November 16
It's cool and overcast. The open reserve next to the airport has giraffes in the distance. But I guess I'm feeling too serious to get excited about it. Or still tired.
Keith is laughing all the time. He's so glad to see Arty. I get the front seat. Tim is patient and engaged. I can be quiet. There's a lot of traffic and roundabouts and so may walking.
It all looks familiar. I don't know why. The slum even seemed familiar The people just looked tired to me. The troubled and sick side by side with the able and self-sufficient. But the smallest of children in the street were a shock. Some with no pants, no expression. Like life hadn't begun yet.
I didn't like to see the children. I was self-conscious. But I can't let myself think of it. I am what I am and I must also be a steward.
The school is community. They are the best that they have. It's the way we could be...
With the two women we met today, Naomi and Eliabeth in her regal purple, I knew there were others. And there are the ones who do not even know what abundant life can mean. I think Elizabeth knows.
Do I know?
I want this place to make me more at my own home. Why are we going to Kenya to find them?
I gave Kathy the coffee and tea.
She made us enchiladas.
She told me she is a mother. And then a missionary. Help her more Lord. Come and console and fulfill more.
Life always has us going higher.
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