“Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails” – Proverbs 19:21
That 1st part of the above verse has been on my mind since January. Indeed many were the plans in my heart but…. When the year began all I had in mind was to take out a few days of my annual leave, take a holiday and come back to work well rested, with renewed energy to take on the year at work.
Two weeks into the new year everything seemed to be going according to plan. My plan. In fact when one of my Aunts fell sick it didn’t seem like it would interfere with my plans. Of course I was worried about her, I prayed for her and hoped she would get well but the plans in my heart continued without a pause, accommodation was booked, tickets bought and all other preparations. Then a few days after she was taken ill, the dreaded phone call came, the kind that you hope and pray won’t come. Aunt Lilian had passed on.
I hit the stop button on my plans for that day. Travel arrangements to an unplanned destination took over, alongside finishing the day’s work assignments, a dash to have the car serviced for the long journey etc In that craziness it hits me that I have never had to ‘keep right’ on the road before, I push it out of your mind. I mean how hard can it be right? All I have to do is stay on the ‘wrong’ side of the yellow line(s) and we will all be fine. It wasn’t as easy as I thought, the junctions and roundabouts are a trick!!
That Thursday evening as the sun was setting, bathing the beautiful city of Kigali in its warm orange light we laid her to rest. Such a pun. We sat in a tent on that quiet hill at Rusororo, we watched the coffin go down into the ground and listened to her friends/fellowship group say a prayer over her and say to God “akyira umugabekazi wawe”. *sigh* I looked at the sunset it was beautiful but I didn’t take a picture. I was trying to remember what I had been doing at that exact time the Thursday before and wondering where I would be the next Thursday. I couldn’t remember and I didn’t know .
I looked over at my Grandma and wondered what was going through her mind as she buried her 4th child. She sat with her back straight as if refusing to be bowed by death. Her face was unreadable. I looked at the cemetery workers in their green uniforms, they sat in the distance chatting, just another day at the office. I looked over in the direction of the city and I knew that life hadn’t stopped. People were out there living their plans, others catching up with theirs. This race doesn’t stop until one’s time is up.
In the true spirit of life and how it never stops, we had to leave the next day because a cousin was getting married that Saturday. The lows and highs of life had chosen to squeeze themselves in back to back for us. It was an emotional rollercoaster for everybody. While we were still mourning, life was telling us to celebrate something else. We had to.
Like life would have it, the next Thursday found me roaming the flat vastness that is South Eastern Kenya admiring the open plains, the zebra and elephant herds of Tsavo National park and eventually ending up at the coast. That day’s sunset was beautiful too, it’s light bouncing off the Indian ocean but I didn’t take a picture either, I was sitting at the beach without any gadgets, looking at and listening to the waves, thinking about where I had been the Thursday before. This time I knew exactly where I had been. Same sun, 2 sunsets, worlds apart.
It’s been a interesting mix for me this early in the year. I have said goodbye to a few people and things, not in exactly the same way but goodbyes nonetheless. I have already celebrated a few people and things. And my 1st lesson/reminder of this year is to commit my every plan to the one who holds my life in his hand because ultimately, Proverbs 19:21