Kenya, there are too many words to describe you. I love you and i've decided that i'll be back... probably sooner than later. On the way back home, I had a quick chat with a guy on the plane about where I had been and what I was doing. He said "wow, I bet that was tough". Well, tough isn't the first word I would use to describe my time in Nairobi. Not even close to first. The first word I could think of was beauty. Beauty in the midst of brokenness. Hope in the midst of unbelievable poverty.
The kids. My beautiful Kenya babies. I will never forget the joy, never ever ever. To be among those beautiful kids and to be able to dance with them. To hear the way that they lifted God's name high. My favorite was when they sang a song called "I am not forgotten". Amazing to see them clap and sing with joy how God has not forgotten them. I have no words for how thankful I am to have been able to meet these beautiful people.
Day 5 (my birthday) :)
These are my kids! Meet Lucy, Michael, and Nichole. My beautiful babies. I'll be sponsoring their schooling until they are 18. I cannot wait to see how God uses them.