Today, I walked down a slippery, stinky path in the largest slum in Kenya.
I recognized the thick fumes that filled the air.
I smelled the raw sewage long before I saw it.
I stepped on the same sewage-filled road that I have visited for nearly 8 years now.
It was familiar.
And that made me uneasy.
I recognized the world’s normal.
But I don’t ever want to get used to it.
I don’t want to be okay with suffering. I don’t want to be okay with pain. I don’t want poverty to be okay.
And the only way I know how to keep it real is by letting myself feel the weight of opportunity–their lack of it and my abundance and the unlikely joining of both.
This is the first time I’ve had the Mercy House staff has come along with me to Kenya–walking roads and taking in smells and meeting people who aren’t familiar. It will be a week of seeing normal for the first time again.
We visited a few of the mothers of the teen moms who now live at our maternity homes. When we walked into Irene’s house, it was dark and sad. She makes around $40 a month at her full time job, changing diapers of handicapped students and pays $25 of it to rent her tiny home.
But even in the smallest, most oppressive places, you can’t shut out hope.
I saw it.
A glimmer of hope.
God, I don’t ever want to get used to seeing this.
This week, follow along as we tell stories of hope and how God is using Mercy House to bring love through maternal healthcare and dignity through job creation in Kenya. One of our goals this week is to invite you to be a part of spreading hope by filling the 120 Earring of the Month openings we have right now. Help us, help them.