Thank you for reading along these two weeks. I’ve been caught off guard by the number of people following along. Thank you for putting up with the time difference, the unreliable connection, and the mistakes I made trying to post from my phone.
All told, we saw 104 people come to the Lord for the first time!
We spent our final day in Kenya dealing with car troubles and so hung around the hotel instead of going to our final scheduled school. This worked out okay, though, as most of us were pretty tired and one or two of us was feeling under the weather. We enjoyed a day of rest and got packed up for home.
We spent the day yesterday shopping, etc. in Nairobi before heading to the airport to wait on an 11pm flight. Currently, I am sitting in London’s Heathrow Airport waiting for our last flight home to Houston. I gotta say I miss my husband and babies and I’m ready for my own bed.
What can I say about my time in Kenya? Well, I suppose I’ve said it all in these blog posts. I don’t know if I can say that it’s changed me or changed my worldview. But it has definitely reminded me of God’s deep love for all peoples, even those that rarely cross my insulated American radar. I have seen, and smelled, and even tasted things television cannot fully communicate, if indeed we stay on those channels long enough to watch. It’s real. It’s present. It’s my problem. It’s your problem. God’s love can span an ocean, a continent, a world. I pray I remember this. I pray you remember this.
Before closing out I have to give a shout out to my amazing team.
These two men led us well. Blake gave directions, corralled us as needed, laid out expectations, and showed us love in action. Buddy has been my walking Kenya encyclopedia. He loves this land and these people deeply and much of the information I’ve been able to share with you has come from him. They led with knowledge, confidence, laughter, and compassion. And they were protectors in some uncomfortable situations, intimidating enough to have no need of the proverbial Big Stick.
These four crazies won my heart. They love the Lord so truly and brought such laughter, silliness, and joy to our time in Kenya. They were amazing with the children, which was so important considering we spent the bulk of our time and energies ministering to young ones. They also spoke boldly and confidently when called upon to do so. I was proud to have them with us. They were truly the life our team.
Then there’s this young man, my amazing son, Michael.
To say I am proud of him is such an understatement. He gave this trip his all. And he allowed God to change his heart forever. He handled himself with such maturity and grace. He looked out for his mom. He jumped in to help solve problems. He engaged not only the children, but made fast friends with everyone whose path he crossed and showed love and generosity every chance he got. I know him in a way I didn’t before and my heart is incredibly full for the knowledge. He might only be 12, but he’s God’s man all the way.
Praise God for His wonderful works!