After about 10 years dreaming of Africa, and 5 years researching and praying about ways I could get here, I AM IN KENYA! I have said this whole race I understad why all the other missions opportunities hadn’t worked out, but now I get it more than ever. I was meant to be in this place, at this time, and with these people. Not to say this is the only time I’ll ever be involved in missions, or that I won’t return to Africa, but what a way to start it all.
 
Our whole squad stayed together for a couple days in Nairobi and I remember walking around thinking, “I know I stand out more here than any other country, but I sure feel like I belong!” After a few days of exploration and refreshment, it was time to go our separate ways. My team is by ourselves this month in the city of Nakuru. We are living with a Pastor and his family and are blessed with nice accommodations. We even have a toilet we can flush TP down (you’d be amazed at what a luxury that feels like after 6 months of throwing it in the garbage)! 

A couple days a week we visit different orphanages and schools where we play with kids, sing songs, clean, serve lunch, and anything else we can do to help. 

(this is a pretty accurate glimpse of what inevintably ends up happening on every visit…)

We also spend two or three days a week evangelizing to the local community. We work with an outreach team in the church and visit homes, give encouragement, and share the Gospel. It can be challenging at times, but it has been great to see God moving this month in so many lives. People are excited to not only welcome us into their homes, but eager to hear what we have to say. I have seen so many people commit their lives to the Lord each day we’ve gone out. I’ve been a part of some really challenging conversations, and have heard the Lord speak so clearly what some people needed to hear. The generosity of people has overwhelmed me at times, and my team has been gifted with bowls full of a Kenyan fruit to welcome me, as well as freshly made french fries, eggs, soda, juice, and even roasted corn on the cob (my favorite)!

Sunday church services begin with the most lively worship session i’ve ever been apart of. It’s not just singing, but absolutely any kind of dancing goes. Hopping on one foot, running around the sanctuary, jumping as high as possible, shaking your hips, and whistling are not only normal, but encouraged!

Stories will follow, but for now enjoy the little glimpse of what life in Kenya is like!