tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2272024107549986402024-02-18T21:20:05.266-06:00Huffmans In KenyaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.comBlogger623125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-47111150029872641482016-10-29T12:24:00.002-05:002016-10-29T14:38:48.144-05:00An invitation in the Desert<br />
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I just lost count of how many times I've written a full page of words this week and deleted every-single-bit-of-it. Oh writers block -- you are NO FUN. But it was good to dump out some words to get to the ones needed to fill this space. <br />
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The last words I filled on this page were all about lessons God is teaching me in "seasons". Such as this desert season I've been in this past year, hence the picture of the desert above. But then I read this quote:<br />
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"I used to think "seasons" were about God teaching me lessons. Now I realise each "season" is a loving invitation from my Father to dive deeper into His heart of goodness". <br />
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Yeah... I hear Jesus whisper to my heart so massively in that statement. So again, it was a "select all and DELETE". Take a deep breath. Go for a run. And start over. <br />
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It is all about the motive behind what we say, what we write, what we do and how we love. So if I type to just fill up blank spaces and not to share from God's heart, it is just more words. And we know this world is full of enough meaningless words. In this desert season, I have found some great joy in learning to do life a better way. Again. And I'll probably be back to this place again and again and again until I step into Heaven. I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THAT DAY. Just sayin'. <br />
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So I tried to write up lessons learned when now I'll share more of what God invited us into as we have trekked through what has felt like a desert. This will be the intro and I hope to keep sharing. But no promises :). <br />
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When you think of a desert, usually the first thing that comes to mind is the heat and being thirsty. There's water in the desert, it just has to be tapped into and found. It isn't easy, but oh, it is there. Did you know... Turkana has one of the largest aquifers underneath it? It is possible that if tapped into, it could serve the entirety of Kenya for 70 years. And yet so many people are sick and dying from the lack of water, especially good clean water. But there it is, waiting under the surface, below the ground their feet are walking on. <br />
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Which can be such a picture of the life we are called to by God. We go through times where it feels like everything is dried up, where His presence isn't felt and we are just flat out weary and tired. But if we would choose to trust God, and push past the surface of what it appears to be, there's a whole resource of living water found below. That's the key, not trust what appears to be but trust what GOD says. What God promises. In the fast paced culture we live in, we want the promise land without the pruning (and that often comes in those desert seasons). It is in those seasons of the desert where we have a choice. Because thank goodness, God did not create us to be robots. He gave us a mind and will and wants us to choose His ways. But we get to choose. He is not a controlling God, He is GOOD and loves us big. <br />
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So we can choose... will we sit back and let the weariness and heaviness hold us down in hopes that eventually this will pass? Will we choose to make excuses and grumble our way through it? And I've read and heard the story several times of the Israelites wandering in the desert for 40 years because of their lack of trust in God. They grumbled and were destroyed for it. It is always a huge red flag when I realise the amount of grumbling, self-pity and negativity that is going through my thoughts and then even worse, out my mouth. Watch out. Those are indicators that we are not trusting God, our faith is weak and we need to be hittin the floor to our knees, asking for His grace to give us faith to believe the best. That greater things are ahead, He has not left us and His promises are truth. In 1 Corinthians 10 it shares about the Israelites that went through the wilderness long ago and how we can learn from them. The first thing I noticed was in verse 3-5, they were all drinking of the same spiritual food and water which was Christ yet God was not pleased with most of them and eventually they were scattered. It is a scary thing that we can all be experiencing miracles and are believers and yet God is not be pleased with some... because He looks at the heart. They were having a good ol time, celebrating, desiring evil things, idols, living as though all would be fine since here they are drinking of God's spiritual water and food. And yet God was not happy. Oh no, not at all. And then some put Christ to the test and as a result, died from snakebites. Then they grumbled and complained and they were destroyed by an angel of death. <br />
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Verse 11 says "these things happened to them as an example to us." <br />
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So, TAKE NOTE is what a huge banner says going through my head as I read through these words.<br />
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Verse 12 "If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall. The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptations to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so you can endure." Oh, I hope you can hear the heart of the Lord in this and that it is not to point fingers at our weaknesses but an invitation from God himself to have hope, to believe He is faithful and how He will give us a way out so that -- we can endure. I find that a lot of ways I'm tempted is not in the big evil sins but more of the subtle ways... the things I know I should do, ways I should be obedient, the things He is calling me to speak up about. And not to retreat. And lets not forget about those sins of getting tired and grumbling. Yikes, how easy the negative thoughts creep in if we aren't aware.<br />
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"So let's not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing IF we don't give up" Galatians 6:9<br />
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I should get that tattooed on my forehead. <br />
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So back to that whole comparison of how there is a massive amount of water just waiting below the surface in the Turkana desert while many on the surface are hurting due to the lack of water. <br />
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Isaiah 45:3<br />
"I will give you treasures hidden in darkness -- secret riches. I will do this so you may know I am the Lord, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name. <br />
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1 Corinthians 2:10-12<br />
But it was to us that God revealed these things by his Spirit. For his Spirit searches out everything and shows us God's deep secrets. 11 No one can know a person's thoughts except that person's own spirit, and no one can know God's thoughts except God's own Spirit. 12 And we have received God's Spirit, so we can know the wonderful things God has freely given us. (and I would so encourage to go read all of chapter 2 and how we have been given the mind of Christ to understand the ways and mysteries of God)<br />
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And this is what I can so feel an invitation from sweet Jesus to know... that if we would press into His truth -- His Word -- in the midst of the desert.... WOW.... a fountain of living water will spring up and the thirst we have will be satisfied. And we will find contentment. And this invitation to actually KNOW God and know His thoughts and his mysteries that are hidden below the surface? It is an invite to ALL. Not just the spiritual elite or some big theologian. It is for us all that have chosen to follow Jesus. <br />
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I'll be honest, I used to have such a hard time reading my bible everyday. I would for a few weeks then fall off the train. Then would for a couple months and get in another rut. Yep, I was a missionary and not reading my bible everyday. I have to chuckle a bit at the guilt I allowed over it. Scripture has always been of HUGE importance and I have always loved it but it wasn't vital to my everyday living like it should be. And then God, in His goodness and patience, renewed my mind when it came to reading his Holy Words. Back in April as we sat on the beautiful coast of Kenya (a desert with water, ha) ... God spoke through a friend. It wasn't a "check list" kind of way. But just a better way of living. The Word is life and it is alive. And rather than feeling the need to check off so many chapters a day (which does help for some and not speaking against that) but it was such a sweet invitation from God to read what He wants to speak to my heart every morning. Not a religious act. But more of a "hey, i've given you all you need in this book.... to know you are loved, empowered, who you are, what you are called to and how to navigate through every situation you will EVER face on the earth." And because I chose to hear God's motive behind why we should be diving into the Word everyday, a shift happened.<br />
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Because if we are submitted to Holy Spirit, if we have been given the mind of Christ by His Spirit, then surely we should be submitted to God's written Word. According to 1 Timothy 3:16, the Word was written by Holy Spirit and breathed on by God. <br />
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I have found, once again. That the invitation in the midst of desert seasons is to a love encounter with Jesus himself. He doesn't allow the testings and hardships to come because He wants us to suffer. I mean, sure, he warned us in His Holy Words there would be sufferings. We live in a fallen world. But I believe it is through those hard times that we have an opportunity to know His love in deeper ways. In the desert, we get to choose to tap into the hard grounds or even bust through the walls we've put up from the pain in our past and let the flood gates of His love rush into our hearts. And I am so incredibly thankful for the hard times that give us a choice to lean on our Beloved. Not mans opinions, not on emotions (thats a biggy), not on chocolate and coffee (although soulcare is important), not on what I see or not even on our bank account. But we get to choose to lean on our Beloved as we come out of a wilderness. <br />
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"Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved?" Song of Songs 8:5<br />
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The time and space between the last post to this is .... well .... possibly long. But needed as we have been taking a break from an intense but good and busy summer. </div>
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A quick update on the last post I shared on here about our oldest children at Mattaw. The students that YOU helped us send to the convention for competitions. They -- were -- AMAZING. And that is an understatement. They went against schools from around Kenya and other countries such as Tanzania and Uganda. There were some tough competitions but they WON several of their events! Soccer, volley, checkers and track events and the Praise and Worship team just to name a few. We are so proud of them for all the hard work and training they put into each event. They did their best and I think surprised themselves with what God could do through them. We are working on giving the Mattaw website a makeover and will share details on there SOON! We hope :).</div>
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And somehow... in the midst of all this time that keeps going by ... my once so little littles aren't so little anymore....</div>
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This last month, we also took a trip up to Turkana to visit our families and continued teaching and equipping leaders in the churches we partner with. It was God's sweet and perfect timing to have visited our families to take them supplies and pray for them.</div>
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We would LOVE to share more with you and be more consistent in the sharing of what is happening around the Huffman family, Mattaw Children's Village, Turkana and more. So we figured it is about time we start a monthly newsletter! It is possible we already have you on our email distribution list but if not, you can sign up by emailing us your email! kimberly@mattawchildren.com<br />
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This will be a much more reliable way to keep up with our family and ministry in Africa so we hope you'll sign up!<br />
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After finishing up a full couple of months.... I have a bit to share :). But it's going to take another week or two to finish up the post I'm writing to share of how full and wonderful all our teams have been. And we still have one team left, coming next week! My bestie is leading it so I might be a tad E-X-C-I-T-E-D. <br />
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It has been a beautiful summer full of testimonies of Jesus. The Mattaw Children have been blessed, to say the least. So we truly are thankful for every person that came and poured out love. Pictures and testimonies to come. I promise :).<br />
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While teams have come and gone, the children were able to continue in their routine of school and life. If you haven't heard yet, we have an organisation we partner with called Joshua Blueprint. They are currently in the second year of teaching and training our older children in vocals, instruments, drama and dance. It's been beautiful to see God use these classes to awaken the arts in our children and to see such deep healing come to their hearts through it. Our children have so many talents that Joshua Blueprint has been able to discover. Some children, once traumatised, broken and feeling they have nothing to give, are being transformed and becoming confident in knowing God has deposited gifts in them that the world needs. It's been life changing for many. <br />
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In our school, we are now in the fourth year of using a new curriculum called Accelerated Christian Education. We've also seen God use this curriculum to transform children in their thinking. Many come to us with little to no education and this system has helped them to catch up. It is still a work in progress but progress is made daily. We love that this curriculum teaches critical thinking and also has God's word woven throughout it. It also helps to build character that pleases God. There are life-lessons given that set our children up to be successful adults. <br />
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In using this curriculum, there have been challenges that have come with it. One is that our children are not in any local sports or academic competitions that the public schools have. Thankfully, we receive our curriculum from a base in Nairobi. This is an International curriculum and has students graduating from it that are able to attend Universities around the world. We are thankful that the base here in Kenya holds national competitions every year for schools around Kenya that use A.C.E. They call it the ACE Convention. This year, we took a leap of faith and have registered our students in this. They are BEYOND excited to be a part of this. They have been practising diligently on a daily bases. There will be events such as bible drills, sporting events, essay writing, drama, dance, music and spelling bee's (to name a few) . The timing is perfect to see how what our students have learned from Joshua Blueprint classes will highly impact how our students do in these events. We are able to register 20 of our students in these competitions. <br />
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But it isn't cheap. And we know the price it costs is nothing compared to how much of an impact it'll make in our students. <br />
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So we share this to ask that you pray as they prepare. We also ask that you consider giving towards them going. The dates are August 22-26 and it is held in Nairobi (the capital of Kenya). The cost to register each student (which includes cost for food and lodging) is a total of $2,000. We were a bit hesitant to do this as it is costly but like I shared, we realised what a great need this is for our students and how much value it will be in their life for years to come. Any amount you can give towards this will be so appreciated and helpful. You can go to the Mattaw Children website, click the donate tab at the top and give through paypal. Just please specify in the memo that it is for "Convention for Mattaw Students". www.mattawchildren.com<br />
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If you've made it through this entire post, thank you! Thank you for continuing to stay connected to all God continues to do in our midst. Much love to all those that follow, support, love and pray for our Mattaw family. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-15833812794099240182016-05-26T05:03:00.001-05:002016-05-26T10:37:51.643-05:00Rest and Race.<h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;">After a week of this...</h3><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvT_c7V3kRJ1TAbwDnhhRnbz8lGCvf33XKWbjGQRQ3fFBDpBIsOzLnQUaVZyKBhBc3TlHNq3lCqbleOGqedL6Q-I9aDWdOeriIy-LoBHeLrsz-YIQraFY3fAQo1tVDt_SEgnsQN6H9oA/s640/blogger-image--1476483903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvT_c7V3kRJ1TAbwDnhhRnbz8lGCvf33XKWbjGQRQ3fFBDpBIsOzLnQUaVZyKBhBc3TlHNq3lCqbleOGqedL6Q-I9aDWdOeriIy-LoBHeLrsz-YIQraFY3fAQo1tVDt_SEgnsQN6H9oA/s640/blogger-image--1476483903.jpg"></a></div></div><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: 17px;">We </span>are back to fully adulting again. </h3><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">And as much as I love life by the sea and getting our hearts full and overflowing again, we are thrilled to be back with our Mattaw family. </span></h3><div><br></div><div>Last week we were so thankful to get some much needed rest physically. Which often means our soul (and hearts) get that much needed restoration too. That is, if we choose to. And thankfully we did. We were oh so blessed with friends to go with. It was a gift for sure.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Dvscojy_QHV9VcmSywjRj_9AgnxiJnX-Tjjrkdnfnn5b4akdqHnwzLIzr98LmLHzGzKuhat9drpY7zxqC4qboiraSoz3Lqy9Tj5vsjSp35zWkCC2nXnv03TFHi1V_VNN0vormXkTpsk/s640/blogger-image-480023114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Dvscojy_QHV9VcmSywjRj_9AgnxiJnX-Tjjrkdnfnn5b4akdqHnwzLIzr98LmLHzGzKuhat9drpY7zxqC4qboiraSoz3Lqy9Tj5vsjSp35zWkCC2nXnv03TFHi1V_VNN0vormXkTpsk/s640/blogger-image-480023114.jpg"></a></div></div><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: 17px;">It's hard to believe that 11 years ago I set sail (or took off on a plane) and moved here to Kenya. I've learned a lot of what not to do and thankfully, by Gods grace and wisdom, have also learned a few things of what would be wise to do. But I'll save that novel for another post. The short of it is that one thing I've learned is the value of rest. We can become so focused on the overwhelming needs and run ourself into the ground as we forget to rest in the One who supplies for our every need. We measure ourself by the fruit of our lives instead of the time spent abiding in the arms of the one that causes fruit to come out of our life.</span></h3><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div>Quoting one of our friends that we vacationed with, she reminded me this morning...</div><div>"Ti<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">mes of sweet rest and renewing must be temporary -- but they are deeply needed and important. Whispers of Heaven's goodness refresh our earthbound journey. </span></div><div>And fully adulting after refreshment produces so so much more than worn out workers can deliver. So thankful for our Jesus teaching/showing us this."</div><div><br></div><div>There's that tension of getting back to routine and focusing on what God puts in front of us to do next. <b><i>Staying the course. </i></b>Which made me think of all our American friends and how you might be transitioning from a season of a busy school schedule to summer. Perhaps a goal to set as you start your summer of rest is just what is needed. And maybe you have a little extra time to be a voice for the voiceless. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq59PpchyphenhyphenPvY20mQ3SMBnX7bv-zpzztZ6uzFLpj3J3CFmh1k5brUXicAgb8j19KhCVkPd5NLIbgJtsH3Swz7CQVAcaAPw0PYCMHP8zjEXhJWGPHUyv0GSSbJHkoi2B2ERH7ZWrnSTgbmo/s640/blogger-image--1126370406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq59PpchyphenhyphenPvY20mQ3SMBnX7bv-zpzztZ6uzFLpj3J3CFmh1k5brUXicAgb8j19KhCVkPd5NLIbgJtsH3Swz7CQVAcaAPw0PYCMHP8zjEXhJWGPHUyv0GSSbJHkoi2B2ERH7ZWrnSTgbmo/s640/blogger-image--1126370406.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This is the 3rd year our (heart) family back stateside is putting on a race event to fundraise funds for the Mattaw Children.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><br></div><div>Our greatest need at Mattaw is sponsorship for the children. The proceeds will help cover the monthly needs that are not currently met. At Mattaw, we aim to provide the best food diet, schooling, medical care and a family environment for the children to be raised in. And it's no cheap task. </div><div><br></div><div>But there's no price too high to see God rescue the orphaned and raise them in a healthy family as sons and daughters. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNXkGzcZGkHw6DOOVq3EFFVOCfsGxADcwdCTK2BLWhjHoA03UMU_LNPBfUzmyIcZ7yfuGN4MlP-lmkElP-0W7w0AkOzwkBpH2ijQ7viAX9LUJP1xYrjdZptFvQDSyrdcenckuOFNRMbE/s640/blogger-image-1011274061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNXkGzcZGkHw6DOOVq3EFFVOCfsGxADcwdCTK2BLWhjHoA03UMU_LNPBfUzmyIcZ7yfuGN4MlP-lmkElP-0W7w0AkOzwkBpH2ijQ7viAX9LUJP1xYrjdZptFvQDSyrdcenckuOFNRMbE/s640/blogger-image-1011274061.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>There's no price on what it takes to see them rescued from destruction. There's no price too high to see them given back a childhood they were robbed of.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9gX7HXjsG2prdsTQZ_Vv8ROR4nWbTlbE7horIKZHy7G9Ee1f-GGlXsIDruyCiz45WJOMmVjwMK0VGnHgKvqbzi67vEaUMERZ3dD_XyARqxTteFgWC6tMQn164kMMMpevHBCbPX-VrHA/s640/blogger-image-654541585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9gX7HXjsG2prdsTQZ_Vv8ROR4nWbTlbE7horIKZHy7G9Ee1f-GGlXsIDruyCiz45WJOMmVjwMK0VGnHgKvqbzi67vEaUMERZ3dD_XyARqxTteFgWC6tMQn164kMMMpevHBCbPX-VrHA/s640/blogger-image-654541585.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div> And there's no price too high to see them encounter Jesus for the first time. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjrNTD3MYxq46B3At7-gOZG8HGFP3tR2bvFUFw6MFH5C2bcdCztD-g4J_YpgAf96BmnhwYe58O3lv7G54bIcTCqJPjU5P3HicNQJQcDruLswb95wlyTEPjOaEe5b7JHhVUB4dcDa06vA/s640/blogger-image-1424459068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjrNTD3MYxq46B3At7-gOZG8HGFP3tR2bvFUFw6MFH5C2bcdCztD-g4J_YpgAf96BmnhwYe58O3lv7G54bIcTCqJPjU5P3HicNQJQcDruLswb95wlyTEPjOaEe5b7JHhVUB4dcDa06vA/s640/blogger-image-1424459068.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But there is a price. And so we are inviting you to help!</div><div><br></div><div>What's so great about this race is it is viral. Meaning you sign up online and can run wherever you are between June 18-25. Or if you're able to gather up a group to run with, we've had several do that and have loads of fun in doing so. It might be a good way to get your neighborhood or church involved in caring for the orphaned. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht925Y6Co5mG_Ew7Ut-EhTnviKGzOOHTHsyWLb2xs5oGvgr23KWVaCBk6s897oofaIO1y98PnlVhnBXNupmplSM4PQxo5kF_qzCjX5Gh41bu79rdOvz9MU_F8R4V4kpiuk8EmHDkBLyL0/s640/blogger-image-2003891255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht925Y6Co5mG_Ew7Ut-EhTnviKGzOOHTHsyWLb2xs5oGvgr23KWVaCBk6s897oofaIO1y98PnlVhnBXNupmplSM4PQxo5kF_qzCjX5Gh41bu79rdOvz9MU_F8R4V4kpiuk8EmHDkBLyL0/s640/blogger-image-2003891255.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">had planned for a 1/2 marathon and missed that train so instead I've started this 4 week training program I've posted at the end of this (Taken from verywell.com) If </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">you need some motivation and a schedule, here it is! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Or you can do a 5k ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Or a fun run/walk ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Or just sign up, support a great cause, get a cool tank top and take a lap around your couch :). </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Because this year we do have the coolest tank tops.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpLsaIBTtLBOR66GBFvBk1hnR-nhxRdiAhy7jYkid-X2JErz0syMWU3Xaruic7brHdhXIn-F6I6HJwO0Rn4ZzjuIGiBs6NPlOGwJH5qf8lGM5V3WSBko5g6UTwiF9wu5_jeE5DcAs0qI/s640/blogger-image--34274665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpLsaIBTtLBOR66GBFvBk1hnR-nhxRdiAhy7jYkid-X2JErz0syMWU3Xaruic7brHdhXIn-F6I6HJwO0Rn4ZzjuIGiBs6NPlOGwJH5qf8lGM5V3WSBko5g6UTwiF9wu5_jeE5DcAs0qI/s640/blogger-image--34274665.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For more information and to sign up, go to the website: </span></h3><div><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://events.r20.constantcontact.com/register/event?oeidk=a07ecifu5qp332a893a&llr=nqtybkkab</span></div><div><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We hope you'll join us not just in an event we are calling a race. But an eternal one. A race where no one is competing but a race that we are in it together and in it for the long haul. A race to see heaven come. Where children are no longer orphaned, no longer left on the streets or locked away in huts. But a race where we can bring Jesus to children and they join in the race with us until we reach our heavenly home. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">You can find this on Facebook too under the name: Mattaw Safari Run. We hope to see you post pictures on the Facebook page next month! </span></div><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">4 Week Beginner 10K Training Schedule</span></h3><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.625rem 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Week 1: </strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 1</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 2</strong>: 2 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 3</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 4</strong>: 2 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 5</strong>: Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 6</strong>: 3 miles LR<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 7</strong>: 2 miles brisk walk or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Week 2: </strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 1</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 2</strong>: 2.5 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 3</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 4</strong>: 2.5 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 5</strong>: Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 6</strong>: 4 miles LR<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 7</strong>: 2 miles brisk walk or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Week 3: </strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 1</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 2</strong>: 3 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 3</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 4</strong>: 3 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 5</strong>: Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 6</strong>: 5 miles LR<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 7</strong>: 2 miles brisk walk or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Week 4: </strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 1</strong>: 3 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 2</strong>: 30 min CT or Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 3</strong>: 3 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 4</strong>: Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 5</strong>: 2 miles ER<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 6</strong>: Rest<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Day 7</strong>: Race day</span></p></h3><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 2rem 0px 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.4; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: 400;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Training Schedule Notes:</span></h3><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.625rem 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Long Runs (LR): </strong>You're not training for a long distance event, but long runs will help you develop your stamina, which is important in 5K racing. You should do your long runs at a comfortable, conversational pace. You should be able breathe easily and talk in complete sentences. Your <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">easy runs (ER)</strong> should also be done at this effort.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.625rem 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you're running outside, you can measure your routes using a site such as MapMyRun or use a running app such as RunKeeper or Strava.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Rest and Cross-Training Days: </strong>On rest days, you can take the day off or do some easy cross training such as biking, swimming, or another activity you enjoy.</span></p><p class="cb-split" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.625rem 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Strength-training is extremely beneficial for injury prevention and performance improvement.</span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-75454871302538701432016-05-22T14:20:00.000-05:002016-05-22T15:03:03.850-05:00Let them come... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-53193429987182856312016-04-22T23:36:00.001-05:002016-04-22T23:36:43.228-05:00Day 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-p42e1Vv0XSDAf0N4qxMC0-L69n65U369jFvHnnDiU_Lc2j56HqnLA8n-0zMxmZA3MyvFXZBO0WInbRsSAwM3-PPW49PUOAk4-pWgmGE3wS33JPMaL7GH0TOJTfTRdSap388IusNr30/s640/blogger-image--1163560225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-p42e1Vv0XSDAf0N4qxMC0-L69n65U369jFvHnnDiU_Lc2j56HqnLA8n-0zMxmZA3MyvFXZBO0WInbRsSAwM3-PPW49PUOAk4-pWgmGE3wS33JPMaL7GH0TOJTfTRdSap388IusNr30/s640/blogger-image--1163560225.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Day 5. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Day 5 of the kids camp was a beautiful end to the week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It involved children being fed. Children walking in freedom. A lot of excitement playing games. Lots of smiles and laughter. Girls getting to make bracelets. Praise and worship rising from the sand to the heavens. Candy. A lot of jumping and dancing. Full tummies. And bittersweet goodbyes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t5nBx8W0LexecCHQccWv0trbnEIzUrXaLWD-KayB1Y9WoxIFlDjkELONM85O2He996A7rKWxWPhdpxJoSe2t94pG_nvbxaTWNXR0xssVrlDWv-zxoDAi94GlBUAVSbWaYmt9GJZO3lU/s640/blogger-image--594145403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t5nBx8W0LexecCHQccWv0trbnEIzUrXaLWD-KayB1Y9WoxIFlDjkELONM85O2He996A7rKWxWPhdpxJoSe2t94pG_nvbxaTWNXR0xssVrlDWv-zxoDAi94GlBUAVSbWaYmt9GJZO3lU/s640/blogger-image--594145403.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our team gave it their all. We made it back to Lodwar and are crashed out tired. More updates to come as my talking words are a puddle on the floor right now :). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank you all again that have been with us this week through prayers, encouragement and funds to make this happen. We are already talking about the next time we get to do this. We sleep with a heart full of thanks tonight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Praise the Lord. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bwana Asifiwe. (Swahili)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kiproi Yesu. (Turkana)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-39358455224727515842016-04-21T23:25:00.001-05:002016-04-21T23:55:43.748-05:00M4 Turkana Kids Camp: Day 4!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAPP9jNTqFCYDxgVY_kaXLUQj0RqmXp7vfx1oBWpEapPjsCoGaDvaQSC6xFkfnK03tvwwsmZ1JveAHH5OqcC1PTWfXxEkbra2goTKCp-XU1jUYAU58ZwcxAkikHmdAisKGZoWKBGoyoI/s640/blogger-image-1571506969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAPP9jNTqFCYDxgVY_kaXLUQj0RqmXp7vfx1oBWpEapPjsCoGaDvaQSC6xFkfnK03tvwwsmZ1JveAHH5OqcC1PTWfXxEkbra2goTKCp-XU1jUYAU58ZwcxAkikHmdAisKGZoWKBGoyoI/s640/blogger-image-1571506969.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIv7T9Tupo4_dJvd182dupdzm_nBvzFqTCrcnywvLyIV1jZl-sq20wXe8JxK4MGpautHaCsLJ3XiOBCnsS2ZbFUZovh4p63ya02_i8gqzrBJh0JVxOZYwRpDmWyK-6vCoUnPnsqsLE92Y/s640/blogger-image-1805956627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIv7T9Tupo4_dJvd182dupdzm_nBvzFqTCrcnywvLyIV1jZl-sq20wXe8JxK4MGpautHaCsLJ3XiOBCnsS2ZbFUZovh4p63ya02_i8gqzrBJh0JVxOZYwRpDmWyK-6vCoUnPnsqsLE92Y/s640/blogger-image-1805956627.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Day four was the absolute best yet. God miraculously keeps bringing much order and the flow of the day was easier. Nothing like this has ever been done here or anywhere nearby so it took a few days for the kids to understand the flow. Things such as why we divide into groups, the flags for each team (which I had to explain had no religious meaning -- some religions baptize with flags or use them to represent just weird stuff -- TIA). They also got the hang of making cheers for their tribe/team. We have six groups, each having a name from the 12 tribes of Israel. Our youth from Mattaw have really stepped up to lead and love on the kids in big ways! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsqffBVVKhHTG9Lrelh3opwcKUYdnDMdDGrL8j1StiR-cNbEiSKHQ5QWLABH8R1sL0MfZY9hsGQMpZVhXUoJXVJ-Ksrmofdb05Y21ph2uiytT8AntyfvafR3gnbuwfsA-VRDrFkqtI4U/s640/blogger-image--1909996003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsqffBVVKhHTG9Lrelh3opwcKUYdnDMdDGrL8j1StiR-cNbEiSKHQ5QWLABH8R1sL0MfZY9hsGQMpZVhXUoJXVJ-Ksrmofdb05Y21ph2uiytT8AntyfvafR3gnbuwfsA-VRDrFkqtI4U/s640/blogger-image--1909996003.jpg"></a></div>Juma</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfoRvn9ixgSy_y5HcP76ZjM1Pqr7VWj512rXsCdAT3cyfsgl7OpR00-gCODTsYcMtBpsw8l2RW36G4i0_Z8TWX3kivVQKDpCgWAg1yqRRLPgAAlTZ2K961NuSoVGT3p7dZQhLX6Ek7vYo/s640/blogger-image--346480602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfoRvn9ixgSy_y5HcP76ZjM1Pqr7VWj512rXsCdAT3cyfsgl7OpR00-gCODTsYcMtBpsw8l2RW36G4i0_Z8TWX3kivVQKDpCgWAg1yqRRLPgAAlTZ2K961NuSoVGT3p7dZQhLX6Ek7vYo/s640/blogger-image--346480602.jpg"></a></div>Dan </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> We had a competition yesterday of whose cheer was best and the pastors voted for the winner. The winners were given candy so you can bet the next day theyre louder and more creative. Videos to come! Speaking of videos. We are so very blessed to have S'ambrosia and Ray traveling with us. If you need to hire someone for video and pictures in Kenya, they're the ones to call! While Ray has been busy taking the most stunning pictures and videos this week, Sam has helped serve by being a tribe leader. Yesterday she had the brilliant idea to paint fingernails in her group as they waited patiently for their teaching time. Although the girls were a little too excited to do this for the first time and became super pushy, it was sweet to see how no matter the culture, girls will be girly girls if you give them a bottle of sparkly blue nail polish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGD3y2GlssedPnDaCkkgIuyjc2y2qkrPCXIhxlrmxgPjV0Jk8IvzTehDrTBdEgOvrFeYv36T7AnWPRKHJ66BqmEO7aG9YEovuWdzNYonutacO-Q7g_5O_3a5wxdnJs936giqcl47TXVc/s640/blogger-image-1086355937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGD3y2GlssedPnDaCkkgIuyjc2y2qkrPCXIhxlrmxgPjV0Jk8IvzTehDrTBdEgOvrFeYv36T7AnWPRKHJ66BqmEO7aG9YEovuWdzNYonutacO-Q7g_5O_3a5wxdnJs936giqcl47TXVc/s640/blogger-image-1086355937.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KjQYi_TtozCccsljJV2FkQyFuxw7cLaesjY_IZ3tBQ776oZX5mzqxLYSZAvXmQDQ_vHrQuuJlzoRDVfM3kcrnakHhApI7dzyvdrrOQRYCTzf_VtwGmTtiKmx6VSDZwDVWyTeeoHtPPs/s640/blogger-image-153523255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KjQYi_TtozCccsljJV2FkQyFuxw7cLaesjY_IZ3tBQ776oZX5mzqxLYSZAvXmQDQ_vHrQuuJlzoRDVfM3kcrnakHhApI7dzyvdrrOQRYCTzf_VtwGmTtiKmx6VSDZwDVWyTeeoHtPPs/s640/blogger-image-153523255.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Worship on day four was so sweet again. At the end it turned into a dance party for Jesus. Turkanans love to jump so it gets the dirt rising and ground shaking. Too much fun! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDRD4dTf4Gtc-s4cF4AtUelchCFbxQ62ClVdqoXutSbjAYKpVxWlQao33UigRMF24XJHg8wyn0VdJMStTC3kLhlJumpi5xfAMHvsMgBtp3F7zO3h69SolARZS2MYt-5BiqJWWUQZLqG4/s640/blogger-image-748379983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDRD4dTf4Gtc-s4cF4AtUelchCFbxQ62ClVdqoXutSbjAYKpVxWlQao33UigRMF24XJHg8wyn0VdJMStTC3kLhlJumpi5xfAMHvsMgBtp3F7zO3h69SolARZS2MYt-5BiqJWWUQZLqG4/s640/blogger-image-748379983.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyy_OXb7MhXYQLBZfo0Xf7Qs92evpSaEo5AaqHh1XJFPWE4RtyPVo8r5cqdgtoXRxcJd_gBaTf8llBRlngbYcehCetqu9gqfjKzomMsAv7ouzR-I4_jyK4JD_rswCXiYVt5kuyWP4Qf8/s640/blogger-image-26091911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyy_OXb7MhXYQLBZfo0Xf7Qs92evpSaEo5AaqHh1XJFPWE4RtyPVo8r5cqdgtoXRxcJd_gBaTf8llBRlngbYcehCetqu9gqfjKzomMsAv7ouzR-I4_jyK4JD_rswCXiYVt5kuyWP4Qf8/s640/blogger-image-26091911.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdMhsg80LhR-TB5ftk4-bLgBD1FOgX3l06827L2LYh3vqpdbBLMuMGRl-To7K7R5YHDK80dUeLTLAyObVpFfOlMdiOXB7SgsFgmar-MHv2XGY70k7iXlYZwDLg8M4_1xYmOYn6WQRAh4/s640/blogger-image--1408281700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdMhsg80LhR-TB5ftk4-bLgBD1FOgX3l06827L2LYh3vqpdbBLMuMGRl-To7K7R5YHDK80dUeLTLAyObVpFfOlMdiOXB7SgsFgmar-MHv2XGY70k7iXlYZwDLg8M4_1xYmOYn6WQRAh4/s640/blogger-image--1408281700.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yesterday I shared of how we were able to equip these littles on how to pray and defeat darkness by simply speaking the name of Jesus. I mentioned a little girl who shared about a witch dr that comes in her dreams. Today in class she testified that she dreamed the night before that her mom sent her to fetch water and the witch dr came but she rebuked it in Jesus' name and she was kept safe. PRAISES TO JESUS!! How rockin awesome is that?! What a gift Jesus is even to the littlest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1jZzSHZopOFusJ5KG7coULa8kKhJ6tAa_qti5fSIuOGmHVu8fzdUld0vm_H8H5aLh571OEjdrFttJGvtes4w6KM4a8BDH36z9pNwLExtl8tgtN09on3CtIoRD8q0YR8uKREXfzOqZoE/s640/blogger-image--1425309139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1jZzSHZopOFusJ5KG7coULa8kKhJ6tAa_qti5fSIuOGmHVu8fzdUld0vm_H8H5aLh571OEjdrFttJGvtes4w6KM4a8BDH36z9pNwLExtl8tgtN09on3CtIoRD8q0YR8uKREXfzOqZoE/s640/blogger-image--1425309139.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In the 8-12 yr old girls class, they were a bit stand off, rude or shy at the beginning of the week. Today they listened intently to the lesson and when offered to be prayed for, almost all came to the front of the class. Many were battling sickness or asked for prayer that no one would fight in their homes. They left feelin loved and with big smiles. In the oldest boys class, they shared how most don't have a bible and know very little. They were taught about the old and testament and books in the bible. Powerful to see the young boys hunger for the word. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We ended the day again with everyone getting a massive plate of beans and rice. We are so thankful for the mamas from the church who have worked day and night to make sure food is prepared and cooked well. So thankful for the prayers covering this week! They are oh so felt. And thankful God gifted us with our own three littles that can also push through challenges and love the children here. They really do add so much joy and laughter to the ministry we do here. Missions as a family can come with loads of challenges and testing of our faith but Jesus is just so stinkin faithful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBj6ZPlgDrhmsRGFB3v1f6eKbhIfV5nHMo-rlFFgk1yeF_iLmbewHGtR7kBHiE-pyCE7IzIXepPYr6xYhcJFKA_nge4AJyf5EWb0hawP5IahmyMnImgjR1trp4jXpMfhv6pJyk_lQXZE/s640/blogger-image--1798461916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBj6ZPlgDrhmsRGFB3v1f6eKbhIfV5nHMo-rlFFgk1yeF_iLmbewHGtR7kBHiE-pyCE7IzIXepPYr6xYhcJFKA_nge4AJyf5EWb0hawP5IahmyMnImgjR1trp4jXpMfhv6pJyk_lQXZE/s640/blogger-image--1798461916.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxQRvAfWHK5EkMqtQ2vtGlrZsWErrgZLhRLV9CfumHQN7a1mTzONBerrSNQzHOnrbsX7eVcBRSTXdG_bYFQ7i-17uCnNtnLSfoTnhGIhHVObr4eGmMQLsfWnnxQ0IvccxBZNwbVDChIw/s640/blogger-image--1995811339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxQRvAfWHK5EkMqtQ2vtGlrZsWErrgZLhRLV9CfumHQN7a1mTzONBerrSNQzHOnrbsX7eVcBRSTXdG_bYFQ7i-17uCnNtnLSfoTnhGIhHVObr4eGmMQLsfWnnxQ0IvccxBZNwbVDChIw/s640/blogger-image--1995811339.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecWH8kXr4n7gGsbnBeAai1AZLpfb3eIBU8-BJjtF9nuDvIvFQO9Y30Z0xbaFI3r05_8yaQ5LDJGx2zpNHDRBJAnbdQDS-E4RSx6RvsDh3djWOMNEG9MTZ1dxZV-CrZ0DNW9s0WrSRCVQ/s640/blogger-image--864486441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecWH8kXr4n7gGsbnBeAai1AZLpfb3eIBU8-BJjtF9nuDvIvFQO9Y30Z0xbaFI3r05_8yaQ5LDJGx2zpNHDRBJAnbdQDS-E4RSx6RvsDh3djWOMNEG9MTZ1dxZV-CrZ0DNW9s0WrSRCVQ/s640/blogger-image--864486441.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwm1jqB4b2jgWUxllnsN5aYC6NfESmTEtm5s5Jdbngg9m5QzIuxYsIoRtOSFYjxZuVz90BDWZ6OO7JJbqv5U7BuhDJaF_lQysx_yU_OvqM28Nwq7we_7YqYid2HM4TEY4kDAfW6yvzruc/s640/blogger-image-110793223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwm1jqB4b2jgWUxllnsN5aYC6NfESmTEtm5s5Jdbngg9m5QzIuxYsIoRtOSFYjxZuVz90BDWZ6OO7JJbqv5U7BuhDJaF_lQysx_yU_OvqM28Nwq7we_7YqYid2HM4TEY4kDAfW6yvzruc/s640/blogger-image-110793223.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fHn6Fajx5vi-sUlvfxai5LZhaKBf0C2_gVo0FDzcqpLJ63BA2XO6-mATp9VNnrpvoMmNmHmobjI2SMS3Tb6QPd2JXnsUQLBZk7VJWAicuA3pC4ewWlMLMtBFaGA3wmAi98fslUVct2c/s640/blogger-image-2045925382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fHn6Fajx5vi-sUlvfxai5LZhaKBf0C2_gVo0FDzcqpLJ63BA2XO6-mATp9VNnrpvoMmNmHmobjI2SMS3Tb6QPd2JXnsUQLBZk7VJWAicuA3pC4ewWlMLMtBFaGA3wmAi98fslUVct2c/s640/blogger-image-2045925382.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidubva3zG7VtRAYITTegU8d-PriZEtZWexi-yMz6zirCb7m9f6PhEj8abuqo3V-R0jX78CJNJpPT2BPmWfp5rA2eejy0oObrHp_dSKDt1Q1Sig4su3Er3Gmt6pyYCP-gR4FpgVk6slTwk/s640/blogger-image-831668096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidubva3zG7VtRAYITTegU8d-PriZEtZWexi-yMz6zirCb7m9f6PhEj8abuqo3V-R0jX78CJNJpPT2BPmWfp5rA2eejy0oObrHp_dSKDt1Q1Sig4su3Er3Gmt6pyYCP-gR4FpgVk6slTwk/s640/blogger-image-831668096.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-65864139545016661912016-04-20T23:55:00.001-05:002016-04-21T00:43:36.495-05:00M4 Turkana Kids Camp: Day Three<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's a good morning here in the desert. Our team is sleeping well, sickness is staying out of our camp and God is so gracious to give us strength in our weakness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Day three. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Day three started again with rain. It cleared out earlier this time. We were thankful for hot ugii (porridge) to warm us. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSV-o7h1rzlERBssPZ_ZtyRdhdCWXTBz8xrvDamNGTYeFrn25uhutLhEvAwLyBBtmmXJZzsKx1BnH9jWB5gDC-M9oXwhR-ifqfAXDuHBlEKEgRe_qKuMnyCwurfffBxyVB9s9iu6iWJg/s1600/IMG_6195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSV-o7h1rzlERBssPZ_ZtyRdhdCWXTBz8xrvDamNGTYeFrn25uhutLhEvAwLyBBtmmXJZzsKx1BnH9jWB5gDC-M9oXwhR-ifqfAXDuHBlEKEgRe_qKuMnyCwurfffBxyVB9s9iu6iWJg/s640/IMG_6195.JPG" width="640"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;">And can you guess who was happy about having puddles to jump in...</div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><font color="#000000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7kQKWXVvYql_oivjnOZ0J-Y1iUZ8Z3HpWRW2ATIsTMWpoJcV7Bk5iC3S_tBZGhBtR5a0bM6NOu7cgPNYxJRodJrVyHMvHx67vN8_Lcj4SJ3bmaYGTHRq_AuqjxW-2_bi6G55YDz2dC4/s1600/IMG_6194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7kQKWXVvYql_oivjnOZ0J-Y1iUZ8Z3HpWRW2ATIsTMWpoJcV7Bk5iC3S_tBZGhBtR5a0bM6NOu7cgPNYxJRodJrVyHMvHx67vN8_Lcj4SJ3bmaYGTHRq_AuqjxW-2_bi6G55YDz2dC4/s1600/IMG_6194.JPG"></a></font></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our ugii is made of sourgum, millet, peanuts and maize. And let's not forget the sugar! Tamu sana (so sweet). Everyone keeps commenting how good it is. It's the little things to bring smiles. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">On day three we saw Jesus continue to love on His kids big. So many of them do not know the most simple things about Gods kingdom. The oldest boys were out on the field playing soccer, then Ian gathered them up to teach them how to pray. It was the first time most of them had ever prayed. They went around in their circle and prayed out loud to Jesus. One said "thank you Jesus that we made it a cross the river this morning and it didn't wash me away". Because when it rains here, it tends to flood. In our little girls class, they opened up to share how many have bad dreams and are so fearful at night. One shared a witch dr visits her in her sleep. It was incredible to see them understand the power of the name of Jesus as we equipped them on how to pray when this happens. In their language they all practiced saying "leave in Jesus' name and Holy Spirit fill me and my house". We watched them gain confidence in being children of God that are sooooo loved. We continued to speak Gods heart and love for them and watched fear leave. Not even the best ugii or chai is sweeter than that! </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Our team continues to love and serve beautifully. Yesterday during the opening assembly, our youth boldly worshipped like we've never seen. Sophia stood to share her testimony and we couldn't be more proud of her. She came to Mattaw years ago as a shy and fearful child. It's only Jesus that could have brought such a huge transformation in her life. The first night here she shared in our team meeting that this is a dream come true for her. Pray for them as the last two days can be a challenge to give it your all. </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-11033606752723407052016-04-19T23:58:00.005-05:002016-04-20T00:54:19.016-05:00Day Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day two of the kids camp was full of our Abba's goodness. The morning of, it rained non stop from 4am-10am. We counted it a blessing and we're thankful this dry land had a big drink from the sky. The rains delayed the start of our day but it sure didn't hinder any work Jesus wanted to do. We showed up at the camp grounds around 11 and found maybe 20 children. In our American mindsets, it could have caused some stress but thankfully we are in Turkana where it's not just Kenyan time but even slower. Hakuna matatu --- it means no worries. So we sat up the sound system under a beautiful tree while the children were fed their breakfast. By 12:30 we started with a couple hundred children. The youth from the local church led worship, then our team led. It was beautiful to watch hearts turn to God and lift up praises to His name. The atmosphere shifted and peace was felt. We had several mamas come as well who danced like no one was watching. They sure know how to dance! The gospel was shared again as well as what the Father and Jesus is like according to the Word. We watched Jesus harvest souls again for His Kingdom and rejoice with the angels over names written in heaven. The two nights before, I was physically just done. Let's be real, the struggle was real. Our flesh gets weak when the conditions aren't comfortable. Bucket baths, the heat, being surrounded by people non-stop, oily food, kids crying... I mean I could go on and on but if you can catch where discomfort and complaining are trying to come into your camp and make a choice to rise above it and put your focus where is should be, it gives Holy Spirit opportunity to move in our midst. And then you realize how absolutely blessed we are to GET to do this. We saw little bellies fed, faces with big smiles and Gods Kingdom advanced. The teams had fun in the field playing games and laughing. Beans and rice was eaten with joy and we finished up around 4pm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thank you for praying and journeying with us here this week. On our way to kick off day three and it looks like the heavens want to dump buckets of water on the land again! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-61454961948534456432016-04-18T15:00:00.000-05:002016-04-18T15:00:10.514-05:00Lokore Turkana Kids Camp 2016... Day One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we started our second kids camp to have in Turkana. We are so thankful for all those that joined in from across the sea through finances and prayers to help make this happen! I just crawled up into our tent where we are staying under the biggest sky full of stars here in Kakuma town. We have a team from the Mattaw Children's Village again that has come on a mission trip to help lead and serve this week. We partner with a local church to help strengthen what they're already doing. Today was day ONE. It was a beautiful chaos... to say the least. There were a lot of pieces that couldn't come together until the morning of but we watched God move in the chaos, bring order and most importantly see lives loved on in big ways. We are able to feed little tummies porridge for breakfast and then beans and rice for lunch. We had around 250 children today. We dived into teams according to ages. We had 5 teams today and tomorrow will plan on 6. Each team has a color and name from the tribes of Israel. Todays lesson was on the gospel of the Kingdom as we are laying a foundation with Jesus so He can build on it. As crazy as it seemed throughout our first day, Jesus moved and saved souls. Our team pressed through the challenges and were flexible to love and serve however they could. I'll let the pictures tell the story of today and share more words tomorrow :), <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-15240098959626753412016-04-03T01:10:00.001-05:002016-04-03T01:31:08.057-05:00Turkana M4 Kids Camp 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-9NQz8kFNmEgGGY3o-3elGCIiONOU6CoopsQyhxIwHSmYjf7yXGd3x7HlH9MvDFxBM1gMfTHWm8KhvhIYV4gQOEZXCk7qC327QAAl4BjtBkVfZbtf_1-xj50a6Y7OWDTb9apEJWrprs/s640/blogger-image--938743363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-9NQz8kFNmEgGGY3o-3elGCIiONOU6CoopsQyhxIwHSmYjf7yXGd3x7HlH9MvDFxBM1gMfTHWm8KhvhIYV4gQOEZXCk7qC327QAAl4BjtBkVfZbtf_1-xj50a6Y7OWDTb9apEJWrprs/s640/blogger-image--938743363.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next week Bud will head back up to Turkana with our older boys. We are excited for a month there with our family. Our littles always bring so much to missions there. But it's not always easy y'all. But worth it. The littles and I will meet Bud up there the week after. He will go back to Kakuma to teach and minister. Then we will settle back into our apartment and get ready for the M4 Kids Camp. We usually go with an idea of what we'll do and God fills our schedule as we just trust and follow. He's a good shepherd ya know! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This week we are at the Mattaw Children's Village. It's always a joy to be back with family here. A few nights ago we went to house 6 for dinner and devotions. So great to get to sit in and see the bond amongst our newest Mattaw family. For devotions, the teenage boys were on a lesson all about how we should give to those in need. As they read the following scripture, a scripture with such a simple truth, I could see the light bulbs turn on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="verse visible" style="visibility: visible;"><p style="margin-top: -1em;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. But someone will say, “You have faith and I have works.” Show me your faith apart from your works, and I will show you my faith by my works." James 2:14-18 </span></p><p style="margin-top: -1em;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p style="margin-top: -1em;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghS2qb9IPV8uHDt054UVtBhTFuVD6PSq822cHx5uIejplgZF_i7JVv1f8ckLKfv4rVr53QUUJKqjc4-rcK-efwZKpKun6B6vil6cLOIgaNnffqWklRA4KCj4cRhDLUJnRBwfESl9j70wo/s640/blogger-image-1595865988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghS2qb9IPV8uHDt054UVtBhTFuVD6PSq822cHx5uIejplgZF_i7JVv1f8ckLKfv4rVr53QUUJKqjc4-rcK-efwZKpKun6B6vil6cLOIgaNnffqWklRA4KCj4cRhDLUJnRBwfESl9j70wo/s640/blogger-image-1595865988.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p></div><div class="verse"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes we need to get back to the basics. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41EM5v2Tj3pYuzzvaH6NswuowyQYe6iAPmh3WbbDbgWL444VuBx0aad1eiBJG3ySd7Kgy040im3PuT6OpXXTOYAno06pvLPunt0q6owM_VLqbd1Uo-UvAH6ZXAUg8x-cCsQgsyKyrMdA/s640/blogger-image-1525295998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41EM5v2Tj3pYuzzvaH6NswuowyQYe6iAPmh3WbbDbgWL444VuBx0aad1eiBJG3ySd7Kgy040im3PuT6OpXXTOYAno06pvLPunt0q6owM_VLqbd1Uo-UvAH6ZXAUg8x-cCsQgsyKyrMdA/s640/blogger-image-1525295998.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When we meet the physical needs, we so often see the spiritual needs met. All of it is the gospel demonstrated. We often teach that our one calling is to Jesus. He is our first. But if that is there and it is true, it's His nature to pour His perfect love through us to the world. And it always looks like something. A ear to listen, hand to hold, the sick are healed, families restored, a voice to speak for those that can't ... or it's as simple as beans and rice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxXEdq2P392YOedzJvacDcgMYEI7fdNRVJW03w9V3F_vomughe3YenBDnv7bJ9tDy8JmKrBydPu2vW13PNgO6Gdkmp7U3D5ughZc8Uwyquvd26TTphOQG-5s7ShuGPvRftVICpM3MreA/s640/blogger-image--422771738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxXEdq2P392YOedzJvacDcgMYEI7fdNRVJW03w9V3F_vomughe3YenBDnv7bJ9tDy8JmKrBydPu2vW13PNgO6Gdkmp7U3D5ughZc8Uwyquvd26TTphOQG-5s7ShuGPvRftVICpM3MreA/s640/blogger-image--422771738.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This school break, we will be having a kids camp in a more interior village from 18-22nd. Last time we did the kids camp in an IDP camp where twice a day we were feeding and loving on <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">around </span><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0"><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">800-100</a></a><a dir="ltr" href="tel:800-1000" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">0</a> <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">children. This time we are going up north, to the the interior or reserve (as Kenyans there call it). We are expecting around 300-400 children. We've been told it will be a tad more calm as oppose to our rough and tough kids last time. But we sure love the little rascals from the IDP camp and plan to go back in August. For this trip, we are still needing to raise funds. When children are on break from school, they can often go days without eating. We want to fill their little bellies again so they have strength to play and the attention to listen. And so they can simply know how loved they are!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpx8nP3cyRi5XvAJvI9movakXD0-GuYb_z62wtXgodb1j2gUsqJh9vdnF9ySgvPMB_seEGzUB7OTdD4RtzkHemeQ_xVQjXfY3mFm-0xJO0v7MX2dhYs2dCg_ygZLI73NIi0HQ_4bNkLo/s640/blogger-image-1167683179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpx8nP3cyRi5XvAJvI9movakXD0-GuYb_z62wtXgodb1j2gUsqJh9vdnF9ySgvPMB_seEGzUB7OTdD4RtzkHemeQ_xVQjXfY3mFm-0xJO0v7MX2dhYs2dCg_ygZLI73NIi0HQ_4bNkLo/s640/blogger-image-1167683179.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In order to feed the children twice a day, plus supplies for the camp, fuel and getting our team from Mattaw there to help, we are aiming to raise $2,500. Any amount helps! Around $5 will help send one child to camp. You can go to our website and under the donate tab find information how to donate. The easiest is through PayPal but you can also send in a check. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">www.mattawchildren.com</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A kids camp has never been done in this area and surely they are wondering what it is. So we are pretty pumped for the fun ahead! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And we can't do this alone. We weren't meant to! So we thank you for those investing through prayer and finances. Thank you for going with us to the ends of the earth to feed little bellies with beans, rice and Gods Word! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6BdHVYEiZntDJixx-JoyvihvlrP3fvu1Wq2Fhnkk8JlVCzkL4zklRdHJ1VjUKOzHYMF9OYxqnvO6HUqxImBOIgsgeX-dK9lFV95jGU9q7dU153u6tp8i_e0Un0bKVRwLMP1vgOXFHJU/s640/blogger-image--15461834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6BdHVYEiZntDJixx-JoyvihvlrP3fvu1Wq2Fhnkk8JlVCzkL4zklRdHJ1VjUKOzHYMF9OYxqnvO6HUqxImBOIgsgeX-dK9lFV95jGU9q7dU153u6tp8i_e0Un0bKVRwLMP1vgOXFHJU/s640/blogger-image--15461834.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-56447543557293478712016-03-19T03:25:00.001-05:002016-03-19T05:02:34.094-05:00His Mercy<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgij59G0tZLUjkldJl5qwlRTl3Bp55Rgt5jSAHlFsHi6mptJwrFA1ej9wFrRtcy7PdchoBiAdV9WR3O14kYe2b6kssboW7czPM-QcvI_Nb1Alcl42kqNU73T2j_x3YemzsXn3CHE3qcGvc/s640/blogger-image--1906082226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgij59G0tZLUjkldJl5qwlRTl3Bp55Rgt5jSAHlFsHi6mptJwrFA1ej9wFrRtcy7PdchoBiAdV9WR3O14kYe2b6kssboW7czPM-QcvI_Nb1Alcl42kqNU73T2j_x3YemzsXn3CHE3qcGvc/s640/blogger-image--1906082226.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Currently hiding out in the floor of my kitchen as Dr. Pepper pulled pork is in the oven (pioneer woman recipe!), the laundry pile is starting to go down (is that even possible in this family?!) and the kids are distracted by playing card games with their Nene (husbands parents are here for a visit, hooray!). Just keepin it real here -- our life hasn't been all that glamorous of the late but more like doing the "mundane but steady" type of life. Unless of course you consider the glamorous life to involve inspecting praying mantis bugs as an activity for homeschool life with my kindergartener. Ha. It is always <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">SO good to get another round of realizing our identity is not in what we do but whose we are. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32YquvHzSsfYHm5tNp7YiqADzZmDgRUCi-U2r275bXiUf6zPWqWzph61GOH4WxoKNVuhe8Y-2_VLIZFdzDXWjWhy2Lgm2bjRc1LFy1fzzwcZFOQS_3oNMHiIG5nhRkS8IPlkTNghkGFo/s640/blogger-image-1004386677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32YquvHzSsfYHm5tNp7YiqADzZmDgRUCi-U2r275bXiUf6zPWqWzph61GOH4WxoKNVuhe8Y-2_VLIZFdzDXWjWhy2Lgm2bjRc1LFy1fzzwcZFOQS_3oNMHiIG5nhRkS8IPlkTNghkGFo/s640/blogger-image-1004386677.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We are relearning eternal truths of marriage and family life as we have moved to a new place. As we continue to be students of this at the feet of Jesus, we have continued to give oversight to Mattaw Children's Village. Bud has also continued to take Turkana trips. Part of us giving oversight to Mattaw has been our monthly trips there, staying a week or longer at a time. We are so thankful for how God continues to grow the Mattaw family. Next week we will head back to our precious fam there. The updates to share with you are endless but I'll do my best to bring you a few. We've stepped away from Mattaw more this year in order for our rockin awesome leadership team runs with the vision. This year, we've watched God bring transition in many many areas. Not just personally but within Mattaw too. It's been incredible ---and it's been incredibly hard. If we are rooted in Jesus, then it's only natural, or supernatural, that we would be in a constant state of pruning and growth. It's Gods nature to grow and expand us in all areas of life.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB0jCORYSivz6ffEA2bzM9n_a96qijLjnBYVwJDvlhkEP6WsAAHPpOHDlCelMAASSIpKsn_1MTdYA3WOro_1HzROIrowWmkh5IeQmR9l0QGwVfZ6AyTiYI8uQKRCL8lZzd8gqqB-J7Ko/s640/blogger-image--1729174534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB0jCORYSivz6ffEA2bzM9n_a96qijLjnBYVwJDvlhkEP6WsAAHPpOHDlCelMAASSIpKsn_1MTdYA3WOro_1HzROIrowWmkh5IeQmR9l0QGwVfZ6AyTiYI8uQKRCL8lZzd8gqqB-J7Ko/s640/blogger-image--1729174534.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>I read a little blurb recently by Havilah Cunnington on this subject and she had a way of saying it so well...<div><br></div><div>"God was the very first gardener! In the beginning, we find that He loved to create and watch things grow. Gods nature is built around growth: He can't help Himself , it's just who He is! As a creator, His purpose is to plant for the purpose of growth. Our ability to surrender to God as the Chief Gardener of our hearts and lives is vital to our personal development. Like the plants on the earth, our purpose is to grow, mature and produce fruit at the hands of the Master Gardener. He nurtures us with the light of knowledge and the water of love, giving us all we need if we want it. God is the gardener at the highest level. He is a master at what He does. The incredible thing is He doesn't just tend to the garden of our lives, He provides the environment and the elements that help us to be fruitful. He is not only the Gardener, but He is the Sun --- the power that gives us the energy to grow and mature."</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmK21N5FtsU-EhqsWDA9v6CXEDpD57CjwkldvcTu_ozhSUoifisPz0EEBlsb49pB5wIDX63r00CYCKlib5Z2Ln9Bf7drIH_QbzU-CGupy4vRXXbctT1ukl9vaJ1_G36723tbw6iwzq_8/s640/blogger-image--1309475143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmK21N5FtsU-EhqsWDA9v6CXEDpD57CjwkldvcTu_ozhSUoifisPz0EEBlsb49pB5wIDX63r00CYCKlib5Z2Ln9Bf7drIH_QbzU-CGupy4vRXXbctT1ukl9vaJ1_G36723tbw6iwzq_8/s640/blogger-image--1309475143.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Our girls home, Kimbilio House, has been in a place of learning, pruning and growing in the last 3 years. Kimbilio means refuge in Swahili. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPR_8qMwnguaV1bPsJyPi_9IA4e3RSXl-iHtYlf54Z6UOvCCDSzRYu0d93ytz55GBHbWtsAOLmjdFBDcnYsOKc2SVW6lxm-q8Zw2h3hQpu2qDm_NfxSH9si1MUTahRBUzFx9c5mym-ks/s640/blogger-image--894088320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPR_8qMwnguaV1bPsJyPi_9IA4e3RSXl-iHtYlf54Z6UOvCCDSzRYu0d93ytz55GBHbWtsAOLmjdFBDcnYsOKc2SVW6lxm-q8Zw2h3hQpu2qDm_NfxSH9si1MUTahRBUzFx9c5mym-ks/s640/blogger-image--894088320.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It has been a refuge for over 20 girls so far, some having come for a short period of time and then transitioned into a school or back safely with their mom. Around 12 girls have been permanent residents for the last 3 years. All of them have been rescued out of places where the injustice is flat out unbelievable. And situations we couldnt turn away from. Abuse, hunger, prostitution and literally locked in chains for years -- to name a few of the injustices they've endured. We've sought God constantly for heavenly solutions and He's been faithful to answer, sometimes in the most unexpected ways. This year we have been in a big transition with several of the girls. This house has been a refuge but we also realize this place for safety and protection is so they can be healed and restored and not a place of staying permanently... otherwise they're refugees for most of their life. Just as our vision at Mattaw is for orphans to find a place to be called sons and daughters and no longer an orphan --- we also have found we want our girls to no longer be refugees but to transition into places they can thrive as young woman with a hope and future. We have also transitioned two girls from Kimbilio into Mattaw homes where they are now daughters in a family. It has always been a cases by case on what the best place of transition is. (For security reasons, we can't share names or pictures). Our first girl to successfully transition back to her biological mom was two years ago. She was placed in our care by the court due to abuse by her father. The father was put in prison and his relatives were angry about that and wanted revenge. (This is a common story) Her mom fled for her life and they safely placed the girl in our care. A year later, the mom was able to restart her life with a small plot of farm land. After investigation, the mom was found to be in a safe place and she was stable enough to care for her daughter again. Her mom visited her daughter regularly at Kimbilio and we could see the intense love she had for her. We were able to place the girl in a boarding school and on her breaks, she is now home with her mom and siblings. It's been a beautiful reintegration. This year we had four more girls accepted into a great boarding school for girls. We are so thankful for how they are now thriving in a school that can provide activities such as sports, on a larger scale than we are unable to have at Kimbilio.</div><div><br></div><div>This year we also have our first girl, Mercy, to have graduated from Scondary school (high school). She graduated last year and spent a year living at Mattaw again and helping as an intern with the Sprouts babies. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgzEBNO5It-orHwJGQTBr0RMuXZAfKh17HHID5nxPVsgUoASaUi9f4PK5_HDheBiKcR2KgeOoxcptY1hSfQgGc9kiMrNNjuXsI04TnRg3dNjPZ8ti_JUSouIH2I5CtQpX5bYgayaPaik/s640/blogger-image--2092895464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgzEBNO5It-orHwJGQTBr0RMuXZAfKh17HHID5nxPVsgUoASaUi9f4PK5_HDheBiKcR2KgeOoxcptY1hSfQgGc9kiMrNNjuXsI04TnRg3dNjPZ8ti_JUSouIH2I5CtQpX5bYgayaPaik/s640/blogger-image--2092895464.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>She spent a few years living at the Mattaw Children's Village when she was in middle school. When Mercy started high school, we had not built up the school at Mattaw yet to that level. We were able to find her a boarding school instead and she has successfully completed her four years there. Her dream was to be in a field of work where she would be doing hair and beauty. After several of our leaders spent time searching for the best place for her, they found a school in Eldoret. After waiting for all the right paper work and her I.D. card, she has now started school there. Pray for Mercy as she is in a big transition of life. We pray she would continue to not just learn how to make women beautiful on the outside but to teach them who they are in Christ as a beautiful creation from the inside out. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHy_52UP28s5vnhejwvqQlw1ng2EKR66B5zHX3avYP3ZJeapLVuS0z_XmuVkAIqwrYF9QCiJOpb3kayGNpdxLN0-aiDYAElpdP3cRNiKaWC-uoF0JuUqci30KQzOkUIhKZZjQRI4kjDI/s640/blogger-image--1798430329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHy_52UP28s5vnhejwvqQlw1ng2EKR66B5zHX3avYP3ZJeapLVuS0z_XmuVkAIqwrYF9QCiJOpb3kayGNpdxLN0-aiDYAElpdP3cRNiKaWC-uoF0JuUqci30KQzOkUIhKZZjQRI4kjDI/s640/blogger-image--1798430329.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>These stories are shared with the opportunity on how you can not only pray for them but also sow financial seeds into their life. They are all in need of school fees. Mercy's school fees and personal needs are $1,000 per year. For the other girls, it is around $500 each for a year. Any amount is always a huge help. You can find how to donate on the Mattaw website: mattawchildren.com. You'll find a tab labeled "donate" and on that page is either the option for PayPal or mailing a check to the Mattaw U.S. Address. </div><div><div><br></div><div>If you made it to this end of this post, oh how thankful I am that you stuck it out! Thankful for your patience. We'll be sharing more soon about Tukana trips. Bud had some beautiful testimonies annnnnd our family gets to head there next month! </div><div><br></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-23211000140063053132016-01-19T23:09:00.001-06:002016-01-20T10:07:53.067-06:00Love looks like something<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Greetings from across the big pond. At the Mattaw Children's Village, our mission is to rescue children that really have no other option than to be brought into one of the Mattaw families. We have social workers and a network of people to really investigate if there are safe parents or relatives to ensure that Mattaw is the best option for the child. There's been a few times where God has brought us children then later the mom comes and is now able to be restored with their child. It hasn't happened much but when it does, we rejoice as it is always beautiful to see a mom love her child and the child want to be back in her arms. We have a few of these stories to share soon. This story is one that we were able to help put the children in school and help encourage the mom to make choices that keep the family together. This is one of those stories I've put off writing until I could articulate my heart well enough. And well, that's not happening. But I know several would love an update on Frankline. He's the boy we shared about almost two years ago to date. </div><div class="p1">You can read from two years ago here:</div><div class="p1">http://huffmansinkenya.blogspot.co.ke/2014/01/frankline.html?m=0</div><div class="p1"><br></div><div class="p1">And here:</div><div class="p1">http://huffmansinkenya.blogspot.co.ke/2014/02/frankline-update.html?m=0</div><div class="p1"><br></div><div class="p1">These were pictures from the first time we met him...</div><div class="p1"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRe-sTlGglwY04o2W9zcKiK-SySWKgiKR_egd4bZccGBsn_drTq4zTMWPfN70we-CDKhdDmc3rngd6Wf6bssiAnXVsP2m9ev61_UmeQiFyJzFXLYmV-1YpG6SDAK-5Wv6cfog_p-GPbY/s640/blogger-image-396502114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRe-sTlGglwY04o2W9zcKiK-SySWKgiKR_egd4bZccGBsn_drTq4zTMWPfN70we-CDKhdDmc3rngd6Wf6bssiAnXVsP2m9ev61_UmeQiFyJzFXLYmV-1YpG6SDAK-5Wv6cfog_p-GPbY/s640/blogger-image-396502114.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="p1"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGFvZJlLyTNRYbZYHgodHoU5dtIm26Wl3YtkSnjuwuDo3bTPGRCNwC7eotZgRgYbcylSL0fcFgW8BgD0UodOCzYdrNkhMQ1JUKjCEURayeyfzgLu1M2mtXw3c-T9ld579aIkRO5To2Cw/s640/blogger-image--1272676409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGFvZJlLyTNRYbZYHgodHoU5dtIm26Wl3YtkSnjuwuDo3bTPGRCNwC7eotZgRgYbcylSL0fcFgW8BgD0UodOCzYdrNkhMQ1JUKjCEURayeyfzgLu1M2mtXw3c-T9ld579aIkRO5To2Cw/s640/blogger-image--1272676409.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="p1"> He was living in a very dangerous and dark slum. The first time we visited him, we saw hope break through the darkness. We instantly fell in love with him and his mom and siblings. It was just one of those rare families you come across that you know their hearts are good and genuinely hunger for Jesus and for help that only Heaven can bring. His mom grew up most of her life an orphan. She was forced to be a house girl and watched a lot of tragedy happen through tribal clashes up on Mt. Elgon. Not ever wanting to get married because she had a bad view of men, she was then impregnated against her will several times while living in the slum. But from day one, she's loved her children and done the best she can. There's no doubt that she's so proud of her children and loves them deeply. Thanks to many of you, we were able to put Frankline in high school. He was one of those kids that just stood out. Super sweet, smart and humble. He never asked us for anything and has always been so grateful for every bit given him, even down to a pencil and eraser. At first, you could see in his eyes the hopelessness when it came to his future. We began to see God breathe life back into him as we were able to share the news that so many friends were going to pay for his first two years of high school. There's really nothin like those moments and we are blessed to get to see God radically move in lives and alter the destiny of a child in need. </div>
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Last month, we were in Kitale around Christmas time, rushing all over town to gather up goodies for our Mattaw's Christmas party. It was when we had to fill up with fuel for the car that God stopped us in our tracks. Frankline's mom found us as she had just been in a court case for her daughter. No longer were "things" for Christmas as important as we heard her share what happened recently. Her neighbour deceived her young teenage daughter into going to town to buy vegetables. Instead, she quickly found out that the neighbour had arranged for her to go and be a customer to an older man in a bar in a nearby slum. She was scared and felt she had no other choice. The man did unspeakable things to her. We could see the hurt and guilt in this moms eyes as she told the story. Not only was she now having to fight for justice for her daughter but now people in the slum were threatening to kill the mom and her children if the mom presses charges. You can bet that put a fire in our belly for justice. So we prayed and asked God what to do and how. I've faced SO many challenges lately where you <i>REALLY</i> have no other option than for God to bring a heavenly solution. All of these situations <i>REALLY</i> make my heart long for Jesus to come back. Like tomorrow would be a dream come true. The injustices we hear and see are unbearable without knowing Jesus has an answer. So we made sure she'd be safe overnight so that she could then come to the mattaw Christmas party with her kids and we could have more time to think of something. There's so many hurting and dying in this world, so many needing help, but when God puts the one in front of you.... you might know who I'm talking about. A situation where God says "THIS one. This one I want you to fight for -- to stand for -- to push against the odds and see them walk in victory". Just as Heidi Baker says "love looks like something". So we asked God, how do you want us to love this mom and her children. They came to the Christmas party and we all had such a good day celebrating. I observed how they had genuine smiles on their face the whole time and weren't concerned that they were about to run for their lives. There was no worry that they had no clue where they would go. Long story short, within the following week, a place was found for them. They are now tucked away safe. For now. This week we went to visit them and the mom was beyond happy to have us come in the little two rooms we're renting for her. One room empty with firewood she had gathered and the other room with their beds. Just enough to get by with filled a corner of the room. She pulled out passport size picture of her children to show us and brag on them again as she's always eager to do. She showed us the picture from Frankline's school when she visited him on parent's day. The school had taken a picture of her and Frankline and printed it for them. These little treasures she holds dear to her. She then shared how people are telling her about evil people from the slum who are looking for them. So we're asking God again, what now? We're asking for your prayers in a situation that we believe that God will once again bring hope in dark times. One way to also help is by donating funds to support them. Frankline has finished his first two years of school and is now in need of this years school fees. He has excelled in school and is in the top 15% of his entire grade. He still dreams of being a surgeon one day and helping lives physically. We also put his little brother in a school. The daughter was placed temporarily in a rescue centre until the mom can secure a safe home but she's wanting her daughter back. Any amount would help but our goal is $50 a month to cover rent and a few basic needs. Frankline's school fees are $450 for this year. The little brother's schooling, uniform and school supplies is $120. Any amount is a huge help. You can donate through paypal on the mattaw website: mattawchildren.com. And thank you for praying. We believe precious ones like this will make an impact on the world. An impact that helps to prepare the world for the return of Jesus. <br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-548518453401204492015-12-31T16:33:00.001-06:002015-12-31T16:33:31.799-06:00Changes and Cheers (to a NEW year!) Hello from 2016! It's looking OH SO great from this side. While most of you are still in 2015, I thought I'd finally write a blog that has been lingering in my heart for.... I dont know... like ....months. It's been one that words on a page just wasn't happening. I mentioned in the recent WOW post that we too have some personal WOWS that God has done in our little Huffman tribe. And well, it's time to go public with some of them. And they're good, no worries :). <div>
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This past year has by far been one of the BEST and at the same time, one of the most challenging years ever. There was a new depth of challenges that I had no idea we'd face when celebrating New Years last year. And thank goodness that our good Father doesn't show us more than we can handle, he knows our hearts too much to know that we might ruuuuunnnn far away if we only knew what lies ahead. OH but how much greater the victory when the battle is greater. He is incredibly faithful to be with us always and Jesus' power, that resurrection power that He puts within us, well... the gates of hell can not prevail against His church and those called according to His purposes. So we've learned, again, that if we would just trust --- sit still --- abide --- and believe God and His promises in His Word -- then all will be just right. So where am I going with this.... I've tried many times to sit and write this blog. But I was advised by one phenomenal God-fearing bestie of mine to copy and paste what we just sent out to our sponsors. Normally, all our sponsors get a personal note from us and we don't share with anyone else. This year, you get to get in on it. And I hope it'll also encourage you to sign up to sponsor one of our Mattaw Children! Because the need for more sponsors is still a great big one. So as you start out your New Year in 2016, would you consider sponsorship? It's the biggest need we have to be able to care for Mattaw Children's Village. </div>
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True to Kenyan culture, we greet you the Kenyan way: Greetings in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. We hope this finds you doing well this holiday season. Wow, what a year it has been within Mattaw Ministries. We have been blessed beyond our imagination. The Lord continues to lead, guide, protect and provide for those once forgotten. We are incredibly grateful for any small or big way you’ve been a part of seeing the gospel of the Kingdom expand and go forth here in Kenya. There have been SO many ways people have heard the call from our good Father to respond to the needs of the orphaned and widowed. We’ve had teenagers put on a 5k in their neighborhood to raise thousands of dollars for these children. Two children put up a lemonade stand to collect funds. That is such a classic fundraiser, but what beauty is shown of kids helping kids across the world. We can learn so much from children! We’ve also had those that want to be anonymous give in BIG ways that blow our minds on what big hearts of compassion the Lord forms in His church. Then there’s been people that also quietly give what they can which is sometimes a few dollars and lots of prayers. Oh how God loves a happy heart that gives out of love and obedience. And our sweet sponsors! What an answer to prayer EVERY -- SINGLE -- ONE of you is. It is through monthly sponsorship that we provide for our children. I could write a novel on the most creative ways God has brought in funds but I’ll just say this to all of you who know who you are --- whatever you’ve done to the least of these, you’ve done unto Jesus. And for that, we say THANK YOU. Our hearts are so full of gratitude.
This year, we’ve been through many great and hard times. We’ve watched our oldest children grow into young men and women. It has brought good and hard times. We’ve really pressed in to seek God’s wisdom for how to raise these chlidren into leaders, which is the heart and vision of Mattaw Children’s Village. As we continue to raise them, pray with us that they would make choices to seek God first and HIS Kingdom and then everything else will come into place. One huge answer to prayer was an organization called Joshua Blueprint. Ray and S’ambrosia are the founders and directors. They sat with us a little over a year ago and shared their heart and vision and asked if Mattaw could be their pilot project. They’re our age mates and we absolutely loved what big dreams and hearts they have. We could see that God could really use this to reach our older children in big ways. Their main mission is through the arts. They taught dance, vocals, instruments and drama. We can’t express our thanks enough for how God moved mightily in our children though the arts. Healing, hope, dreams and talents came alive in our children in the most creative ways!
A year ago, the Huffman family moved on site to Mattaw Children’s Village and we also moved the Sprouts Babies to Mattaw. We had planned to do this for a year and then had hoped we would buy more land and the baby home and Huffman’s home would be built there. As we continued to pray and seek our good Shepherd’s leading, He said once again that it isn’t the right time. So we laid those plans at His feet and let the dreams not die but know they will continue to grow until it is the right season to birth them. Our hope is to build a Sprouts baby home and Kimbilio girls home on new land and ask you pray with us for the right timing, right funds and the right laborers to come alongside! It’s always such a journey to plow through uncharted territory and see a God-given vision come to be in the physical. No doubt, heartache and stretching comes with it, but God is faithful and what He ordains will come to pass. We wil keep believing Him for all He says He will do.
The Huffman family also spent more time in Turkana this past year. You can find detailed updates on the Huffman’s blog. We saw many hearts turn to Jesus for the first time and so many healed and delivered. We love to see Jesus remove anything that hinders His perfect love from crashing in and transforming lives. He is such a good good Father in all His ways! We look forward to continuing this next year in Turkana and seeing the Kingdom of God expand whether it’s through medical trips, digging water wells, planting churches, equipping believers, hosting children’s camps or simply loving each life God puts in front of us.
We have been incredibly blessed with our long-term friend and volunteer, Rebecca. She’s been with us for around two years now. The timing of her coming was absolutely perfect in His will. She loved the Mattaw children oh so well. She especially did phenomenal with overseeing our Sprouts babies and helping set up the future for more sweet little treasures that will come to Mattaw. We are sad as her time on the ground volunteering is coming to an end but we rejoice looking back at all God has done through our time ministering together. We are also excited to see the next season of life God has for her as she will return stateside to pediatric nursing. We will deeply miss Rebecca but look forward to her trips back to visit!
This past year we also saw our Mizizi Women’s Ministry take off more. We’ve been supporting widows and single moms by sitting with them, hearing their stories, encouraging them with the Father’s love and provide basic needs like food and school fees for the grandchidren they’re left to care for. We have expanded to a new region called Pokot. There are some of the sweetest widows and teenage moms that we have fallen in love with. What a gorgeous place it is but the poverty runs deep. We’ve already seen many healed, saved, delivered and hope restored just through the simplicity of LOVE. His love never fails yall! Looking forward to this next year as we continue to love on the widows, single moms and teenage moms that God leads us to.
As we have shared, the Huffmans moved on-site of Mattaw Children’s Village a little over a year ago. The leading there was to spend one year empowering the leadership and knowing better how to help. It can sometimes be a challenge in this culture to know how to really help and sometimes it takes living day to day in the midst of the vision God gave us. At the beginning of this year, Bud and I felt such a stirring to start praying where God would have us live next. It seemed so obvious we would move onto new land and start the baby and girls home. But God had other plans. As we said, we laid those plans at His feet and knew now was not the time. However, we knew we were called to live there a year and then our little family would move. Part of the need to move was out of the expansion to Turkana. We saw we needed a quiet place to be refreshed before we went out. We absolutely love and adore our Mattaw family and have seen SO much growth in our leaders and children from the time we spent living there. But the reality is, we are the Directors and living on site was becoming a challenge to truly rest as a family. It has also always been the vision of Mattaw to empower and equip local Kenyan leaders to run with the vision of Mattaw without us there all of the time. With all that said, the short version is that the Huffman family has recently moved off site and to a town called Naivasha. Our role at Mattaw hasn’t changed at all. We will still travel to Mattaw once a month to stay on site and help give oversight. Bud will start flying up to Turkana once a month to do ministry there. The whole Huffman family will continue to go at least three times a year for a month at a time. We also plan to be in Pokot throughout the year. It has been transitions full of so much peace; and at the same time a very hard one. We are so thankful that the leaders and children at Mattaw handled the news well. Of course they were sad and some tears shed, but overall, there was so much peace in sharing the news with them.
As I am typing this, I have my parents and oldest son Caleb here in our new home with us. What a big surprise God has blessed us with this year! This is my parents first time to visit Kenya and it couldn’t have come at a better time. We had NO idea we’d get ALL our children home for Christmas this year but some super dear friends of ours made it possible for Caleb to travel here for Christmas.
I can’t go without saying something about our three littlest children. Elisha, Claire and Ezra have always been such a gift to us. As parents, we are all tempted with the thought of "are we doing what is best for our children?!" The enemy is sneaky but not new at trying to make us feel like we are making a mess of our children. I’ve had to constantly lay the burden down at His feet. He is oh so faithful every time to show us the best way to go in raising God fearing and God honoring children. They have great friends at Mattaw but have also had so much peace in transitioning to a new home. It’s not always easy to travel down the right way that Jesus leads us, but He does promise us shalom, peace down to our core and for that we are grateful to see and feel in our family.
This season, we pray and hope you too will find His peace in the midst of what looks like chaos in this world. One of His greatest promises is also not to ever leave or abandon us. He indeed is with us until the end of times. Jesus coming to this earth was the greatest gift the Father could give us. It meant He loved us, had good plans for His church and His bride, it meant Emmanuel: God with us. He is with us! So just as each child at Mattaw has been rescued from loneliness, abandonment, abuse, trauma, heartache and hunger, we too have been rescued and brought into the family of God. Just as our Mattaw children didn’t have to be convinced to receive food, love, comfort and shelter, we too are to be like children and just receive what God has for us. Because of Jesus, Emmanuel, God with us, there’s no more loneliness, just a good, good Father who cares for his children.
We love you BIG!
Kimberly (and Bud)
and our whole Huffman tribe
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Happy New Years from our family to you. Our prayer is that you would embrace all that God has for you this year. It's going to be quite the ride if you would just say yes to Him. He is trustworthy! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-46348754943639808412015-12-09T00:57:00.001-06:002015-12-09T02:59:15.281-06:00Daka, Dandelions and a rainy day in Paris<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RDHy4OHm2iVIpo9m5XIYnIO_3dCu1ZKga7b7B1_rPkNcU4P2N9Wwsm5FIrT7fOCJWd3xZtfkaD3LNTjCJahbwY_e_sDnjnL5BYcXCdeyzbuwmnzhk72QVg1JNwjc4ma5wyW3jjUbG1k/s640/blogger-image-1981115396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RDHy4OHm2iVIpo9m5XIYnIO_3dCu1ZKga7b7B1_rPkNcU4P2N9Wwsm5FIrT7fOCJWd3xZtfkaD3LNTjCJahbwY_e_sDnjnL5BYcXCdeyzbuwmnzhk72QVg1JNwjc4ma5wyW3jjUbG1k/s640/blogger-image-1981115396.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>The title of this post might make absolutely no sense at all but by the end of this, it'll all tie in together :). <div><br></div><div>Perspective is everything right? I've had this whole lesson of learning about perspective (again) rolling around in my brain. It has now become a giant snowball that needs to be thrown into words before it gets too heavy :-). So I will attempt to peck away at my phone in attempts to share my heart and snowball of emotions. Could get messy, I warned ya. And it'll be long. So grab a warm drink. </div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>"Discovery consists not in seeking new lands but in seeing with new eyes." Marcel Proust </i></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We can so easily paint in our head what life will be like. Or what the next event will turn out being. Or how good something will taste. How a friendship will be. What a picture taken will turn out like. Have you seen those pictures that are "Pinterest fails"? They CRACK. Me. Up. Because so often we can dream up some magnificent idea and it plops out on us. OOooorrr -- it can turn out perfect. Just as planned. I like those-- they give me warm fuzzies. Then there's also the "imperfect perfect" outcome. Which is where I often land. You know, where its a beautiful mess. Things don't end up like you expected, your perspective is shaken up like a snow globe -- but in the end ---Daddy God gives a new perspective that makes it even better than you could of imagined. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Last month we took the kids camping on this gorgeous lake. I went on a run and saw several dandelions. I hadn't seen any in a long time and thought how fun it'd be to pick them with the kids and take these stunning pictures of them blowing them with the lake in the background. It was a "Pinterest perfect" set up. But you know where this is going. It was not at all perfect. Elisha tried racing and competing with Claire and made her cry. Ezra fell in a hole and was bent out of shape. Claire blew most of the dandelions before we could get to the dock on the lake. Everyone was a little frazzled! However -- I did manage to snap a few. (Ignore the dirty fingernails)</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitN1tBeKu5zfzCWVWgHGaMg5BTP_dbpzYH2qoE7g-suG8u4TfFi056iXGNUDw8-VIZCWiw5HxIk1evZ1VJauiYCW47qLlEvR2cdijKX7rnQJsGFBDdyvJWaFeiLswgGjFRmu2HMPqKQP4/s640/blogger-image-918974137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitN1tBeKu5zfzCWVWgHGaMg5BTP_dbpzYH2qoE7g-suG8u4TfFi056iXGNUDw8-VIZCWiw5HxIk1evZ1VJauiYCW47qLlEvR2cdijKX7rnQJsGFBDdyvJWaFeiLswgGjFRmu2HMPqKQP4/s640/blogger-image-918974137.jpg"></a></div><br></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfHwp5hSRboNd_8hICmJyHBHPTwnC3fDWrrro-VPslyXlYVK19z_31xe1hO2TXkhoucWdzO7cfx0AiaslIFobsqrX6hYelDKq74r5Kt5CUUCsGxZiQgG5m9X0D_eLrzW5Z4QGH-2b1UA/s640/blogger-image-631720111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfHwp5hSRboNd_8hICmJyHBHPTwnC3fDWrrro-VPslyXlYVK19z_31xe1hO2TXkhoucWdzO7cfx0AiaslIFobsqrX6hYelDKq74r5Kt5CUUCsGxZiQgG5m9X0D_eLrzW5Z4QGH-2b1UA/s640/blogger-image-631720111.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7Duj_hQ7h4pLmVuSIQxsVw1oWa-LFdJOurI6W20k_AiPmqWVrWK5HhNoFOtvdYSrKOpuSpc-fJikWDoo76-jgklNUtQI2GgKn2HKbnA_g5lPkSVYCYiKuJg0xXdAmdIsLhJDIJB_Eyw/s640/blogger-image--909545540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7Duj_hQ7h4pLmVuSIQxsVw1oWa-LFdJOurI6W20k_AiPmqWVrWK5HhNoFOtvdYSrKOpuSpc-fJikWDoo76-jgklNUtQI2GgKn2HKbnA_g5lPkSVYCYiKuJg0xXdAmdIsLhJDIJB_Eyw/s640/blogger-image--909545540.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Not at all perfect like I envisioned. But once I put the phone away, all was well. Of course it was :). It was a beautiful mess. We sat and watched the sky light up with color and enjoyed a lovely sunset. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've had this idea in my head for quite awhile now that I wanted to touch the Eiffel tower. Like literally walk up and touch it and it'd be this glorious moment of pure bliss. After 10 years of praying, my mom is getting to fulfill her dream of visiting us in Kenya and loving on our Mattaw babies. My dad booked the tickets and discovered they could stop over in Paris on the way. So we planned that I would meet them there and travel into Kenya with them. And I would get to touch the tower ;-). Weeks in advance, I booked us tickets to the tower. I was ready. Did you know --- the Eiffel Tower is MASSIVE?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy85_u4n6iwBqV0LvIyv-hHgeJzA79KCZiV3ONro3YJbShPJamrwvK3i-b5uwu0cK4ANTpZTHGtRkm4efcQ1ht2Pvumj1U34r6CBeVVUbQjFZUNhIGdlI4nlbxxDuz0dDdxOiWD78UM0I/s640/blogger-image-119010107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy85_u4n6iwBqV0LvIyv-hHgeJzA79KCZiV3ONro3YJbShPJamrwvK3i-b5uwu0cK4ANTpZTHGtRkm4efcQ1ht2Pvumj1U34r6CBeVVUbQjFZUNhIGdlI4nlbxxDuz0dDdxOiWD78UM0I/s640/blogger-image-119010107.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> had no idea. But it was better than I expected. We had already been in Paris several days and every day was beautiful sunny weather. But of course, not the Eiffel tower day. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Come rain or shine, we were going though. But upon arriving to the tower, I realized I wasn't just going</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">to walk up and touch it. Ha. Once we got up to the second floor, I found a place where I could actually touch the steel beams. Did I mention the clouds were dumping buckets of cold water on Paris that day? And the wind was a bit wild. I get cold so easy so my lips were purple and my fingers numb --- but I touched it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn00HMxJQt2u8E5MfP8hJoGXv2JJG1gFhN19Y7njx1Ywfwsz2FvC_tSSL8ScT90oLdaseFhcA4FMC165pPUuYVtB71sFhI_hjWabcp9QlpK1mw9YUVUdVtA__FryonIcEREj8hxKuUhOQ/s640/blogger-image-407942080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn00HMxJQt2u8E5MfP8hJoGXv2JJG1gFhN19Y7njx1Ywfwsz2FvC_tSSL8ScT90oLdaseFhcA4FMC165pPUuYVtB71sFhI_hjWabcp9QlpK1mw9YUVUdVtA__FryonIcEREj8hxKuUhOQ/s640/blogger-image-407942080.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And it was not at all a "Pinterest perfect" picture. My phone died right after this picture (another incident that appeared to be a fail) so when I charged my phone and turned it on that night, I couldn't help but laugh at myself for the terrified look I have on my face in a moment that I was really happy but outwardly I was FREEEEZING. But perspective is everything :-). We looked out over the city and I found beauty through the rain. I decided that my perspective is that the best way to see Paris from the Eiffel Tower was in the rain. Perspective y'all! Having new eyes to see is definitely a choice. It was absolutely gorgeous to see the lights come on in the city and there be a tad bit of fog settling in. We then went up to summit at the very top. And the tower is so tall that we were pretty much in a cloud. Ha! We couldn't see anything. Nothing. No whimsical city. Nothin. So we stood in another line, in the cold, and down we went back to the second balcony. We found a place to have warm drinks and laugh about our experience. We then had to wait in another line to leave the second balcony -- we were in the cold rain again -- and decided to pretend to be Mary Poppins with our umbrella and we spent time telling God all the things we were thankful for. Because a heart of thankfulness will sure change your perspective! But we gave people a good laugh (and made the grumpy people even grumpier, lol). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But through life experiences, I learn (again) about letting God give me new eyes to see thing. We can't change what happens to us, but we can lean into what God is teaching us and HE can give us a whole new perspective. A heavenly one. Now --- if I had my preachy pants on -- I could get deep with that spiritual lesson. But I'll save that for a rainy day. Ha. That's not today though :). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Where I'm trying to get to and end this post is about my friend and such a dear partner in missions, Daka. </div></span></div></div><div><br></div><div>My eyes become watery and nose burning as I look back at the last couple of years and think of the journey I've had with Daka. </div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes you have this perspective. Her and I both did. That we'd be walking together in the same country for life. No doubt, we always kept the future open to whatever God wanted. And no doubt, we have a friendship for life. But our sweet Father is changing the path for this next season. OH MY heart, how hard it is. But we know -- to our core -- it's right. And it's what the Lord has. Rebecca will be headed back stateside in January to go back to nursing. She loves children with a fierce kind of love that has no limits. We are thankful for how she loved big and well as part of Mattaw. I know she will bless and love many more children stateside too. There's a field to harvest in America too so I guess you can have her America ;-). The season here was God ordained and a HUGE help to oversee the sprout babies we have and to help prepare for the Sprout babies we will have in future. And I just decided my snowball of emotions are now puddles from my eyes so I can't see to type well. I'll close with some pictures, sweet memories. </div><div><br></div><div>Just know this Daka, you are so loved. You're in the hearts of your Mattaw family forever. You'll always be auntie Rebecca to my wazungu children. You will always have a place in Kenya to call home. And Maria will always have a chapter in her life where you were "her person" --- aka Daka --- aka mama. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBaU5eWA-K5OGFwQtIKNa4GiTpJV8VwrQX5GKzvZeu_qRqJluAfl0j7MJTkqvqUkg9JVA0kbN1htsFbmzdN8E-gdD6Y6Pkf20wMOhyZ6WGY8i137zpJnw9DEHjpch2pGwYqzN3fe8ELg/s640/blogger-image-1834163326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBaU5eWA-K5OGFwQtIKNa4GiTpJV8VwrQX5GKzvZeu_qRqJluAfl0j7MJTkqvqUkg9JVA0kbN1htsFbmzdN8E-gdD6Y6Pkf20wMOhyZ6WGY8i137zpJnw9DEHjpch2pGwYqzN3fe8ELg/s640/blogger-image-1834163326.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSSJRmdbLTz9dVJYhfekrf6pR6DUo3sXs3Sb9TYwf_cYLX0RHNj1hwHDiLmar1iOxXHEa-vUmF3J9TsC0gjTa4XFTaVGlgcsX0NVH7-fWHRbOk9JhaDirVPUXExMsv2C6Cjb_nzzjgtk/s640/blogger-image--144482826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So after we get through the tears, we will laugh at the good and crazy times. Love you dearly my friend. </div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-83920168892917889182015-12-02T14:19:00.002-06:002015-12-02T14:19:39.921-06:00It is like wow. Hi y'all,<br />
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It's been awhile and do we ever have a load of updates. They are like --- wow. Ha.<br />
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Recently there was a Kenyan man talking to us about the high price of something and he said "The price --- It is like --- WOW" so that's where I'm getting that expression :). We tend to find good expressions in other cultures that make us smile :-).<br />
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Before I get to the personal wow update, this post is to share about a recent "Red Carpet" awards ceremony that our Mattaw Children had<br />
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Joshua Bluprint is the organization that has been training our oldest children for the past year in dance, drama, instruments and vocals. And lemme tell you. It is -- in the best way possible --- WOW. The talent that they've pulled out of our children is absolutely beautiful. It has helped restore souls and give hope. They would not at all take any credit for it, giving God the honor HE deserves, but we are sure thankful for their obedience to the call and mandate God has given them for Joshua blueprint.<br />
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The event took place last week on Friday afternoon. They had a red "tarpet" (tarp instead of carpet because sometimes you just improvise with what you can find here :). The "stars" of each video took pictures and everyone else joined in too. They were all dolled up and looking oh so smart (saying you look smart is like us saying beautiful or handsome). They gave out awards, certificates and even cute little trophys to the top performers that excelled not just in talent but in character too.<br />
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They showed us videos and below I'm sharing a few. It might be the mama in me but I think these videos should go worldwide! This first one is Mary. She wrote this song herself which just says WOW in a million ways. So if you're led to, please share on any social media!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-80073875293812175472015-11-16T11:08:00.000-06:002015-11-16T23:51:01.073-06:00Mamas on the Mountain<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">What do you do when faced with so much heartache --- many will write and ask me how do we handle it. Well, I don't. I hear the Father whisper "I gave you a heart that would hurt for those hurting but not a heart to carry the hurt. Lay it down daughter and I exchange it for my words that breath out life and healing in the midst of hurt." Sometimes my flesh screams that it's too much to bear. Sure, there are times I want to run and hide and protect my little flock. But I'm reminded they really aren't mine but </span><i style="font-family: Helvetica;">His</i><span style="font-family: "helvetica";"> kids that </span><i style="font-family: Helvetica;">HE</i><span style="font-family: "helvetica";"> has entrusted us with. It takes this brave courage--- one that has no earthly explanation. When you rip lives out of the pit of hell, they don't want another mission strategy or elegant 5 point sermon. They need straight up Jesus. We need Jesus. It takes this brave faith to truly believe He really is enough. His love is enough. Just believe. This faith He gives --- it isn't just pretty word on a coffee mug or a sign hung in a house. It is radical and it takes you places you have no explanation of how you got there except you said yes and truly believed it can only be Jesus. <i>The world is shaking but we can't lose sight of HIM. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">So this past Saturday. There were all these details. Details that our good good Daddy God so intricately weaved together to form for His glory and goodness. I have this husband of mine, a man I'm so gifted with. He saw to it that the loose ends of my brain were tied up... all things needing to be in order logistically to be able to go. The vehicle... driver... fuel... spare tire... shoes bought for widows... all the right sizes... picked up, paid for and loaded... AND... he stayed home with the kids. It's just like Jesus and how He cares for His church, full of grace. So we set out down a road. A road less travelled. The road took us through rolling hills and up into these epic mountains. You drive up and around then down and through river beds. Unlike Turkana, these river beds had water. The land is green and I saw some of the most gorgeous, big trees I've ever seen. <i>Like</i> Turkana, there were camels along the way :). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">Once we found ourselves at the end of the road, we cut through someone's "yard" and drove on a foot path for about 30 more minutes up and around the mountain a bit more until we came to where cars can no longer go. From there, we hiked up to sweet Mary's place where the view is stunning and it looks like you're literally are at the end of the world. We were greeted by some of the loveliest people. Then they sat us in the middle of Mary's homestead where we overlooked the edge of the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">And you know--- When all is stripped away --- And you sit. When the glamor of missions is stripped away. When a person isn't seen as a project but this beautiful soul that God formed for Himself. When you just sit --- and the labels fall off. And you really just sit. Sit and listen to these LIVES. When they aren't a good picture for a website or a story to fit your mission statement. But they're people that simply love Jesus. It's so real and well, hard to fit into words. These women that we had the privilege of sitting and listening to --- we heard them sing of Gods glory and they gave Him praise for the life Jesus gave them. There was something so raw and beautiful about seeing these women for who they are and <i>whose</i> they are. But oh my, the brokenness and poverty they've come from is unreal. Only God could redeem such lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">For all that have asked --- I did manage to snap a few pics, realizing that all of you that have intently prayed and gave to these women should get a little glimpse of what happened. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">I went with Dorcas (our head teacher in Mattaw Academy and she also oversees Mizizi women's ministry) and we also took three older mattaw girls. Dorcas comes alive when she loves on these women. The girls loved on everyone big and served well. The most precious and powerful part of the day, I didn't get any pictures. No way was I pulling out a camera or even thinking about it in such a heaven-invading-earth-moment. But I know one day in heaven, it'll be a good show to watch and remember with Jesus :). That moment was one where people gave their lives to Jesus, some delivered from witchcraft, healing from sickness and so many wrecked by the Fathers love. There was A LOT that Jesus did, but some moments are just too deep for words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">We gave out the shoes that so many of you gave funds for. We also handed out food and supplies. That was better than Christmas for me to sit back and watch. I snuck around to the back of the crowd and attempted to hide and watch. The children sniffed me out :-) -- but man, was I ever glad. Because I stood there watching them laugh and beat a drum...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">...but I could see in their eyes sickness and hurt. And then Holy Spirit highlighted again, just like he did with the widows back in July, that the children need shoes. So you bet we will give ways to give and we will get those sweet little wounded feet covered. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">I watched around 45 women put on brand new shoes and instantly become like little girls getting their first pair of ballet shoes. God is so brilliant in how He can show His love through new shoes. These women danced, ran around and were sure to give thanks where thanks was due-- to our sweet Daddy God. But it was made possible by many of you saying yes to God and being a huge part in this. So from the bottom of our heart --- THANK YOU. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">One of the main widows, Sophia, got up at the end to say a word of thanks and a lot of other meaningful words that I wish I had recorded. But the thing that stood out the most is she said "we've walked on many stones and thorns for much of our life and we thank God for feet to walk. But now we have shoes we can go further in and spread the gospel". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">Well, you know me, I could go on and on but I'll let a few more pics tell the rest....</span><br />
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And here's our beautiful new logo. Mizizi is the swahili word for "root". <span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> Our heart is for these precious women to be rooted in Christ and that we could come alongside and help remove the oh so many burdens they selflessly carry. And when you see those gorgeous wrinkles in the widows face, you just know there's a depth and roots to their story and we love to sit and hear those stories. And we'll keep sitting --- Listening --- And learning. </span></div>
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YALL! I HAVE to share this incredible testimony of God's great goodness. Our kids at Mattaw sing a song that says "we serve a miracle working God, we serve a miracle working God.... He's the alpha and omega, we serve a miracle working God. You are my Papa, hey, yeah, yeah. You are my Papa, hey, God of miracles". OH how true that IS! From the mouth of babes. He is a God full of miracles. This is a story to give God all glory and credit. He has blown our minds with His goodness, power and mercy. This is a long story but hang in there until the end! The best part is at the end. </div>
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This story is about one of the strongest mamas in the world. She's quite the example of a life full of strength and determination. Towards the end of July, we got a phone call letting us know one of our mamas at the Kimbilio Girls Home was in a motorcycle accident. Her son was driving her to work that morning and another motorcycle collided into them. The other driver knocked heads with Mama Agnes and she fell to the ground with a leg and arm injury. They rushed her to the hospital and she stood in line from 9am up until 2pm when she fainted and went into a coma. We kept getting updates for a few hours after that until it reached the point of urgency. It felt like if we didn't show up, she would be neglected in the hospital. Rebecca and I went, not knowing any idea what we could do and knew there was nothing financially we had ourself to give at the time... But God said go. <i>Sometimes, you just gotta show up.</i> So we did. Praise the Lord for those nudges He gives us to go. I was shocked when we got to the hospital. She was on a stretcher in the entry way to a ward. In a coma. With oxygen on. Which we later found out that the oxygen was basically just for show. She was also laying flat and her head turned to the side. Which also could have made the brain bleed spread to other parts of her brain. Nurse Rebecca got on the phone with Dr's and ICU nurses from the states and they started coaching her through some tests in order to give us some sort of a clue as to how serious this was. Oh and the ward she was in the entry way to was for burn victims that needed surgery. There was at least 200 people in this room with maybe 50 beds. And I think we counted 3 nurses on duty. None of which were tending to Mama Agnes. So Rebecca starts doing some general tests to see how bad of a coma she is in. And almost all of those 200 patience were watching us. We at least made some sweet little kids smile that looked like they were in a lot of pain. So Rebecca went at it, things like pressing a pen on places on her toes and fingernail beds. (excuse my lack of medical terms here!) There was no response. And then we sent the brain scan that they had taken earlier in the day and we found it wasn't looking good. Around 7pm, we figured out she wasn't going to be given any attention and she needed to be transferred to an ICU in another region. We went to the hospital admin room and they started making calls to hospitals to see if anyone would take her. We called around 4 major cities and all ICU rooms were full. They didn't have numbers to some hospitals so we were on the hunt down. Eventually we got through to a private hospital in a town 1 1/2 hours away and they accepted her. Miracle. We put out word on social media of the urgent need, the hospital required a pretty big deposit up front. SO many people responded! Miracle. We then were able to find an ambulance. Miracle. Ha. We then got her loaded up after waiting for 30 plus minutes. </div>
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They loaded her up. And all the medical people left in a scramble to go get stuff. Not sure what stuff. But there we were, just us and Mama Agnes. Then we find out the ambulance needs fuel so we have to run to Rebecca's house to grab money and meet the ambulance at the gas station. At this point, Rebecca and I are like "what is going on?!". They fill up and drive off to Eldoret. Upon arrival, they pay the deposit and realize she needs emergency brain surgery. It "just so happens" that the ONLY brain surgeon that serve three regions and usually is on rotation, well he was THERE. And within 10 minutes of arrival, they started brain surgery. Miracle. They felt it was successful and admit her into the ICU. Praise the Lord! A few days later, we went to visit and were so heartbroken to see her still in a coma. We could hardly recognize her because of the swelling from surgery. Oh but then we felt the tangible presence of Jesus. The nurses were SO kind and attentive to Mama Agnes. They told us she hadn't opened her eyes yet but encouraged us to talk to her because she could hear us. So I was believing in faith that she was going to open her eyes. We talked with her and she would struggle hard to respond with movement. We held her hands, prayed over her and kept speaking LIFE. I kept telling her how much time we had left with her until they kicked us out so we REALLY wanted our Mama to open her eyes. We would ask her to squeeze our hand and she did a few times. Then when we had just a few minutes left, Mama Agnes opened her eyes for us! Oh what a boost of faith it gave us. Over the next couple of weeks, she fought hard and God was healing her. Eventually she woke up and the whole Mattaw family rejoiced. We went to visit her a few weeks later with Brandy and Lauren, from our home church that flew in for a week. They prayed and wow, was the presence of the Lord SO thick. Brandy heard the Father say "it's because of her great love for me that she is healed" and she kept speaking that over Agnes. I asked Agnes if she really knows Jesus and tears began to roll down her cheek as she said in swahili how much she loves Jesus. At this point, she was in a wheel chair, couldn't walk yet, couldn't see much, had slurred speech and was in a lot of pain. Not to mention half her head shaved with a wound and stitches from surgery. Her arm was also severely broken in two places. We SAW the X-ray of it. They couldn't operate until her hospital bill was cleared and she could pay for the surgery. They said it was VERY urgent to get surgery though, otherwise it would have to be amputated. Miracle after miracle as individuals gave to cover costs. Oh how Papa God LOVES His children. We then leave, trusting she will be healed. Over the next week the bills were paid and she was transferred to a hospital next door so that she could have a surgery on her arm for a bit cheaper. They then needed more blood for her so her family beautifully offered and gave. We kept seeing moments like this through the whole journey where her family would do anything they could. Before we knew people would give to her hospital bill, the family was preparing to sell off their farm land to cover expenses. SO... about that arm. She finally was able to go into surgery. They had her in line to be next and the Dr wanted one more X-ray before operating. </div>
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Like, seriously! Glory to GOD! The Dr informs the family that he is unable to operate on her arm because there's no problem! So she was able to be discharged and sent home. Over the past two months, she's been home and healing. We went to visit her today and I was COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED by the LOVE of God displayed in this woman's life. She walked out of her home to greet us, there's the first sign of a miracle. </div>
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She was able to have full conversations with us in swahili AND english. We talked about what she remembers before going into a coma and also she remembered Brandy and Lauren praying with her. We were able to share testimony with her and how many people across the sea were praying and loving her big. Oh my heart. My heart literally exploded with thankfulness. I could hardly believe what a sign and wonder her life is. She couldn't stop praising God and telling me to tell everyone thank you. So I am. From Mama Agnes to all those that gave and prayed: THANK YOU! </div>
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Today, my perspective on life was flipped upside down... again. There's a fight in this woman to live that is so contagious. And a deep gratitude that she carries for every big and small thing in life. Keep on keepin on regardless the battle you face. <span id="goog_1030586017"></span></div>
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Hey y'all, it's been awhile since I've written about our precious Mattaw watoto (children in Swahili). Our current focus and need at Mattaw is within the school. I wanted to share a little bit about some of the testimonies of our children in case you're new this year to Mattaw Children's Village. We are blessed to have some of the most brilliant children on the planet. They've pressed against all odds to defeat labels society put on them. In order to protect the children's privacy, I won't be using names or pictures of them. So join us as we continue to walk with these children through life and see them raised up as leaders.<br />
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Some of our children started out school for the first time at 12 years old. Some sat in crowded classrooms, being pushed along through each grade and going unnoticed. They weren't actually learning and often had to miss school due to school fees, lack of food or because those in charge of them would make them work instead of go to school. This has been a common story for our children. One girl in particular, also faced abuse everyday on her way home from school. By the time she was rescued, we found she hardly knew her abc's at 10 years old yet had been attending school since she was 4. Abuse and neglect has a huge negative affect when it comes to school. But what a beautiful transformation takes place when a child is placed in an environment where they're safe and loved. When they are accepted into a family and called sons and daughters. When they are given an opportunity to thrive and let go of the past. It's a work only God can do in someone. We've seen God breath new dreams into children and they have a determination in them that no one can stop. One dream belongs to a girl who almost died at a young age due to aids. Her mom died of it then she herself became hospitalized. God miraculously restored her and she's been thriving and healthy since we brought her into a home at Mattaw 7 years ago. She now dreams of being a nurse and helping children that are like she once was. Education is of huge value in this culture. It gives children hope in their future. It helps them see that they can overcome poverty and be a leader in the area of influence God has called them to. A lot of times, when we first rescue children, we ask what they want to be when they grow up and they can't answer us. This is often because they've come from such a fight in life that the option to even dream was taken from them at a young age. Once we see just a glimpse of God's healing at work in them, we start to hear them begin to dream. <br />
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Several weeks ago, we took our oldest children to Nairobi for the first time. This was called a field trip but it was more of a vision trip to help expand their dreams for their future and inspire them in their school work. We visited the school that we get our school material from. We have our children on the A.C.E (accelerated christian education) curriculum. It's not common in our region for children to have this type of schooling so it was helpful for them to see so many students in Nairobi doing what they are. This school was incredibly kind to host our students for two nights. Our students were paired with host families who have children in this school. It was huge for our children to see how much we value their education, to the point of pay a higher price for their schooling. They saw many well known people who have placed their children in this school and on the same curriculum as them. It build up their confidence and most importantly let them know they're loved BIG. We also took them to a university so they could see where a lot of students that go through this curriculum go and where they too could go. It was this huge beautiful campus full of opportunities. It was all a good type of overwhelming to them. So they were very quiet most of the trip as they just soaked it all in. It spurred on some great conversations though. The mission of the trip was accomplished and they went back home to Mattaw full of hope. </div>
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So here's where we are asking for your help! We need so much prayer over all of our students and our school. Please pray for their minds to continue to heal from their past so they can continue to thrive in school. Pray that they would be able to dream God given dreams and fulfill them. Pray for their teachers who are also key in helping raise our leaders. Another way to get involved is financially. For our next order of books for all of Mattaw students, we need $3,000. Any amount helps! You can donate on the website: www.mattawchildren.com and go to the donate tab. <br />
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To all of those that have been walking this journey with us for a long time, we can't say thank you enough. And for those new to walking with us, we are so thankful God has led you to us! Our mission is to Rescue a Life, Redeem a Soul and Release the Kingdom of God. We can't do it alone so THANK you for hearing from God to walk the walk and not just talk about it. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-72534879087225224812015-10-21T01:57:00.001-05:002015-10-21T02:06:38.277-05:00Happy fall y'all! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Happy fall y'all! I have about 172 posts I could of updated on here since the last time I wrote. But before I get to some of those updates, I'll start with a fun light-hearted one about the physical season change.</div>
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Somehow this picture popped up on my iPad, so I just had to start this fall themed post with it! That's our one and only girl at 2 years old in a pumpkin patch. It was a rare season of us being stateside for the fall. Nowadays our children have no idea what a pumpkin patch is. However, they do know it's harvest season in Kenya. <br />
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When I went to Congo, my missionary friends there taught me a new positive phrase for living in a culture you weren't raised in. Rather than having "culture shock" (which is a real thing and I'm not trying to throw the baby out with the bath water) you can turn your perspective for good and they called it "culture appreciation". So that is sort of what I'm doing here :). We miss seasons in America. I very much miss Friday night lights during this time of year. But there are definitely great things here in the season changes. There are small ways that are actually similar. <br />
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All around Mattaw Children's Village, maize is being harvested. 80% of the countries' maize is grown in the region we live in. Recently we took a road trip and on the way stopped to get some of the best roadside maize you can find this time of year. After living here for so long, you learn little things like this. When maize is freshly harvested and roasted the right way, it can be oh so sweet and tasty. <br />
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The above picture was snapped on the way to Naivasha. On the way back from Nairobi, my husband fulfilled one of his goals he has kept on this on going list he has in the back of his head. I love the motivation and passion he has to see things checked of this list. So he finally bought turkeys. And he bought them off the side of the road. There was something more adventurous about roadside turkeys. These turkeys should be advertised as miraculous little birds. They survived being in a box in the back of our vehicle that went over MANY bumps and through massive pot holes. They also had three curious children that kept trying to see what they are and what they'll do when poked. We've named them Gululu (the word for Turkey in Swahili) and GobbleGobble. So they'll be a fun new project around the Mattaw Farm. The goal of this project is Thanksgiving dinner. But we are not sure they will be invited to that dinner this year or not :). <br />
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This last weekend we celebrated our second oldest son's birthday. Ian has been part of our family since 2007. He has always been quiet but confident. We've loved watching God grow him into a young man and bring out such strong leadership characteristics. He is also a very opinionated young man. He knows what he likes and doesn't like. He does not like icing on cake, popcorn or cookies. He does like salad, pumpkin bread and banana bread. So for his birthday we had salad and pumpkin bread. <br />
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Making pumpkin bread was a nice taste of fall. That and the combination of what they say is El Nino, has provided a sense of fall for us here. At a time it would usually be getting hotter and dryer, it is now cooler with more rain. </div>
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SO, when I went to search for my chocolate chip pumpkin bread recipe, I noticed I had posted about it five years ago. Since then, I've given this recipe out about a hundred times and figured I should share it again. And side note: ignore the sugar content! I originally found this recipe in a runner's world magazine as a snack that was suggested to eat to help refuel after a run. So SURELY it's good for you :). I also found that it's less calories when shared with family and friends :). And here's the link for the original post if you want to know how to easily turn pumpkins here into mush and use in recipes: <a href="http://huffmansinkenya.blogspot.co.ke/2010/10/happy-pumpkin-month.html">http://huffmansinkenya.blogspot.co.ke/2010/10/happy-pumpkin-month.html</a></div>
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All this inspired me pulling out what fall decor I have here. That involves a free printable off pinterest to go in a frame at our entry way. And a squirrel out of the beanie babies left over from what teams brought. Hey, it's the little things :). <br />
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More updates to come! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-17019687016756370052015-08-25T10:14:00.001-05:002015-08-26T01:43:21.215-05:00Restoration in a Turkana Family.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UQFyRuTVXzuKoMzMwZxF0ndMPXR7pmRRWgvaCewe38FuKo_4A1n4VPLiEYlDwpIPkfgBa3bF4WfMbtZ0ibad99X4od_ljQJ0Z8DqN6JwzDn4Tj0aJesRdn3o3R_LsS6VF_eSkNLYXfg/s640/blogger-image--1147097867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UQFyRuTVXzuKoMzMwZxF0ndMPXR7pmRRWgvaCewe38FuKo_4A1n4VPLiEYlDwpIPkfgBa3bF4WfMbtZ0ibad99X4od_ljQJ0Z8DqN6JwzDn4Tj0aJesRdn3o3R_LsS6VF_eSkNLYXfg/s640/blogger-image--1147097867.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Warning: this is a long story! But I think it's worth your time :-). So grab some coffee... Or sweet tea (just don't tell me if its chickfila :-) )</div><div><br></div>Sometimes I have to pinch myself in moments like the one I'm going to share with you today. I ask Papa how is it I get to see these incredible stories of restoration. And he whispers back "Everyone has a chance at not only being part of people's stories but you yourself have a story of redemption in Me. Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see God". Sometimes for us to be in awe of God and be so overwhlemed by other's stories of redemption, we must let him purify our hearts. And then we see Him, but not always like we think we will. He makes our hearts beat with His until we are walking to the beat of His heart and His ways. It has nothing to do with us. Nothing we can do in and of ourself. We simply say yes and have a willing heart. It's all for His glory. His goodness. His testimony. <div><br></div><div>On this journey we walk, one step at a time, every beat in tune with God, you suddenly find yourself asking questions like this one: How do I get to see these incredible stories of redemption? Because then you see people's stories from His perspective. They're beautiful. <div><br></div><div>"...for they will see God" </div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes on this earth, the way we see God is through other peoples stories. He manifest His presence through people that are restored. This story I share is one of lives being resued, restored, healed, delivered and then this beautiful time of restoration with the family we originally rescued them from. So may you be blessed and encouraged with us too!</div><div><br></div><div>It has been our mission and mandate since establishing Mattaw Children's Village in 2007. </div><div><br></div><div><b>RESCUE</b> a life</div><div><b>REDEEM</b> a soul. </div><div><b>RELEASE</b> the Kingdom. </div><div><br></div><div>He just keeps bringing it to new depths. <br><div><br></div><div>If you haven't yet met two of our girls, let me introduce you. They are our oldest set of twin girls, Mercy and Jennifer. Since we have many Mercy's, she goes by Ebei (pronounced: EBay), her Turkana name. Yes, these girls are originally from Turkana. When their mom passed away when they were young, the girls were separated. Jenifer went to live with an aunt who is about 10 minutes from Mattaw. The aunt was the only option for Jenifer at the time and when we met them, it was a very difficult situation that Jenifer was living in. Ebei was sent back up to Turkana to a remote village. She took care of her grandmother, cleaned house and looked after animals. When our social worker, Humphrey, introduced us to Jenifer in 2009, we found out about her twin. They started to call the relatives in the village where Ebei was, to tell them the opportunity was there for Ebei to be back with her sister and they would be able to go to school. The grandmother wasn't too trustworthy of us. Which is understandable and we were glad she cared for Ebei enough to want to know who we are. So the uncle visited and saw what a great opportunity it was. Thankful God brought <i><b>justice</b></i> for Ebei. Soon the girls were reunited at 8 years old in 2010 and we welcomed them into Raha (Joy) house. At the time, it was the second house to open at Mattaw Children's Village. When Ebei came to Mattaw, she told us that she was never go back to Turkana. The living conditions were harsh, especially for a 9 year old girl. Since coming into a family at Mattaw, we've seen both girls radically changed by God's love. They've been raised up in a godly family. They both have also become leaders. They're now 14 and full of life, love and pursuing talents. Jenifer loves to lead worship and Ebei loves to dance. We are so thankful for this past year of having the organization Joshua Blueprint come in and train up our teenagers in their talents such as dance, drama, singing and instruments. (That was a nice little side note of testimony)</div></div><div><br></div><div>Last year we took a group of Mattaw children and a few house parents to Turkana for our first mission trip with Mattaw Family. It was the first time we felt our older kids and house parents were well equipped to now be the missionaries. So much fire and power in this mission of raising missionaries from within this country! Ebei was at the point in her life where she was ready to go. We didn't feel this was the trip to see family yet. And we also weren't sure where their village was or if we were even welcomed to come. </div><div><br></div><div>This year, when talking to the kids about coming for another mission, this time being a different place and doing the M4 Kids Camp, Jenifer and Ebei were more than excited to come. One call after another and we had the invite from their family to visit. Turns out, it's about an hour and a half drive from where we now base out of in Turkana. We weren't really sure what to expect but we showed up and saw God beautifully restore the family and these girls. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsDagrG88_qvgHpHMtuDZKjfis3C3BgrY5awgpj0_uR2fW416HWXy43vs3tcmq99sicqqt6Mvinz5wASYigsf_WDwFSAo7mJNvjgdNDUoG_6PplPTZyBWAqnarGeSIoo4RBXssC_eNJ8/s640/blogger-image-1021116901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsDagrG88_qvgHpHMtuDZKjfis3C3BgrY5awgpj0_uR2fW416HWXy43vs3tcmq99sicqqt6Mvinz5wASYigsf_WDwFSAo7mJNvjgdNDUoG_6PplPTZyBWAqnarGeSIoo4RBXssC_eNJ8/s640/blogger-image-1021116901.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This is the grandmother. We gathered in a circle under a big tree and the uncle gave introductions. They shared many stories and went through who each family member was. It was so healing for our girls. The grandmother gave a speech and had us all laughing. She's a funny lady! And no language barrier could keep us from knowing that. They were translating from the turkana language to swahili and then swahili to English. At one point, one of our Mattaw house moms that was with us suggested to me to have the girls present the grandmother with their lesso. A lesso is a piece of cloth used for MANY purposes. It can be a skirt, an apron when cleaning or cooking, it can tie up a baby on your back, it can be a blanket to sit on the ground on, you can carry stuff like firewood in it like a sack or it can cover your items you are storing in your house. I'm sure the uses are endless. Kenyans can be so resourceful, I love to learn. So I whisper to Jenifer to go grab her lesso from the vehicle. She does and the family proceeds to finish speeches. Everyone finishes and it's the girl's turn to talk last. They bring the lesso to the grandmother. The relatives are explaining to grandma that the girls are gifting her with a lesso. The girls helped grandma stand up and we all were in tears as we watched grandma cry because of the love the girls showed her. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacWvANe8iXy2oH6gxClQjFRhqOW0cw4atjdW3M5n0ofRR-taNyPTH0aGhYM2jIGVHfhdR-B7JwIB5No2GuXFYwX8JdPKLu8JeNggK4Q-2sg4pT5lrPxU97H14Asq_hF19c9gwMHlWsl8/s640/blogger-image--1941656313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacWvANe8iXy2oH6gxClQjFRhqOW0cw4atjdW3M5n0ofRR-taNyPTH0aGhYM2jIGVHfhdR-B7JwIB5No2GuXFYwX8JdPKLu8JeNggK4Q-2sg4pT5lrPxU97H14Asq_hF19c9gwMHlWsl8/s640/blogger-image--1941656313.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH1NIB0hClPvDeNQ2i_BorIF7vDOtDVz4eH921I3XO6EeEENDvH_WuAr4r8OmVZOYxuzVc7CqjAYwgW9yzE19lH8FJWjK5G2AisiLEtMhTyzXKkv8S3yfN-5THKsKuLOli4m5gensczY/s640/blogger-image-1260079495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH1NIB0hClPvDeNQ2i_BorIF7vDOtDVz4eH921I3XO6EeEENDvH_WuAr4r8OmVZOYxuzVc7CqjAYwgW9yzE19lH8FJWjK5G2AisiLEtMhTyzXKkv8S3yfN-5THKsKuLOli4m5gensczY/s640/blogger-image-1260079495.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67ujWIx_u7RuDTn-7E7DiXVWAWIJ99VPvxnjH0CETN9zrGRl3k4aMLZqRqqDyezoPAi2KNuQ_E3D8ZfaFK5iuCKYWsttC8kqt-UuNmNJpfwoAJKMDjyP-CzDvV6rTS2ibi5TDHZp2Vt8/s640/blogger-image-1131869034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67ujWIx_u7RuDTn-7E7DiXVWAWIJ99VPvxnjH0CETN9zrGRl3k4aMLZqRqqDyezoPAi2KNuQ_E3D8ZfaFK5iuCKYWsttC8kqt-UuNmNJpfwoAJKMDjyP-CzDvV6rTS2ibi5TDHZp2Vt8/s640/blogger-image-1131869034.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hBeJbiD1aBWjGr2eObySSRF5d1EZ6Vcc-1xzA89TWaVH9Gesh7FvJtgH73PsGaSo2BK5Toa5WfN3oh0iU_y-fCVDYRCOZF-3ZUddiERAALTNi6dl7RLsyzvNtIp5MJDSSZPirka-ikU/s640/blogger-image--281287116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hBeJbiD1aBWjGr2eObySSRF5d1EZ6Vcc-1xzA89TWaVH9Gesh7FvJtgH73PsGaSo2BK5Toa5WfN3oh0iU_y-fCVDYRCOZF-3ZUddiERAALTNi6dl7RLsyzvNtIp5MJDSSZPirka-ikU/s640/blogger-image--281287116.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div>God's heart is all about family and restoration. We could feel His tangible presence in that open desert field. The girls talked and testified of God's goodness. They shared how they've been raised in a good and loving place. How they get to go to school and want to study hard so they can come back to this village and help them. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Bud and I look at each other wide eyed and almost in tears again as we were just so proud of them and their hearts. I could cry again just typing this! </span></div><div><br></div><div>We prayed for the family and shared Jesus. </div><div><br></div><div>Then we left and started dreaming up how we will come back next time with the projector, the Jesus film and a lot of love. Because any sort of true restoration you see on earth is just an overflow from what Jesus did on the cross. May we never forget that! </div><div><br></div><div>It was a heaven invading earth kind of day. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-29174796935214635212015-08-22T13:19:00.001-05:002015-08-22T13:19:56.886-05:00M4 Turkana Kids Camp: Day 5<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4BuGwRK_OKGYXrz1Gm8MqacKObZ3HPANK1cFsk3wmnRHbFUChk1mMz1Jc7UvURsr6W5VtUji6Vi3L9nhD2JD1eSspwYjwoMh9VKkndD6dH45kUu1v2mKWD4ykZPW4H8VxaAIrVW3Zws/s640/blogger-image--1615660729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4BuGwRK_OKGYXrz1Gm8MqacKObZ3HPANK1cFsk3wmnRHbFUChk1mMz1Jc7UvURsr6W5VtUji6Vi3L9nhD2JD1eSspwYjwoMh9VKkndD6dH45kUu1v2mKWD4ykZPW4H8VxaAIrVW3Zws/s640/blogger-image--1615660729.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Our last day! What an ending to one wild and crazy week. It was the last day I strummed this baby taylor (guitar) for these precious treasures hidden in the desert. I will for sure miss tiny feet crowded below the guitar. It was a bittersweet day as we physically were ready to rest but at the same time our hearts wanted to keep lovin the children. What huge breakthrough happened in such a small time. We believe though that Holy Spiit continues to work in little hearts after we leave. <div><br></div><div>"He will teach you all things and bring to your rememberance all things I have said to you" John 14:26</div><div><br></div><div>Lucy spoke in the morning to all the children. (Lucy, former mom at Kimbilio girls house and huge heart and calling to Turkana people). It was powerful and exactly how Holy Spirit wanted to finish off the week spiritually. Many were healed and delivered as she led them through prayers to pray through on major issues the kids face. One of the biggest one being alcohol. They all laughed when she asked who has been drunk. Then most of them proceeded to raise their hand. It was amazing though to see them repent from it and ask God to help them overcome and break the cycle of drunkeness in their family. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoooJ_-XkYRJjKbIcGzoj4qis3LS6FAmKriV1u1IH2Ztz6OV4g0kjRWuF3XIj2M6uHy3JMoWAygaPqqyJKp3HPKdvXAfLAGd6gc_gjxL7UhH474BYHt1XdImX0VbYI2UPmm3I2BZJ4eA/s640/blogger-image--821592809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoooJ_-XkYRJjKbIcGzoj4qis3LS6FAmKriV1u1IH2Ztz6OV4g0kjRWuF3XIj2M6uHy3JMoWAygaPqqyJKp3HPKdvXAfLAGd6gc_gjxL7UhH474BYHt1XdImX0VbYI2UPmm3I2BZJ4eA/s640/blogger-image--821592809.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Afterwards, Mercy Ebei from Mattaw, stood to share a quick testimony. She finished with talking about how God has given her a talent of dancing and how she's been taught how to use her talents for Jesus. Everyone wanted to see her dance, so we put some dance tunes on and she confidently busted a move. It rocked! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbzikPlK1dC2T3hRIpViENQl9qeMpmYk2iZOP7KMUaYULJ6cYCPkzXp-VrtA4x9KcdjtMDrBsie1BZK7zxTzaWnRWReDSj1ObwGl5Lwll99mGQnQzCRXwvMOP6MrY8tTNg_n2a_WHDfE/s640/blogger-image--11353840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbzikPlK1dC2T3hRIpViENQl9qeMpmYk2iZOP7KMUaYULJ6cYCPkzXp-VrtA4x9KcdjtMDrBsie1BZK7zxTzaWnRWReDSj1ObwGl5Lwll99mGQnQzCRXwvMOP6MrY8tTNg_n2a_WHDfE/s640/blogger-image--11353840.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>From the combination of children being set free after Lucy talking to them and then dance music blaring, it was only right that we have a dance party. So we did! The joy of the Lord is so much fun to see in children. Eventually though, it was time to break into tribes for the last time and go to their classes. Our teachers; Bud, Edwin, Dorcas and Rebecca really gave it their all this week. They finished the week strong. Here's a picture of my attempt to get all the tribes in one picture. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRH1jGcLrNyEptXNeNh010Y7gG2x370NByu9nf9NECkbQcE6nr-2OwHzfFTJWaRm_SZccdUjc9Huq2ZHO4ZeEdMJeQx0psZhsDQTbwbW4zAmIf3AFEuLNoQHKUN6y9EySXlNmFgnlmC8/s640/blogger-image-157442884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRH1jGcLrNyEptXNeNh010Y7gG2x370NByu9nf9NECkbQcE6nr-2OwHzfFTJWaRm_SZccdUjc9Huq2ZHO4ZeEdMJeQx0psZhsDQTbwbW4zAmIf3AFEuLNoQHKUN6y9EySXlNmFgnlmC8/s640/blogger-image-157442884.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We fed at least 1,000 children on Friday. That's a lot of beans and rice! Praise God that we had enough down to the last child on the last day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97Gqt3uRT04RugkZjkY5rd9k1Plwjg12esFlFlUfdoUmvHtWE76eJaMOS7H1oqoiSFaax9y-fHEhytqlJttMh9lfWyHvNhaNlAJMYSeOFN6LYor2Ypx0Ko8U08OyKEBU2NpB76kBc7k/s640/blogger-image-114195794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97Gqt3uRT04RugkZjkY5rd9k1Plwjg12esFlFlUfdoUmvHtWE76eJaMOS7H1oqoiSFaax9y-fHEhytqlJttMh9lfWyHvNhaNlAJMYSeOFN6LYor2Ypx0Ko8U08OyKEBU2NpB76kBc7k/s640/blogger-image-114195794.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJrXHzNpT8-xqmUPM9KARqmTIJvVOZTp8AdYbJgUlACnzS0jyI9UJc6Ihm7BZ1Ms6111Obr7k4kf0nTzJYfdVVOATyJ3cy3fQ6XRIN658mX16D8vwoDEc9c9w3rhdrND5pUS0Uq3uKmU/s640/blogger-image--359036188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJrXHzNpT8-xqmUPM9KARqmTIJvVOZTp8AdYbJgUlACnzS0jyI9UJc6Ihm7BZ1Ms6111Obr7k4kf0nTzJYfdVVOATyJ3cy3fQ6XRIN658mX16D8vwoDEc9c9w3rhdrND5pUS0Uq3uKmU/s640/blogger-image--359036188.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY55VHapGCRvVbi_AYEUIm2j3HeL3mDtUUapE5-3Z7PVQlSmV0z0CxT4-U6b83fqMIu7kJjPnLbFujDeh-dtn64a1K5dgPi16SIjzKrCuuHwhu7sEyTIIxz36q5eiV4aa0akSkrO-zAgU/s640/blogger-image--1176811708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY55VHapGCRvVbi_AYEUIm2j3HeL3mDtUUapE5-3Z7PVQlSmV0z0CxT4-U6b83fqMIu7kJjPnLbFujDeh-dtn64a1K5dgPi16SIjzKrCuuHwhu7sEyTIIxz36q5eiV4aa0akSkrO-zAgU/s640/blogger-image--1176811708.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a miracle that Rebecca and I got a thing done with so many sweet littles that wanted to snuggle. A baby with Down's syndrome and a super malnourished baby took everything in us not to quit camp and not just play with these two. </div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5txmRgkL1qgNoDR9JW_IZeXLK-25ZJ0Kg8vyJ1KVdu2xRuATRSFdKuoDX8-EIiNq6jkyWJNgy1txuae6zFeb5M2gJbTisM6_Xci4QgRRwj4-L141PXed7lW9_z4dOfUo5Wc1BlXQPgY/s640/blogger-image-1862965786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5txmRgkL1qgNoDR9JW_IZeXLK-25ZJ0Kg8vyJ1KVdu2xRuATRSFdKuoDX8-EIiNq6jkyWJNgy1txuae6zFeb5M2gJbTisM6_Xci4QgRRwj4-L141PXed7lW9_z4dOfUo5Wc1BlXQPgY/s640/blogger-image-1862965786.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHnYCEKgQyxCqX2UQYymStka1tCg1YpIqUY0ojz6ZYZ9bf6y_hU2YrAl7VogQLtAD8J27xOYcKV0eyC6KTQMWAcFrVKErYBMZ36y6vHcEv9j9I0mdQ7ou1oEJ63PfU-rwNC821EW8zb8/s640/blogger-image-2120396995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHnYCEKgQyxCqX2UQYymStka1tCg1YpIqUY0ojz6ZYZ9bf6y_hU2YrAl7VogQLtAD8J27xOYcKV0eyC6KTQMWAcFrVKErYBMZ36y6vHcEv9j9I0mdQ7ou1oEJ63PfU-rwNC821EW8zb8/s640/blogger-image-2120396995.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Speaking of the little malnourished babe. We had the opportunity to go talk to the mom in her home. Heaven invaded and the mom made the decision to give her life to Jesus. We asked what she wanted and she said "to be free from benign an alcoholic". It was a beautiful decision to see made! Nothin like seeing Jesus rescue another soul from the pit of hell. Her hope was restored and her name written in heaven. We saw her smile as we left and that was huge. Please pray with us as we take steps to help. </div></div><div><br></div><div>It was a wonderful week to say the least. We are excited this is the first to many. We are so thankful Papa God loves all his children so much to have provided every single need this week. As we jumped in the car, the crowded around to say bye, thank you and that we should greet all our american friends that helped make this possible. Sweetest little treasures hidden in the desert....</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUQoqX1alLnmTH7PR0ev0g9DQvFmJoQ9wW8tuMjlpREz0KUUr4lwXNQSryvELjFNV-i70YwGqouuilR1UbkQlYh4-vCGclvK3i_fPLa43YTynUJz61y8MZab79fAP3UXkvLKhZorxDyk/s640/blogger-image--1676044562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUQoqX1alLnmTH7PR0ev0g9DQvFmJoQ9wW8tuMjlpREz0KUUr4lwXNQSryvELjFNV-i70YwGqouuilR1UbkQlYh4-vCGclvK3i_fPLa43YTynUJz61y8MZab79fAP3UXkvLKhZorxDyk/s640/blogger-image--1676044562.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Day 6 for our team of volunteers involved a day of rest and play. We went to lake turkana today. So thankful we could relax and soak in the water with the sand and sun. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya7gRjrDpjzob9JoktRpJR3yBfiX0IaAcjtS-QhijiCWz1bCq9HIDTxTbhfnA0oqhSx4lqZLBbL52xj853AEv1ioW98SfQlLMvJfA4FUuTv6lXGD9b2-Klnyu0kOGB5KZCUCLQvkR8uw/s640/blogger-image-876756327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya7gRjrDpjzob9JoktRpJR3yBfiX0IaAcjtS-QhijiCWz1bCq9HIDTxTbhfnA0oqhSx4lqZLBbL52xj853AEv1ioW98SfQlLMvJfA4FUuTv6lXGD9b2-Klnyu0kOGB5KZCUCLQvkR8uw/s640/blogger-image-876756327.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dzykNINy0iJhvmGQzOnZAhHDHN2ETFGp-2olU6E1GJ2Q7WgOcklrfcr81unvSNRcZCdSvei9e4UmivSnjow0RPHOlMJKv7CbafOS77EKoCvac725cGTcTlAdzXgihaE3Vxt7V1FeoYk/s640/blogger-image-408017893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dzykNINy0iJhvmGQzOnZAhHDHN2ETFGp-2olU6E1GJ2Q7WgOcklrfcr81unvSNRcZCdSvei9e4UmivSnjow0RPHOlMJKv7CbafOS77EKoCvac725cGTcTlAdzXgihaE3Vxt7V1FeoYk/s640/blogger-image-408017893.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpVGHoOZS4T6fQeTaCG4RStWTaRAe28GQ3RxXUlM-c7VavQT6dPEehu7xZQVFuuEPSMMn5XfSY33zmtx4oqVN0D6GYn3D0YdEhGS6INxIgKwpFVUU4Z5k_allNljEWRdISGxEIO5YEhw/s640/blogger-image-336197881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpVGHoOZS4T6fQeTaCG4RStWTaRAe28GQ3RxXUlM-c7VavQT6dPEehu7xZQVFuuEPSMMn5XfSY33zmtx4oqVN0D6GYn3D0YdEhGS6INxIgKwpFVUU4Z5k_allNljEWRdISGxEIO5YEhw/s640/blogger-image-336197881.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>To top off the whole week, Elisha was baptized today! He's been asking for around 2 years now. This week he sat in Buds class everyday and intently listened as his dad taught the teenage boys. It was clear that his heart was in the right place and he has understanding of what it means to give your life to Jesus and be born again by Holy Spirit. I just kept hearing Jesus say "do not hinder the little ones from coming to me". So it was a joyful time in the lake as Bud and I had the honor of baptizing our first born. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIyIg6CPSfH263D49A-ARIEMovxCRM8gzNVdACLgJzAlcrpCU9-RRZEz5wTnuVlsHqjPfPPN93vCb1m2smn2tVj9MZeuCH1oQAJYQifaaHHrGN-OL8SGZHrY4ZIk1O77FK7LzQUzVnG0/s640/blogger-image-1078371806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIyIg6CPSfH263D49A-ARIEMovxCRM8gzNVdACLgJzAlcrpCU9-RRZEz5wTnuVlsHqjPfPPN93vCb1m2smn2tVj9MZeuCH1oQAJYQifaaHHrGN-OL8SGZHrY4ZIk1O77FK7LzQUzVnG0/s640/blogger-image-1078371806.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-65345342854473425992015-08-21T00:04:00.001-05:002015-08-21T00:04:57.470-05:00M4 Turkana Camp: Day 4<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif17SwPTunrWI3zXjMI8Xq9PIR7fUBmaCZVoGkvJeFwJ3fyKca1rPhwAVPcmp8904BCF8CLcy-H2MXw4xmoMvVOW50YUqvldsdoHYditowcniHYoisSl1YlOBc9kbOsEWXhlGLwgTeugI/s640/blogger-image--1829325385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif17SwPTunrWI3zXjMI8Xq9PIR7fUBmaCZVoGkvJeFwJ3fyKca1rPhwAVPcmp8904BCF8CLcy-H2MXw4xmoMvVOW50YUqvldsdoHYditowcniHYoisSl1YlOBc9kbOsEWXhlGLwgTeugI/s640/blogger-image--1829325385.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>This life we live. It's full of joy and full of sorrow. It's full of so much love. I can't imagine doing life without the comfort of Holy Spirit, without the love of Jesus and without wisdom and guidance from God. I'll share the joy part of yesterday first....<div><br></div><div>We had a beautiful day once again. We started out again with our team to sort beans. Everyday more children from the camp join in to help. It's super sweet! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-alnojJT5VoJ_1sPvZl7hNBZal34xSjxtcab4JJyXTIhELEkzx8iaWDR_Yq_McEOz5CdNf-1DTvDdJ9oEPVppt31Zgry36tMTVsW7Pe611f8kmc9jAatmRlWGFx9FmHt4IKodCM10Dbw/s640/blogger-image--940694291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-alnojJT5VoJ_1sPvZl7hNBZal34xSjxtcab4JJyXTIhELEkzx8iaWDR_Yq_McEOz5CdNf-1DTvDdJ9oEPVppt31Zgry36tMTVsW7Pe611f8kmc9jAatmRlWGFx9FmHt4IKodCM10Dbw/s640/blogger-image--940694291.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Then the sweetest little hungry bellies were full of porrige. Their smiles speak loudly. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWPOkj278vkRQEx4vxgFd8hYxdR3MU6nqZ8p1MGOxZ2syGBHV24OuO9sYpk87S0AKY9c8uzmu3Gg6gUDKyQ_yTLsjSa7LDUUb420boX4eJMb22_6X6Ur1Gvko22uImtxg1oUBTRWR4BM/s640/blogger-image-169236048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWPOkj278vkRQEx4vxgFd8hYxdR3MU6nqZ8p1MGOxZ2syGBHV24OuO9sYpk87S0AKY9c8uzmu3Gg6gUDKyQ_yTLsjSa7LDUUb420boX4eJMb22_6X6Ur1Gvko22uImtxg1oUBTRWR4BM/s640/blogger-image-169236048.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We started the morning singing and dancing again. The numbers grew the first couple of days and now it's a consistent number around 800 children. This morning, Vane, one of our teenage girls from Mattaw, led our time of praise and worship. Her voice shakes nations. </div><div><br></div><div>Then we had our son Dan stand up and share his testimony. Another voice that was once not heard and now is.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWf18Hw1lVkaNV6HBMhBmu7CTGbZU6JRG4xOUMf_g9vN8Q0IF4Ym9rJBcsbHlk7bPHdOAqWMm4CbPBKSfGkaUJMGWslr1yoFGyXXnzCvAiMQ5BQANI3dyEM3Egg_wslKYNcpdC9v5j9c/s640/blogger-image--1973379106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWf18Hw1lVkaNV6HBMhBmu7CTGbZU6JRG4xOUMf_g9vN8Q0IF4Ym9rJBcsbHlk7bPHdOAqWMm4CbPBKSfGkaUJMGWslr1yoFGyXXnzCvAiMQ5BQANI3dyEM3Egg_wslKYNcpdC9v5j9c/s640/blogger-image--1973379106.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div> He now has a powerful testimony of what love and adoption looks like. This is a young man that once slept on the streets of Lodwar town (capital of Turkana). Back in April when we were here, Dan walked to town with me and showed me the area he used to beg for food and what cement slab he used to sleep on. He was seven. SEVEN years old. He remembers a shop owner giving him fish to deliver to the shop owners son and Dan ate it instead. And because of that, he sneaked into a bus and ran away to Kitale streets. And because of that, we found him on the streets of Kitale around age 8 or 9. He shared how adoption into our family changed his life but what changed him even more was adoption into God's family. Proud mama moment to see him confidently stand and testify of God's goodness and grace. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid11qHpnbWLWriOKP6Lm_k4GWzYjR58z0McX3hu_PuDiqhpgxqSre-rLG0se1nD5WWKTfGnzpJjIGeW3Wh0Er4Mqpr2AM8nCrvrsPyKFXwP7pCGLYBv-WraCHr-L3i9exPE48EysgKb5U/s640/blogger-image-8986210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid11qHpnbWLWriOKP6Lm_k4GWzYjR58z0McX3hu_PuDiqhpgxqSre-rLG0se1nD5WWKTfGnzpJjIGeW3Wh0Er4Mqpr2AM8nCrvrsPyKFXwP7pCGLYBv-WraCHr-L3i9exPE48EysgKb5U/s640/blogger-image-8986210.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pastor Wilson then came and shared with the children. He has such an anointing and calling to the Turkana people. Amazing to see how the children respond to his fatherly love. It's an honor to partner with him and his family to see the Kingdom advance in this region. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfqtjCoV2_LGhGsmunStLaZi3jnVIfdKDWUG0LWwyYWz2SLKJXyUQPcr6Ul85y47JPIzUaUmeufam1JDy_RYGSITnfSZT5hdiI-DskEYOkF3N2RvZftj8OSWpqg7B2mjrhcKxp3ELJKk/s640/blogger-image-10624514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfqtjCoV2_LGhGsmunStLaZi3jnVIfdKDWUG0LWwyYWz2SLKJXyUQPcr6Ul85y47JPIzUaUmeufam1JDy_RYGSITnfSZT5hdiI-DskEYOkF3N2RvZftj8OSWpqg7B2mjrhcKxp3ELJKk/s640/blogger-image-10624514.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His children and ours are good buddies now and love to play the piano with the lead musician John from pastor Wilson's church. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We then broke into tribes again. Our oldest group of young men are with our other son, Ian. They are the tribe of Judah and the only group without a solid team color. They are the camo team. It is pretty fitting as we see these young men give their life's to be in Gods army. That the only fighting is spiritually, against the devil and his bad guys. It's beautiful to see Ian take a place of leadership and minister to these guys. They eat up every word of encouragement he has to give. He's in the middle of this picture with a black and red hat on. (Where's Waldo!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHyVEMjo16T5WE_HCnJhtqP-p7DMO268plfA-0eObzxoHTodGI7tyOHQkArdwyi-vZwOwjntFYPBHlH7qseuuLIxRKVnqhYpR6T2rkxFvBtk_kKk8HGLKDTPhJwsxyCS02QHtU2mMzl8/s640/blogger-image-1827207712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHyVEMjo16T5WE_HCnJhtqP-p7DMO268plfA-0eObzxoHTodGI7tyOHQkArdwyi-vZwOwjntFYPBHlH7qseuuLIxRKVnqhYpR6T2rkxFvBtk_kKk8HGLKDTPhJwsxyCS02QHtU2mMzl8/s640/blogger-image-1827207712.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While everyone was in class and playing games, Claire, Mama Lucy and I found baby Lucy to feed and love on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxdo4aWPy8hs3U5Qp-hqKYLtPIr6qxDUndYi3sgz-2LUxLwbQQVBRDxIJeMoXOJRTT0lOy9TgX3zCb69tMU3BzPO0FWBs3kjisEl5o15jgyWu3bsqcnhjppnmeVZm4idV1PHI74IDxr0/s640/blogger-image-1003848705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxdo4aWPy8hs3U5Qp-hqKYLtPIr6qxDUndYi3sgz-2LUxLwbQQVBRDxIJeMoXOJRTT0lOy9TgX3zCb69tMU3BzPO0FWBs3kjisEl5o15jgyWu3bsqcnhjppnmeVZm4idV1PHI74IDxr0/s640/blogger-image-1003848705.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sau7MXBjCiBzCg1KcbxrlEOEJVPtDSKyIsWk13bcBF4ET0TDibqQd5_Rh8_a2kvgUfUqki1fPe8Xprvp5DnR-z_Py2WhxReKwYq5QNDv7p7CIBhfqTmpU7DYZwzJARGXmmItZtLs-Io/s640/blogger-image--299919568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sau7MXBjCiBzCg1KcbxrlEOEJVPtDSKyIsWk13bcBF4ET0TDibqQd5_Rh8_a2kvgUfUqki1fPe8Xprvp5DnR-z_Py2WhxReKwYq5QNDv7p7CIBhfqTmpU7DYZwzJARGXmmItZtLs-Io/s640/blogger-image--299919568.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2Ryv7DYbBN02MoyhMLYKW7CspCN_-MFCgUEL78yEoEqCwIJ8ahJtuLf-7cNLnJcaP-eRihJxUbnKBcm3OoHPHYWdyYEW0jGTx1MPvFjMONarTLA6dOZkphuXsDQ3drXwaKsAAADMe8U/s640/blogger-image-1945185702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2Ryv7DYbBN02MoyhMLYKW7CspCN_-MFCgUEL78yEoEqCwIJ8ahJtuLf-7cNLnJcaP-eRihJxUbnKBcm3OoHPHYWdyYEW0jGTx1MPvFjMONarTLA6dOZkphuXsDQ3drXwaKsAAADMe8U/s640/blogger-image-1945185702.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47qeSgIL2rDJYTApZsMIdaGbHOPyAObwlBxcoe-7xJDcQe8s8UaUbtWaBFF6x2gXIw5vungx1c9h7Lzc1-DrEMAaow776ruRe4ACo5jLQptWTqWJ0QdqwYBm9aJrvNUtL7b6yHjD6ldY/s640/blogger-image-1155170863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47qeSgIL2rDJYTApZsMIdaGbHOPyAObwlBxcoe-7xJDcQe8s8UaUbtWaBFF6x2gXIw5vungx1c9h7Lzc1-DrEMAaow776ruRe4ACo5jLQptWTqWJ0QdqwYBm9aJrvNUtL7b6yHjD6ldY/s640/blogger-image-1155170863.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmkR4IbPr8YWsZ1TTOtWKn83xfG6J7UpFsbC7Gh-9o5HTccaKAA6k6rrl-KrKMe4Hvmwx7f6-iyWQr-wJXXMe6vzOqIF4AF17LONmjJUjVAJEaE5iFxY0KQ7Vnnl3IEvGLzOlZfSNjLY/s640/blogger-image--36266662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmkR4IbPr8YWsZ1TTOtWKn83xfG6J7UpFsbC7Gh-9o5HTccaKAA6k6rrl-KrKMe4Hvmwx7f6-iyWQr-wJXXMe6vzOqIF4AF17LONmjJUjVAJEaE5iFxY0KQ7Vnnl3IEvGLzOlZfSNjLY/s640/blogger-image--36266662.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I am completely smitten over this little. And here's a funny part. Here name isn't Lucy! It's Ruthie. Either the sisters name is Lucy or we heard wrong and the sister just let us call her what we heard. After camp yesterday, our Rebecca found the mom. And for sure we found out the mom's name is Rebecca! Ha. Of course it is. So nurse Rebecca, Pastor Paul (pastors the church in IDP camp who is part of Pastor Wilson's church), Mama Lucy and I sat and talked to baby Ruthie's mom. She was a bit drunk but not to the point of not being able to talk clearly with us. She has seven children. All the children have the same dad. After baby Ruthie was born, the man ran off and remarried. So when Mama Lucy ministered to her and told her it's not ok to drink, she admitted its wrong and that she does it because she's stressed out trying to feed and school her children. It was completely heartbreaking. But as we shared about Jesus, her heart opened. We are king to her house today and look forward to what God is doing in her life. Our nurse Rebecca's heart is exploding to get this babe rehabilitated physically. Updates to come. </div><div><br></div><div>We ended the day with beans and rice and seeing more happy faces. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LA3VY0q1PWl1Ke4K8xFP9GBO3rgmEHh4v6l1uLykFw23LyqpU3lVh43rO5WuGljekJznMWNoECYVsNoiVfWHJJrjEIeKvx9842OnLDJVdv3M5yX0ARQgj_CCATvUOAC-rB1drYjEJ5g/s640/blogger-image-1864902312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LA3VY0q1PWl1Ke4K8xFP9GBO3rgmEHh4v6l1uLykFw23LyqpU3lVh43rO5WuGljekJznMWNoECYVsNoiVfWHJJrjEIeKvx9842OnLDJVdv3M5yX0ARQgj_CCATvUOAC-rB1drYjEJ5g/s640/blogger-image-1864902312.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6qI_9Ls_ZaL7DMED84NNvtME5acMtxSn5Mo3NAayJ1NZfLPOoFmsSME1AWXQ52_Knz9KIbM81GAIVLNfJQJvnxdR98jkxaNit6vudQcLrYQVTkhAFlQYFBCzcbvdULjxVNkvDm6NLw8/s640/blogger-image--1562283004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6qI_9Ls_ZaL7DMED84NNvtME5acMtxSn5Mo3NAayJ1NZfLPOoFmsSME1AWXQ52_Knz9KIbM81GAIVLNfJQJvnxdR98jkxaNit6vudQcLrYQVTkhAFlQYFBCzcbvdULjxVNkvDm6NLw8/s640/blogger-image--1562283004.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJ-HiFHP3CM-mctKsq-hiBLA8TzmIQloxpIZjUDatYXXNRcPLqQXmvxMnSf0njNTe3m_wfkxDm3dJ1zJf4uGyjZI-pbRZFJIWM6-kNhw1hxzv8xwO40O6RboxoFhbUjIWR6ZDYuUjE5A/s640/blogger-image-773584891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJ-HiFHP3CM-mctKsq-hiBLA8TzmIQloxpIZjUDatYXXNRcPLqQXmvxMnSf0njNTe3m_wfkxDm3dJ1zJf4uGyjZI-pbRZFJIWM6-kNhw1hxzv8xwO40O6RboxoFhbUjIWR6ZDYuUjE5A/s640/blogger-image-773584891.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After camp we had one of the most amazing time of reuniting two of our Mattaw girls with their family. It was one of those moments of wanting to pinch myself to make sure it was real. I could make a movie out of it. These girls are twins living in house two at Mattaw. And I'll have to write a completely separate post here on the blog to share the full story. I promise I'll share soon! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now for the sorrow part of our day. I share this to ask for your prayers. Especially for the mattaw children. Our teacher Dorcas who is here with us received a phone call this morning to let us know teacher Winner passed away last night. She's been a teacher at Mattaw since 2008. We aren't sharing with the Mattaw youth here with us until after the camp. We are now starting our last day and want to finish strong. We were told that Teacher Winnie became sick last week with an illness unknown. They rushed her to the hospital last night then she passed away. We believe she is with Jesus now and take great comfort in that. She was a great teacher and we are thankful for the years she served our littles. Your prayers are greatly appreciated. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Off to start our last day. As always, expectant for great things to happen with these crazy beautiful children! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-86297772252189211532015-08-19T23:45:00.001-05:002015-08-19T23:45:38.616-05:00M4 Turkana Kids Camp: Day 3<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSi-4MSkem-N6ra9B0IxIf-nMbnIrR5MRJkIvCXYxoFvqgyWHZPFMFntpKUSq_9p-xF-bzGWD0a1Wz6XXMbsI-ixwvz_nuD3unO_dw8NNKs64jB9y-XjvrvhMFilJF19FjZq_k4d5hPA/s640/blogger-image--1610630146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSi-4MSkem-N6ra9B0IxIf-nMbnIrR5MRJkIvCXYxoFvqgyWHZPFMFntpKUSq_9p-xF-bzGWD0a1Wz6XXMbsI-ixwvz_nuD3unO_dw8NNKs64jB9y-XjvrvhMFilJF19FjZq_k4d5hPA/s640/blogger-image--1610630146.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Day 3! Oh what an incredible day it was! <div><br></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What a ride. Jesus is just absolutely beautiful in how he does EVERYTHING in its time. Day one and two we learned A LOT. So much order had come and we know there's more to come. It's crazy to say the least! Usually you'd have a handful of kids in a group of 1,000 that stand out as the trouble makers. You know the ones, always fighting and causing trouble, talking when we talk, pinching, biting, pushing, stealing. Well, in this group it's the opposite. Almost ALL started out like that on day one. Praise God though, we keep pushing through to see them as God does and LOVE ALWAYS WINS.</span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On day two I was so stirred, knowing many need to come into Gods family and I went to bed asking the Lord when do we put the call out and make time for them to let God work on hearts. Day 3 morning I didn't think much of it until we got up to lead worship. I taught them a new song about the fruits of the spirit and BAM. The gospel started flowing out of that and we shared with them how bad fruit is hitting, anger, biting, pinching, rebellion, disobedience, etc. and what good fruit it. Before we started, Mama Grace and I knew the presence was thick. Grace said "mom, the fire and power of Holy Spirit is felt this morning". And that was a good clue to me to give time for the Lord to harvest souls! So we did! Around 50 or more stood and gave their lives to Jesus. We were covered with Holy Spirit goosebumps! Everything is flowin now! And it's all so simple. Feed bellies and feed souls. And they get born again! I could feel the fire of Holy Spirit to my core as I got to tell them that their names are now written in the Lambs book of Life and all of heaven rejoices. And no person or religion can erase their name! We then praised and worshipped Jesus and I saw the most beautiful vision of Jesus sitting down and these kids jumping all over Jesus, on his lap, his arms, his shoulders. And Jesus just calmly sat there full of joy as his children came "home". All glory and praise to God! Oh he is faithful. </span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfdN6BUw8VgW88aKxHrhC_bFvuDnMtiYlYPavlXZWfvKqtYONWqrTukoaX9KIJIIIgneDs1-79cOr2-UAPTJh0ZhyQsAk57uYbwUlDv0vwPZ7SnvNGaS8Wgl8wFOR3QR3QcbK1eHGowo/s640/blogger-image--1219541740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfdN6BUw8VgW88aKxHrhC_bFvuDnMtiYlYPavlXZWfvKqtYONWqrTukoaX9KIJIIIgneDs1-79cOr2-UAPTJh0ZhyQsAk57uYbwUlDv0vwPZ7SnvNGaS8Wgl8wFOR3QR3QcbK1eHGowo/s640/blogger-image--1219541740.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the classrooms, our four teachers went over again what salvation in Jesus is and asked those that made the decision in the big meeting to again stand up. In the classes there were about double the number! In the classroom setting, our teachers are able to teach more on what it means to follow Jesus and more understanding comes to the children. Jesus tells us to have faith like children and again, I'm learning what that means. They get it and don't hold back when it comes to responding to the full, undiluted gospel! </span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">One of our youth, Vane, from mattaw has really come alive as she's leading these children. It was a beautiful site yesterday to see her pray for the children that wanted prayer. </span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAqdceL56xxvlgZBmN8ELEHKCoBvUkVW5w5vKDalpGsibnSEjIDyw2f1TVCor9y2wgHk6StFMRZ3_YQk-nG-YqKhD_AjzpZe-d9lE1BZZ_LSD1c_ln7sVK4-Ly83LRHE8pKn4a0XYIyo/s640/blogger-image--1267662367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAqdceL56xxvlgZBmN8ELEHKCoBvUkVW5w5vKDalpGsibnSEjIDyw2f1TVCor9y2wgHk6StFMRZ3_YQk-nG-YqKhD_AjzpZe-d9lE1BZZ_LSD1c_ln7sVK4-Ly83LRHE8pKn4a0XYIyo/s640/blogger-image--1267662367.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The picture below you can see a little child on the back of his big sister. This is a common site as many older children are pretty much raising their younger siblings. We notice how when they are given water or food, their immediate instinct is to give their baby siblings. We are praying that mothers and fathers would break this cycle. That they would be mothers and fathers and children would be free to be children again and not stressed about where they'll get food to feed their baby siblings. MALACHAI 4! </span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ghvDi_RmuxuGr5rqtpZN2YjqF-Rto783MWOqgaU5Md-UxmEUWuEH6Y_KEskeNQmUYiutzbFArxqOAEvis2BmtbH5YtLevhvirGmTXk_TjmYupy0RBh3gs92TE_p8GQ4IiEHdKXtGFyw/s640/blogger-image--734848285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ghvDi_RmuxuGr5rqtpZN2YjqF-Rto783MWOqgaU5Md-UxmEUWuEH6Y_KEskeNQmUYiutzbFArxqOAEvis2BmtbH5YtLevhvirGmTXk_TjmYupy0RBh3gs92TE_p8GQ4IiEHdKXtGFyw/s640/blogger-image--734848285.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Yesterday our nurse Rebecca who works full time with us at Mattaw Children's Village, noticed a super tiny baby. The big sister was carrying this baby. The big sister being maybe 12. We found this baby to be at least 2 and some neighbors are saying maybe even 3 or 4. We have a huge heart to see malnourished babes restored and healed as we have brought in several like this to mattaw and have seen radical transformation. We knew it was an even bigger problem here and currently have partnerships forming to help bring in vitamins and food packets to help these babes. And here's our first of many. Rebecca about put her in her backpack to bring home :-) but we are thankful the babe has a mom so we will work with the mom to bring education and help her bring this precious little back to life. And guess what this little babe's name is? LUCY! Another little malnourished Lucy that we get to see the love of Jesus restore her. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNg-ei1AC1Woaeq639vzfAO3QecajBiBw33JEUDoL1r4ENotF0ILD1P52qR-HomUI0ouOR2j0lKr32aUxtp_sGFnbwRtExm5KDc0wZwCtn0rCLeHMVthTvWjHppjU_AW-1YdG4RQgRkM/s640/blogger-image-1340519543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNg-ei1AC1Woaeq639vzfAO3QecajBiBw33JEUDoL1r4ENotF0ILD1P52qR-HomUI0ouOR2j0lKr32aUxtp_sGFnbwRtExm5KDc0wZwCtn0rCLeHMVthTvWjHppjU_AW-1YdG4RQgRkM/s640/blogger-image-1340519543.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Claire begged us over and over again to hold the baby until she finally convinced us she would be gentle. Not only was she gentle but she put baby Lucy to sleep. While all the children were in classes or playing games, Claire sat in a claire for hours holding Lucy. I just thought I loved babies a lot ever since I was a young girl like Claire. But this girl, she has a double portion of love compared to what I had. And I love it! I'm learning from her :). </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfvkb3o0fjAHbom2nZmsk39zZbKhdSD39Rz1_SfeyUDz9gDme1w-aFLKPQVvI0qGL9q-QkX6yltI8kk4tPjDEHTm0N5vZ3fw2Wf6ehYhE4e1_83zy8aMucNEBQEda6tVnJccKKQ_e0Ts/s640/blogger-image-1171510443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfvkb3o0fjAHbom2nZmsk39zZbKhdSD39Rz1_SfeyUDz9gDme1w-aFLKPQVvI0qGL9q-QkX6yltI8kk4tPjDEHTm0N5vZ3fw2Wf6ehYhE4e1_83zy8aMucNEBQEda6tVnJccKKQ_e0Ts/s640/blogger-image-1171510443.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">One again, our team and I just arrived for day four. I thought we'd become more tired as the days go on but Jesus is giving us strength supernaturally and we are more fired up today than any other day. We praise God for keeping sickness out of our camp and leadership group. We appreciate your prayers! </span></div><div><span class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: rgb(55, 62, 77); font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(246, 247, 248);"><br></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227202410754998640.post-76925289129010837432015-08-18T23:44:00.001-05:002015-08-18T23:44:24.194-05:00M4 Turkana Kid's Camp: Day 2<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFw7hdkp7p1B9B_jWCoGYLrUKHzsasP-Z-AcNYlnCoIKughZ9qRAmJXz8kIsf5NEnHMcwuP_LLh3JHtlw28zRnBvbx7QJhrlp2c-oPuuPnjtWdrE2IZr9ISiCru-mZPFJNsK2-nc5IDk/s640/blogger-image--525426004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFw7hdkp7p1B9B_jWCoGYLrUKHzsasP-Z-AcNYlnCoIKughZ9qRAmJXz8kIsf5NEnHMcwuP_LLh3JHtlw28zRnBvbx7QJhrlp2c-oPuuPnjtWdrE2IZr9ISiCru-mZPFJNsK2-nc5IDk/s640/blogger-image--525426004.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div>Hello again from the desert! Day 1 was good but Day 2 was even better! And we expect everyday will keep going that way. It's a learning experience, that's for sure! Little things help in the long run. Like when to sort beans for lunch, when to give children water, how to organize 1,000 children to feed them and so on. Our team is incredible. And that's a fact! No offense to you Americans but our Kenyan team is perfect for this first kid's camp. They are for sure made for this! It's beautiful to see Kenyans raise up to help bring up the next generation of laid down lovers of Jesus. It's powerful to see a youth that was once a little boy sleeping on the streets, begging for food, stealing and high on glue... This youth is now transformed, totally in love with Jesus, equipped with the full gospel, empowered with Holy Spirit and now a leader to hundreds of children. It's miraculous! And what it takes to see this generation break out of rebellion and bring revival. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBXqUVtL8WNf3y_NSIIWHiFa6xIbQvCphUTpWTyNImYYd_RvXyaecg9JMaP7L2HVeClF6MmWT9EuIGLkloJa6VatezQuFupxhgpnhonH64K9EJaa9X1g7rQdf6rpVTlgAJDpQktdda1A/s640/blogger-image--611215591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBXqUVtL8WNf3y_NSIIWHiFa6xIbQvCphUTpWTyNImYYd_RvXyaecg9JMaP7L2HVeClF6MmWT9EuIGLkloJa6VatezQuFupxhgpnhonH64K9EJaa9X1g7rQdf6rpVTlgAJDpQktdda1A/s640/blogger-image--611215591.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNR4jEOXzVUhRonpM_V817AZRHI0TrmJEjT0bWXLV5dI4qJXzuQezXvrFAtvu3zHGsoLKpyEeBUdLMLyDOoorunM6QmdnTBAqvIHUbGaJ29DwRQ4gIuU_qGIXe-XQXx0EtYt0tetZ0DQI/s640/blogger-image-342067523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNR4jEOXzVUhRonpM_V817AZRHI0TrmJEjT0bWXLV5dI4qJXzuQezXvrFAtvu3zHGsoLKpyEeBUdLMLyDOoorunM6QmdnTBAqvIHUbGaJ29DwRQ4gIuU_qGIXe-XQXx0EtYt0tetZ0DQI/s640/blogger-image-342067523.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yesterday, as you can see above in the pictures, our feeding lines doubled! 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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmMwiMZMFP9beBl-ZmBvvf-4ZpwN7toZh6BO0LJWK0Ln8E4hFpEHdhld0PMogsOdCJ5AUffOW2Xj40MUrpihSk-qy-Q22WNQ5VZN_TO07ae8ske4OZl7cmEyfTFn7LRbDkjGmhHuEijc/s640/blogger-image--113140845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmMwiMZMFP9beBl-ZmBvvf-4ZpwN7toZh6BO0LJWK0Ln8E4hFpEHdhld0PMogsOdCJ5AUffOW2Xj40MUrpihSk-qy-Q22WNQ5VZN_TO07ae8ske4OZl7cmEyfTFn7LRbDkjGmhHuEijc/s640/blogger-image--113140845.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Dorcas doing what she does best, Sharing the power and love of Jesus in the classroom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpHgv06j_5uQ0LwXv3LzvnDhElK10W3mA-Bqhs7ssSsurAAlfJPx8T-xIKRc3aCoz7CLbF6fruAxFuCTDkryUdmQ73MM8-cjhGBMAw2YBaUEGm2qVtb8Xo6koZqP6DmODiC99TlIePyU/s640/blogger-image-1328843634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpHgv06j_5uQ0LwXv3LzvnDhElK10W3mA-Bqhs7ssSsurAAlfJPx8T-xIKRc3aCoz7CLbF6fruAxFuCTDkryUdmQ73MM8-cjhGBMAw2YBaUEGm2qVtb8Xo6koZqP6DmODiC99TlIePyU/s640/blogger-image-1328843634.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sweetest littles... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQth6r-m7LtMuxxrQS8vFbnMd9y9Fs4lyBQClgngDzQIgJwsWAmrBlauZ4kb944QHXBKdW2haZOaQIPG2oWCxQTGpbiYTU8iy9xdKwsc696i5OLGzCLQl51CoNkXtQp-BduZYD7GWl5vc/s640/blogger-image--330506554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQth6r-m7LtMuxxrQS8vFbnMd9y9Fs4lyBQClgngDzQIgJwsWAmrBlauZ4kb944QHXBKdW2haZOaQIPG2oWCxQTGpbiYTU8iy9xdKwsc696i5OLGzCLQl51CoNkXtQp-BduZYD7GWl5vc/s640/blogger-image--330506554.jpg"></a></div><br></div>But don't let those smiles trick ya, they have all sorts of tricks. This sweet little went around all day sneaking into classes and causing trouble. But love never fails! That love our team carries had her softened up to obey by the end of the day. Love always wins. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And of course, Claire found her own little crew to love on. Here she is in her element. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMH5T6ZSsf2u1vzzwG4jPY5vT9rSrSDAgBNnh8Es6Pujl4NAr6S2RryNaEovNQHVYw0Q5iNrhEgcsnbRdsrsPbNhe-WebXV8EFvQQgs3B3_7qAeP2ocivmpEHtO04IH1O5D-YSPD51FY/s640/blogger-image-1221428746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMH5T6ZSsf2u1vzzwG4jPY5vT9rSrSDAgBNnh8Es6Pujl4NAr6S2RryNaEovNQHVYw0Q5iNrhEgcsnbRdsrsPbNhe-WebXV8EFvQQgs3B3_7qAeP2ocivmpEHtO04IH1O5D-YSPD51FY/s640/blogger-image-1221428746.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On day two, the children heard about who Jesus is and scriptures that tell of His character. They then heard how Papa God is the same! He's not in a bad mood! He's in a good mood and loves His children and wants all to come into His family! And Jesus' life showed the world who God is as He walked this earth. Jesus was the perfect example of God's heart on earth. And now we get to carry that same mission! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQfKjTRWh5J1hCeOmcv_cg-OtLiMNoXktDSd74NUZY82RRsi0yDLNfs6kw-VTTy6zYyHzo52c4vrzhILUhBD_hG09ljwPOhDgTzOEplD4Em3CZgo3O8obijnr8a9vCxLHnyC26rOqPJM/s640/blogger-image-1561711971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQfKjTRWh5J1hCeOmcv_cg-OtLiMNoXktDSd74NUZY82RRsi0yDLNfs6kw-VTTy6zYyHzo52c4vrzhILUhBD_hG09ljwPOhDgTzOEplD4Em3CZgo3O8obijnr8a9vCxLHnyC26rOqPJM/s640/blogger-image-1561711971.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>We hope through these picture and short testimonies that you feel this week you are here in the crowd (in picture above)! Thank you for your continued prayers and support!! Prayers are oh so needed! </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530120403730037848noreply@blogger.com0