Friday, December 02, 2005
ROCK-ON NIKKI
What a woman! What a wife! I love my wife. She’s an adventurer at heart. I’m a painter. She’s an engineer. I’m an explorer. She’s an organizer. I’m loud--she’s not. I’m crazy--she’s refined. I’m ENFP--she’s ISTJ. How we’ve made it 25 years must astound Mr. Meyers and Mrs. Briggs. (She’s real accurate--I guess at a lot of stuff.)
I just talked to her on the phone. She’s in Kenya in the bush on the northern edge of the Serengeti. She’s on a "real" safari. I haven’t been able to talk to her for a week. The tent they stayed in was more like a hotel once you went inside. She said they watched an old lion slowly move an entire herd of zebra into a den of lions that then landed on them for supper one night. She also told me about going to a Masai village where the men would dance in a circle and then jump as high as they could to get as many girlfriends and wives as possible. Their 2-year-old sons held their own staffs and would jump outside the circle as their fathers jumped. Nikki assured me she was still mine—however, Kay, the lady with her, looked very strong and very tall so some of the Masai men felt she could. I had difficulty hearing her. They were having to stop for giraffes in the road!
They’re on their way to speak to Kenyan pastor’s wives. Not white missionaries. As a matter of fact, it’s pure Kenyan through and through. She isn’t being escorted by "whites" but by beautiful black Kenyans. She gets to see the world through their lens and not one filtered by others. I’m glad for her. She’ll be talking to the pastor’s wives and others.
She told me it’s a place all it’s own. We’re in Asia a lot. She said, "It’s not Asia--it’s its own place." It is. I’ve been there. I wish everyone had to live in about 8 different countries for 6 months for a 4-year period. Only then, could we see the creativity of God and the uniqueness of each tongue and tribe.
Have courage. Have fun. Be bold. Be adventuresome. Rock on Nikki.
I just talked to her on the phone. She’s in Kenya in the bush on the northern edge of the Serengeti. She’s on a "real" safari. I haven’t been able to talk to her for a week. The tent they stayed in was more like a hotel once you went inside. She said they watched an old lion slowly move an entire herd of zebra into a den of lions that then landed on them for supper one night. She also told me about going to a Masai village where the men would dance in a circle and then jump as high as they could to get as many girlfriends and wives as possible. Their 2-year-old sons held their own staffs and would jump outside the circle as their fathers jumped. Nikki assured me she was still mine—however, Kay, the lady with her, looked very strong and very tall so some of the Masai men felt she could. I had difficulty hearing her. They were having to stop for giraffes in the road!
They’re on their way to speak to Kenyan pastor’s wives. Not white missionaries. As a matter of fact, it’s pure Kenyan through and through. She isn’t being escorted by "whites" but by beautiful black Kenyans. She gets to see the world through their lens and not one filtered by others. I’m glad for her. She’ll be talking to the pastor’s wives and others.
She told me it’s a place all it’s own. We’re in Asia a lot. She said, "It’s not Asia--it’s its own place." It is. I’ve been there. I wish everyone had to live in about 8 different countries for 6 months for a 4-year period. Only then, could we see the creativity of God and the uniqueness of each tongue and tribe.
Have courage. Have fun. Be bold. Be adventuresome. Rock on Nikki.
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