I wake up every morning to a beautiful sunrise. 

Kenyans love popcorn.
 

The landscape is a mix of blue sky, deep green vegetation, and red African dirt.
 

Our morning runs include big smiles, “How are you?”, inquisitive stares, and students running alongside us.
 

We drink Kenya tea made with fresh milk from our host family’s cows.
 

English is the second national language.
 

Marcy, one of the girls here, will graduate from high school in November. Her dreams are 1] to bring her family back together, and 2] to become a doctor.


We are living in a church.
 

We are surrounded by Ben and Christine (our contacts), their immediate family of 5 kids, and their extended family of over 100 children between the ages of 1 and 24, most of whom are orphans.
 

We have an amazing view from our roof. I envision sweet worship sessions.
 

It’s sunny in the morning, rainy in the afternoon, and cool at night.
 

I sat with three girls on Wednesday afternoon trying to learn worship songs in Swahili.
 

The children are hungry for affection.
 

Team Siloam is back together.
 

We have family devotions after breakfast and dinner with Ben and Christine’s family (which included over 12 Kenyans and our team of 7 last night).
 

Avocados are sold for $.25.
 

We eat rice, chapati, beans, and lentils.
 

Saturday afternoon Evalin Namalelo (12) found me on the roof listening to my iPod. She sat down right next me, put the right ear phone in her ear, and we sat together worshipping God.


We have a shower head with breathtakingly cold water.


Phyllis (23) gave her life to the Lord on Thursday. She has two little girls. She hadn't had a musungu (white person) visit her in her home prior to us. She offered us a chicken as we were leaving.


On the way to town today we saw a man transporting a couch on a motorbike.

Church was as I expected – three hours long, dancing, singing, and a lot of "Amen!"
My feet are stained red. 
 

I cry almost every day.
 

God’s love is more real than I’ve ever known.
