Our Amazing "Mungu" (God)

-Somehow this didn't get posted, and I didn't realize it until now-

So, yesterday (Tuesday) we went a funeral. It was quite an experience. Dr. Shaw preached a short sermon, but the funeral all-in-all was quite a process. It was all outside and it was misty raining (we haven't seen the sun since. . .Thursday, I think). After the first part of funeral we all sort of paraded (as many sang in Kikuyu--the main tribe in this area) over to the actual burying. (There were four funerals/burials yesterday, so Kevin made a joke: "first come first buried," maybe not tasteful, but funny.) Anyhow, when they were doing the actual burying (Micah, Kevin, and Humphrey all got to take part in that) the widow was standing right in front of Dr. Shaw and I. Dr. Shaw, "Have you consoled the widow?"
"Uh. . .no?"
*insistent Dr. Shaw stare*
"I really don't have anything to say."
*insistent Dr. Shaw stare*
"What would I say?"
*insistent Dr. Shaw stare*
"Ok, then."
*off to "console the widow"*
(Kevin will translate.)
I went to her, and the words just flowed. I didn't say much, just talked for a bit (it helps when things are translated, gives you time to think). (I don't know her at all, we've never met.) But God really provided the words--this is a RARE occasion, I never feel I have the words to say, no matter how I beg God to give them to me. I was (and still am) SO excited! It was probably my biggest fear, being asked to "counsel" and not knowing much more to do than smile. God is so good.