I was raised up in the tropical highlands of Central Kenya in my earlier years, before gravitating to the Capital for a life that involved study and work.
My first encounter with the Sisters of Mercy was through an invitation to attend their monthly prayer meetings for anyone who felt an inkling to religious life; I was a student at a tertiary institution at the time. I cherished these once-a-month days since I got to interact with persons who were experiencing the same things I was, in terms of gathering for prayer and wanting to live a life dedicated to God’s service, yet it did not matter in which way I would be serving Him. We learned new songs and would have various assignments from the scriptures, which helped me to study the word of God. There was a shift from the life in campus.
I have been serving at the Mercy hospital in the billing department where I and a few others not only ensure that the hospital is reimbursed for services rendered but to also persuade those not in a hurry to honour their obligations to ensure the hospital stays afloat. The task is sometimes quite humbling, especially when dealing with those unwilling to cooperate. Sometimes the compassionate side tends towards leniency, which can be taken advantage of. All in all, I tend to lean towards Mercy and Justice when I get to the crossroads.
Lately, I have been working on crosswords, puzzles and Sudoku to wind down although I long to knit and crotchet, but time does not allow. I enjoy many types of genres of music, particularly because there are all kinds of music for different occasions. I noted that the song that I listen to early in the morning; sacred or secular, is what keeps popping during the rest of the day at a time when I am least occupied and therefore, I note how important it is that the music be meaningful.