God Woke Me Up
So there I was–sleeping. It was my first night on safari in the Masai Mara of Kenya, five months ago in August 2012. I had spent the last week at CURE International’s hospital in Kijabe, a city near Nairobi. I don’t remember hearing a sound in or outside my tent, or being afraid at all; I simply woke up to “CURE Moms.” The words were not audible–instead just sort of floating within my mind and heart. It was almost three o’clock in the morning.
I wasn’t remotely groggy; rather, I felt a peaceful alertness. For a while I lay in the dark absorbing the thoughts invading my mind, but then reached outside the mosquito net for my laptop. I needed to start writing down the ideas I believed my heavenly Father was giving me.
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