God is changing me.
God is changing me.
One of the most unexpected and amazing parts of my trip to Africa was learning just how important a sponsor letter is to a child.Every Compassion child I met had reread the letters from their sponsors until they were nearly memorized. The letters were prized-possessions.If you're a new sponsor, you will receive a packet with a little bit of information about your child, like the one I received right before I left for Africa:(Ephantus in Kenya)While in Kenya, I met a boy named Anthony, a recent ... Read More
I don't know who I am.It's a startling realization to not recognize yourself: My own voice sounds hollow. My eyes hold a distant stare, remembering all I've seen in Africa this past week. My thoughts keep me awake at night.Just days after I returned, I found my husband carefully watching me. "I don't feel like I know you," he said softly, beckoning."I don't feel like I know me either," I said. And I cried.I feel more than guilt for such an easy life, accessible food, clean water and abundance. I ... Read More
My duffle bag is packed, waiting by the hotel door.In just a few hours, I'll be leaving Kenya, flying thru the night to Amsterdam.We had a debriefing meeting with the Compassion blog team last night and we cried as we started decompressing and processing all that we've seen.Our leader, Shaun Groves, told us a story about a man named Everett Swanson. In the 1950's, he was visiting a friend in Korea immediately after the Korean war. There were thousands and thousands of orphans left without ... Read More
Maureen grew up in a one room shack with dirt floors and one family bed for six people. The poorest of the poor. Breakfast and lunch were a luxury and dinner usually consisted of porridge without sugar. She didn't know what it felt like for her stomach not to rumble. Once after going several days without food, she and her sister decided to go look for some in their Nairobi slum. They found rotten vegetables and rotten fruit and thanked God for it. "I was around 6 years old. It was a ... Read More
Armed guards (or bouncers, as Kenyans call them) walked us down a descending, muddy trail into Mathare Valley, one of Kenya's largest slums, where 800,000 people live in an approximate two mile area. Bile rose up in the back of my throat as my senses were overwhelmed with raw sewage and the smell of depraved humanity. Silent tears streaked my face as we walked tightly in a group at a fast pace. We were told to "get in the project and get out" as quickly as possible. No cameras ... Read More
They said her village was too far away. Too remote to travel to Nairobi to meet me at the city amusement park. But by some miracle and communication error, she came. Makena, one of our family's sponsored children, traveled with a Compassion social worker by motor bike for two hours, bus for an hour, and finally by car to join our newly sponsored boy, Ephantus. They came to meet their sponsor. Me. It was a double blessing. Makena, 7, experienced one hundred firsts today, including ... Read More
Today we traveled far outside the city limits to visit the Maasai people, a nomadic tribe indigenous to Kenya. More than three hundred women and children met us at the road and walked us into the Compassion project.The Maasai tribe is known worldwide for maintaining their strict cultural and ritual traditions and resisting modern ways. For centuries, women, especially have suffered in their male dominated world. Polygamy is very common, with men having 3 or 4 wives and dozens of children."Female ... Read More