I haven't written in a long time because I haven't been inspired to say anything. Since my return from Kenya, our life has has been on hold and we've been in daily survival mode. No one tells you true marriage is the shared aching and blows of pain that shatter your core, regardless of which individual experienced "it" first. I've written on here before about the pain of darkness we've suffered and struggled with. Now I think its okay to write more about it. I think I need to actually. Phil doesn't want to journal or blog because he says that makes "it" real. When "it" isn't in writing, does "it" really exist?
This season has taught me a few things, most notably that survival is an isolated struggle, and everyone needs an advocate.
My dear friend Kim is an advocate for many suffering to survive and overcome their environment. Recently on her blog, Huffmans In Kenya, she shared about a young woman, Esnas. Kim met Esnas as a result of rescuing her young sisters out of poverty and disease, and ultimately Esnas and her young daughter, Blessing. To read about Esnas, go here. Ultimately, Esnas was alone in her struggle to live. Kim stayed by her side to her dying breath.
Kim told me I should share my story. So I will now, in bits a pieces.
Ever hopeful.
(This is a post I wrote months ago, but didn't post out of fear of self)
