"Lord, High and Holy, Meek and Lowly,
Thou has brought me to the valley of vision,
where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.

Let me learn by paradox
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,
and the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars shine;

Let me find thy light in my darkness,
thy life in my death,
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty,
thy glory in my valley."

taken from
The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions.

So I bought a ticket the other night for Nairobi. One way.  No I do I have a return date. I will be flying out of Atlanta the 16th of April and returning the 25th of April. I'm pretty excited about this trip.

So many words to speak, but they fall on deaf ears. Often it's my own deaf ears and blind eyes that miss the meaning. No power to what I say. No point. Maybe it's just a gamble, or a play for position. Where's the focus? Are my eyes blinded cause I am looking at the wrong thing? Are my ears deaf because I hear the voices all around and I shut out the One that can speak peace to my life?

There are still many tears I need to cry.