My nose has not stopped running since I stepped off of the
plane in Nairobi. Something in the air here has my eyes constantly burning. I
never struggled with allergies at home, but I am allergic to Africa.
While whatever is blooming here has my head constantly
stuffed up and groggy, I am so blessed by the people here. You cannot walk down
the street without being bombarded by smiling faces and energetic greetings.
People go out of their way to help you get to the places you need to be, and
are incredibly eager to lend a helping hand. Being in this country gives me a
slight glimpse at the attitude Christ would like us to have.
As usual, the night we arrived in Nairobi our squad learned
that we would not be going to Uganda as planned. For the month of January we
are staying in Kenya. My team and I took a ten hour bus to Busia, a cute little
town on the border of Uganda. The pastor and his wife emphatically welcomed us
with fresh mango juice and a wonderful supper.
I am so thankful that God has brought me here to Africa, and
I can’t wait to hold the hands of the people here. I can’t wait to carry
children on my back, and somehow give them a glimpse of the love Jesus has for
them.
