Home Bittersweet Home

Well, I am home now.  Still a little tired, but it was a relatively non-eventful journey (which was nice).  It's bittersweet because I miss the children and I miss the lifestyle in Kenya.  Sometimes my "American brain" gets frustrated with their laid back attitudes and the way Kenyans think about things, but I love how different it is there.  No TV, no "keeping up with the Joneses", no real hurry to be anyplace...it is so simple and refreshing.  There are many things that make me sad about Kenya: the poverty, the glue boys, the little half naked children standing in the streets, the children left by their families at places like the Virginia Home, etc. etc., but I feel calm there.  I feel at peace.

Here are a few random photos of some of the children I'll be blogging about over the next few weeks. Their little faces all have a story to tell, and I hope to be able to tell you a part of their story.

Paul

Mercy

Andrew

Dancan (Mercy's brother)

Stephen and Abraham (brothers)

Brighton (a new friend I met this time) and Nehemiah

There are many many more, and since I love to talk about Kenya, I hope to tell them all.  Although it's overwhelming at times, I do know my efforts are making a difference in some of their lives.  There is still so much more I want to do.  So much more.  I am thankful for so many wonderful family and friends who share in my joy and passion of Kenya through their time, money and prayers.

One last photo I have to include is of my friend Kim.  Her first (and hopefully not last) trip to Kenya was life changing.  She dove in head first and made a true impact on the kids and I think the expression on her face says they had a true impact on her as well.

Pray for my son Harrison who is still in Kenya this week.  While he won't be visiting the children, he will be visiting with some college students.