Station 007 line 23 – My 2017 Voting Experience

My election story: Was woken up by whistles and vuvuzelas at 2:30am, so I prayed and was on the line, with my entire household, including Gio, by 4:30am. At around 5:45am the administration of the polling center decided that the gate, in front of which we had been lining up for hours, would not be used and we had to go round almost a kilometer and a half to enter the school by an alternative gate. I saw here, the manifestation of the last being the first and first being last 🙂
 
I finally got in, and spent quite some time looking for my line. As the lines were not arranged in order, I got to walking almost every spot of the station. I saw God in this too…dedicated it to Him. I finally found my line, 23, and settled to chatting with those in adjustment lines. My line and 7 others were to enter a building by a single door; whenever the security allowed for people to enter, we knew there was progress by the screams of the women in front, and the violent surge forward. It seems like, no, it was factual that the eight lines ‘dissolved’ into a tight bottleneck closer to the entrance, where it was survival for the fittest. Occasionally a pole would emerge from inside the room, a security person trying to beat people into order but the crowd roared back so they gave up on them…at least for a while.
 
Anyway, we gradually surged forward until I was now a part of the bottle-neck. I found out first hand why the women screamed at this point. Somehow God kept me in His Peace despite the pushing, shoving and lifting…at some point I felt someone trying to pry my rings from my fingers, addressed them from midair and, then removed them and kept them safely away. A woman cried out and the young people literally carried her to the front. A young man pushing on my right asked me why I wasn’t crying. I said to him in broken kiswahili “Sina Pums” meaning, I had no breath to spare. An elderly woman, perhaps a few years older than me, squashed and sweating profusely on my left gasped at me “Siwezi toka…” She just wanted out. I told her to hold on as we were almost in. I wondered about my advise even as I spoke out. There was nothing in me that even remotely considered getting out of this situation without first voting. It wasn’t really about those that I had chosen to vote for, I had no vested interest in them really…but it was more about Kenya, and loving her…quaint…
 
I noticed after about five minutes more of being pushed, lifted, shoved in all directions so that I felt I would snap at the middle that the woman was no longer moving. Her head hung to her chest. Then, I made noise. A policeman had found his way right behind me and I turned somehow to him and said to him “Help this lady, please. She is in a crisis.” The youth around me took up my cry and somehow a way was made. It seems they noticed then that I was not young either, so they also ushered me forward. The lady was received by police officers at the door, and I stood on my own, trying to clear the blackness that was drawing me to the ground.
 
A voice urged me forward…and I obeyed, not really sure that I would make the next step. The IEBC staff on my line were fast, efficient and friendly. They recognized my plight and shared their water with me, allowed me to cast my ballot and then sat me down to somehow get it together. There were no first-aid personnel. I beckoned the officer who seemed in charge and asked him to go take care of the women in the line…he complied saying he would inform the security at the door.
 
As I left the station – I noticed that the eight lines were orderly, quiet, dignified, with security personnel forming a barricade at the door. I hope the other lady is feeling better too.
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MY HEARTS CRY FOR 2013

After a really really eventful last day of the year, and a night-time in which I was to weary to cry, pray, talk to anyone, or even worship…I wake up wrapped in the Grace of God….joyful, triumphant, hopeful. My cry is for you and I to be restored back from all the places to which we strayed, sometimes in an attempt to seek sanity away from The Presence of God. There is no soundness of mind apart from Him as we cannot ‘out-wise’ God. That is just the way it is.

SONY DSCMy Hearts cry begins with ‘Those whom God has put together…” and ends with ‘…LET NONE PUT ASUNDER’. I have cried for myself and for many others, as I watched them grope around trying to find a stable place to place their broken hearts and lives, after their homes were torn, sometimes by their own hands. I have watched them try to put their lives back together, after God-ordered and ordained relationships crumbled…and they thought they could easily get fixed if they connected to another partner. I have watched people walk away from their divine connections, in ministry, in vocation, in careers, in friendships, jobs, and businesses, because satan appointed and anointed an expert to slander the intent of God in bringing them together. I have watched as nations tore themselves and others apart by the same satanic slander of God…and His purpose for putting a set of diverse peoples together as one nation.

My cry this first day of January 2013 is a reminder to satan and his agents that they are defeated, and that I, VIP KNOW IT TO BE THE TRUTH! I know at least one other person, who does. So because we are in agreement…The ones that have strayed are coming home, repentant and forgiven!. God is bringing back that which He has ordained to be, and the purpose of His Spoken Word will be accomplished. Go back to Him…What God has put together CANNOT and WILL NOT be sustained independently of Him. Let us go back to God.

““Come on, let’s go back to God.
He hurt us, but He’ll heal us.
He hit us hard,
but He’ll put us right again.
In a couple of days we’ll feel better.
By the third day He’ll have made us brand-new,
Alive and on our feet,
fit to face Him.
We’re ready to study God,
eager for God-knowledge.
As sure as dawn breaks,
so sure is His daily arrival.
He comes as rain comes,
as spring rain refreshing the ground.”
Hosea 1:1-3

Dear God, Do You Have Other Sons Aside From These?

Okay girls, I know especially for the single and searching, this may be a question you ask often as life presents you with options: tall and handsome, but not the choice of God. Impressive, doing well for himself, but not the choice of God. Has great potential if they found someone dedicated enough to do the mining, buffering, filling, and ordering, but still, not the choice of God. After several resumes are presented, interviews conducted, you re-advertise for that vacancy in your life. And you go through the same drama all over again, until you are convinced that there is something worse about you than these excellent displays of manhood – there must be. Surely, everyone that could be an option NEEDS to be in this same room at this same time! Surely, everyone that could be an option, must have heard about the search, the interviews and availed themselves for such a high price.

A sad thing that we do, is that we get convinced that there is something wrong about the standards we have set based on our knowledge of ourselves, our circumstances, our life purpose and needs that are valid. Many get exasperated and settle for the tall handsome one who looks like he not only has great potential but is already doing well for themselves. Then they settle into the horror of the realization that ‘themselves’ is the ‘only who’ for whom their chosen ones have any intention of ‘doing well’. No one else matters. By then though, you have entered into a life binding contract, from which any retreat, often has the effect of making you look blotched and him, more handsome and appealing because no one else can see what you fled from. Ahem, or perhaps, the only reason you could get him, was because the others had seen what you have lived and would not have touched him with anyone they cared about’s pole, let alone their own 10 foot one.

Anyway, since this blog is about Living and Leading, am not just discussing marriage and romance; I am going back to the original context of these words, 1 Samuel 16. They were directed to a father, who had a splendid display of sons, one of whom, was God’s choice for Israel’s King. But he was not in the room where the obvious choices were being made. He was not appropriately networked, packaged or branded for the office of national leadership. In fact, the only things he seemed to be trusted with, by those who knew him best – his father and brothers, were the family’s herds. And if God had not pushed the prophet further, and reminded him of the peril of his previous choice, David would have remained among the herds probably. But God is Sovereign…everything happens for His Purposes. And often, He is behind your searching, exasperation, and the decision to advertise again, so you can be sure you have ‘your man’ so to speak. Your rightful King, President, CEO, Pastor, Husband…Wife, Queen.

So here we are again, on the verge of National choice yet again. Some of you have gone past it, and have new leaders. I hope you heard God and waited for the shepherd boy to be brought in and anointed King before you put your feet up and considered your civic duty done for your country. Do you think, your nation needs, even deserves, a King that is chosen by God? Do you think that leader would lead your country to be the best, because The Creator of All that is Excellent is responsible for his or her ascent to that seat? Is there work needed, taxing work, to push your nation to become all that God created it to be, and there is need for a man rightly anointed and appointed to lead that work? Are you conscious, with acute soundness of mind of the amount of work needed, the tightness of time, and the kind of person needed to catalyze and sustain this as a mirror of God creative and redemptive work? Have you sometimes sat down and looked up , and cried out to God ‘Do you have another option? Are these what we HAVE TO work with?’ You know you yourself could never do the work, but you have an inkling of what is needed “Oh God do you have other sons aside from me and these? Do you still have a purpose for my country? Is it ending or is it beginning?”

I mentioned the prophet and his last choice? The tallest, handsomest man with the tendency to care for self, and to elevate self above all else? Sometimes I listen to us discuss the choices we made in our leaders, and I wonder, did we really push for God’s best, or did we settle for the one that looks a little better than us, can be manipulated to worse depravity than we think ourselves capable of if we so wish, the one with most aesthetically appealing external qualities, and then take the lead in calling in the lynch mob when they seem to disappoint us at some point during their endeavors?

Let’s be honest with ourselves, we have now, the leadership that we chose and have sustained. We know their limitations, and have not often sought to build their capacity, but have weighed them down, with our scathing criticisms even when we have no idea why we do so, or what we ourselves truly want. Have we sought the Heart of God for our Nation? Have we heard His vision for our Nation? Have we sought Him for the team that would best work that vision into reality from the chaos we now are in? Have we sought Him, for who would lead this visionary team or do we simply decide and then try to manipulate His will into making things more comfortable for us? Do we really want our nation becoming, at the closest opportunity, what God had in mind, when He created it? Dear God, Do You have other sons and daughters aside from these in the room?

Shalom

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