This season, I’ve been intentionally taking time in the mornings to read a few devotionals and to journal. This morning, the pages I read were by Katie Davis Majors. If you were a young, bright eyed Christian about 17 years ago, you know who she is. She left her home in the states to live in Uganda, adopting 13 daughters, and starting a school called Amazima. Oh, how I wanted to be her. To travel abroad to fight the injustice of poverty and lack of education for girls. To lead communities to Christ and serve with red stained feet, and for years, I thought this was what my life would look like.
Since reading her book, (over and over), I’ve married my husband, birthed five children, lived in two different homes, started a business and lived hundreds of ordinary, messy, noisy days. I can see my idealism and naive hope so clearly from where I sit now, and while I didn’t spend these years serving in Africa, I have spent them serving in Kansas. Wiping noses and teaching fractions, reading countless books and teaching a million lessons in the tiny moments of our days. I am not the same woman I was then, but then maybe that’s the point. Because Katie Davis was an ordinary woman listening to her Father and that led her to African soil, and listening to mine brought me here. Not where I imagined but exactly where He wanted me to be.
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