grace”. I almost didn’t believe it when I heard it. Two Sundays ago I was visiting a church in Ewaso, and along the way I made a friend. We picked her up on the way to church and she never let me out of her sight. The little girl was about four years old, and didn’t speak a word of English, but she was very sweet and gentle. I inquired about her name to some of the older girls, and I couldn’t believe my ears when they told me, Nempiris. I never saw her after that day, but I prayed that she would grow to become a woman of God, and show many other people the power of God’s grace along the way.
I’ll be thinking of you always, Nempiris
