Displaced Love

Ummm...yeah.  So obviously life happens fast after you have that tiny bundle of love.  I have jumped from Aiden being 6 months old to almost celebrating his 6th birthday in May.  Whoops!  Haha! To try and catch up on this blog would be quite ridiculous and honestly no one wants to read that much about the crazy life of Charlotte.  This blog has now taken on a whole new purpose for me anyway.  (Not that I don't love posting all the crazy antics and pictures of my child! He is a HOOT!)


I titled this blog "Displaced Love" because that is exactly what I feel.  A love that doesn't know it's place and purpose yet.  It all started in November when my Reckon group (small group of ladies I do life and Bible study with) met to discuss a lesson on service.  The lesson was so powerful and full of raw, emotional stories of women from my church who felt the call for international missions.  The night of our Reckon meeting, I was completely knocked off kilter  overwhelmed by this burden, heart pull, love for the people of Kenya.  Up until that moment, Kenya had always been Eric's thing.  He had taken a trip to Kenya two years prior to construct churches for the Masai people of Narok.  He was also preparing to leave for Kenya again in February (just last month).  Kenya was his missionary ground.  Not mine.  However, there was this unexplained love that completely washed over me for a country I've never been to and a people group that I've never met.  

The entire time Eric was in Kenya this past month, I did not wish for him to be home.  I longed to be there with him-- in the tin roofed school with the smiling, bright eyed children.  Every picture and video multiplied that feeling every day.  What do you do with a love like that? Where does it lead? Why is it there to start with? These are all the questions I ask myself when I  wake up thinking of Kenya and go to bed thinking of Kenya.  When Eric came back, he brought with him the name and picture of a precious Masai child named Musa that we have the honor of sponsoring through Compassion International. Maybe this love is for him now that we are literally invested in Kenya. If God has placed Kenya on my heart for the sole purpose of us praying daily for sweet Musa and his community, then so be it.  It is well with my soul.  For some strange reason though, I feel like it is bigger than that.  I have heard of displaced anger. But is there such as thing as displaced love?