05.17.07
Birthdays, Bang-ups, and the B-I-B-L-E
Yes, folks I have now attained the wise and mature age of 28. Adults in Kenya do not usually celebrate their birthdays and were quite amused at how exciting I considered the event. But, what can I say…why pass up a chance to celebrate! : )
Seth took me to a local tourist restaurant called Carnivore. The heart of the restaurant is a huge fire pit with long, William Wallace type, swords set on a rack above the flames.
Each sword laden with a different type of meat…
As a girl whose childhood nick name was “Carnivora”, to say that I was delighted would be putting it lightly.
I had a hard time not jumping up and down and clapping my hands.
The waiters brought the swords around at intervals and carved the meat off right on to your plate.
My apologies to all you vegetarians out there; but it was sooooo good.
After stuffing ourselves with lamb, beef, chicken, crocodile, pork, turkey, and ostrich we were treated to a rousing Kenyan Birthday song by the waiters – complete with drums and dance.
Definitely an experience to remember.
Keziah had her own birthday gift for me.
Earlier in the day as I came out of my room I found Keziah, on a couch cushion stage, with magnetix microphone belting out:
“Da B-I-B-L-E! Yes, dats da book fo me! I stan awone on da wer of God! Da
B-I-B-L-E!”
It was hilarious, touching and amazing all at once.
I am truly beginning to understand the verse that says “ I have no greater joy than to know that my children walk in truth”. I can only stand in awe as I watch the Father draw the heart of my daughter to Himself.
In this time of change and feelings of insecurity just watching the love of God play out in the life of a child, my child, brings such a reassurance of His love and trustworthiness.
I can only pray that my life as His child will be such a testament to those around me.
Life continues to be an adventure here.
Seth was in an accident the other day…He’s ok, no physical damage done, and other than having to get the car fixed it really was not a huge deal. Keziah, however, on hearing that our car had got “an owie” wanted to know if she could “gib it a tiss”. : ) If only that worked on “hurt” cars too. : )
Pray for us that we continue to operate in the grace that God gives for the moment and have the humor to learn from it as well.
~Roadsign of the week~
“Nairobi, Home of the Hot Dog”. And all this time I thought hot dogs came to be in Chicago! The most humorous thing about this sign is that the hot dogs here taste like vegetarian hot dogs. Not sure what exactly is in there…maybe I don’t want to know but they sure don’t taste very “meaty”.
~Food Find~
Ok, since this letter seems to be all about meat; Ladies and Gentlemen…I Hannah Beth Jankovsky have forever endeared myself to all junk food addicts (namely my husband) by learning the art of home made chicken nuggets.
No, chicken nuggets are far from normal Kenyan fare. But they are the normal fare for a certain Seth of mine. I think if he could have, Seth would have sainted me for this achievement.
My tie-dye boys.
My birthday present from Seth…a canopy bed.
Carnivore!
Being Tigers!