Today is a special day for me, it was June 17, 1961 when we were celebrating a new baby in our family. The next new baby came thirty years later when his daughter was born and we had to wait another twenty seven years for her new baby to be born. Anyway, I just wanted to wish him a Happy 56th birthday and tell him how much I love him. He is in Uganda right at the moment doing mission work and enjoying his new baby granddaughter. I hope to show pictures of that trip soon.
My family is getting ready to leave for Soroti Uganda where they will be able to hold their new grand baby girl for the first time. They will be busy with mission work for the next month. I will be busy taking care of the Texas stuff while they are gone. Here is a blog from 2012. I may be doing some re-runs for a while since I won’t have much time on my hands.
There is a little village close to the Children’s Rescue Centre called Mali Saba, that has a few shops, churches, and houses. It is more like a big circle of open space with all the business around the outside. There were big trucks filled with corn that was being dried and cleaned.
There were a lot of children there and here are some of their pictures.
If we stopped to visit with them, they were shy at first because we were those strange looking people, but soon there would be a bunch of them crowding around. After we took one picture and they saw themselves on the camera screen, they all wanted to be in the pictures.
Martin Manside’s church was located here so we spent some time in this place.
I couldn’t get all the pictures on a recient blog so today I will show you some of the people who live in the villages out from Mali Saba.
The children are beautiful, something you notice all over Kenya. They are quiet and polite and don’t fight with each other.
You can see the older children taking care of the babies in the family. I don’t know how they wrap them up to carry them on their backs, I wish I had asked. They would have been happy to show me.
I didn’t hear any babies crying the whole time on the trip, this little girl had tears but it only lasted a minute. I wanted every baby I saw. I wanted this one~
This is another re-run of a blog from four years ago. I hope you enjoy it once more.
Elizabeth, Lisa, Abbie and I went to the little church in Maili Saba, which is 7 miles from Kitale, where Elizabeth and Lisa were going to present a program to a group of young women. The church is named Eagle Vision Ministry Jesus Praise Center. It is a long narrow building made with a wood frame, covered in corrugated metal and the front where the pulpit sits is elaborately decorated with purple and white satin fabric. Really quite pretty. There were four chairs on each side of the aisle and probably 15 rows. At the front there were two LARGE speakers on each side and a keyboard. (Charles, the pastor told us they like loud music) The man who played the music was excellent. The meeting lasted a long time, around four hours.
Several women sang, there was the music that had many many verses and everyone danced in a line up front, around the pulpit and back down the aisle and then out the door. Every time I wondered if it was all done but here they came back in and on and on it went. Then we had more speakers and more music. Elizabeth and Lisa gave wonderful and inspiring programs and read scripture. Since some of the women only understand Swahili, after every few words, a translator would repeat it in Swahili so it took a long time.
At noon, the women brought in food they had prepared for everyone and we enjoyed rice, goat meat stew, wonderful potatoes and sautéed cabbage. The church was packed with women, they dressed up in their very best and had a wonderful time. Elizabeth is going to start a Bible Study group for them soon. It was fun meeting them, they made us feel welcome. I could only try to compare it with our ‘Women of the Church’ meetings at home. This is another world. Great day.
These two children came across the road to the orphanage to watch the kids run races. They had such pretty little faces, just as all the children there do. I noticed all through the day people stopped and looked through the hedge from the road. When we said hello or Merry Christmas, Happy New Year or whatever, they were always ready to visit with these ‘strange looking white people’. I might have been the oldest person they had ever seen, lots of people asked me my age. I only saw two people while I was there with gray hair. This road or little street was more like an alley but there was a lot of activity on it. Pretty nice houses were on the other side. Almost everyone has a garden, that red dirt must be rich and fertile. Their top soil goes down forever, we saw a place that had been dug out like we would dig a calache pit, and the red dirt was all the way down and on the bottom was green stuff growing. There was a shower almost every afternoon even though it was the ‘dry season’. No one can appreciate the green countryside more than we do. Once in a while we are blessed with it and we are thankful.
These are just some pictures for you to look at today. I hope you enjoy them.
Today I am re-running a blog from last year because I like remembering that wonderful trip to Kenya. I left some of my heart there. A sweet memory forever.