Those are all luxuries that I have now that I'm back in the States. But spending a month in Kenya, I'd grown comfortable with showers that you never know if they'll be hot or cold. Bumpy, dust filled car rides. Muddy sink water that you can't drink from. Feet and clothes that are constantly covered with dirt. Discovering the beauty of a microwave and random foods you can cook in it...like eggs. Being woken up every morning at 7am by screeching birds and 40 beautiful kids getting ready for school, followed by lots and lots of coffee. Rooms filled with moths, occasional spiders in showers and fruit flies for days.
Because with all of that also comes...
Quiet times in swings over looking the mountains and never ending green fields and gardens.
Walks along the dusty roads to nearby fruit stands.
Packed car rides on bumpy roads.
Traffic jams caused by cows and sheep crossing.
Skies that go on for miles and bright shining stars.
Grasshopper hunting.
Slow paced living.
Laughing as every Kenyan around stares at you like you're a celebrity because you are white.
Chapati and samosas.
Tiny bedrooms that make for great bonding with Abby.
Trying to speak Swahili and then being laughed it for your accent.
90's slow jams our driver Peter loved jamming to.
And loving on 40 of the most precious children in the world that bring so much joy to my life.
There's something about it. Jesus is so present there. Joy and hope overflow from the kids. It's nice being home, but not a day will go by where I won't think about Kenya and pray and wait until the day I get to return.
"So, being affectionately desirous of you, we were ready to share with you not only the gospel of God but also our own selves, because you had become very dear to us." 1 Thessalonians 2:8
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