Over the last couple of weeks I have traveled a whole lot, through North America and East Africa. I love the diversity and the thrill of visiting new places. It has been intensely busy on my end, but I am grateful that I can wake up everyday, and step out boldly in pursuit of my dreams. So I decided that since I am living life on the fast lane, shuffling between airports, claiming luggage, barely getting over my jet-lag, I would encourage you through my travels. On one chilly morning as I had my coffee fix at Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, I wrote you a letter:
Dear Traveler,
I am on transit, in Amsterdam, I can hardly wait to get home. It's been a great couple of days globe-trotting, but you know what they say- there's no place like home. Home...that word is music to my ears. It brings with it a sense of rest and a place to belong. I see people from all walks of life around me, different ethnicities, all on the move, some headed home, others on vacation, others on business trips...their reasons for travelling vary, but they are all travelers nonetheless.
What was that my mom always said about being travelers...pilgrims here on earth? And earth being our temporary abode? heaven being our home? Yet many times I find that I forget where I'm going. It is quite disastrous for a passenger to be on transit, and not know where they are going.
Thankfully each one has a boarding pass that gives details on where they should be, and at what time...but still as I journey on I see lots of passengers in distress. Some miss their flights because they get to the airport late, others get distracted by all the Duty Free shops and lose track of time, whilst others walk around in oblivion...dazzled, lost, and not having the courage or perhaps humility to stop and ask for help.
For the while that God has placed me here, I want to live with intention and purpose, in order to leave a legacy for those that will come after me. But I also want to keep 'home' in mind. Having no fear of death- living with eternity in mind. I must admit that only a few months ago the thought of death terrified me. But after my dad's transition, I have come to the realization that death is inevitable for each one of us, none is exempt. I know my destination, and the Word of God is the boarding pass that contains eveything I need to keep on pressing forward.
Stay focused. Remain on course. Keep moving...you're on transit. Remember your purpose, losing it is detrimental to your passion. Keep pressing forward, making no apologies for your dreams. If by chance you lose your way, stop and ask. Don't allow pride to hinder you from reconnecting. Happy travelling dear travellers!
From my heart to yours,
Kambua M.
