A Rubber Band

This week there is a mission team here from all over. My friend and her father are on the team. Oh how God knew I would be here and so would she long before our paths would cross to this being my life now. They have been working along side Kenyans and National churches here and doing hard core door to door. My friend, a guy ( brand new overseas-er, a girl (brand new overseas-er) and myself have been going across on the ferry to the southern part of the city. This is like a little village over there and is known for its beaches. They are all working at 3 different churches separately. Sunday took 3 hours to return to their hotel and 4 hours on Monday. I used more Kiswahili than I had my whole time here in the last 4 days.

Since we have all had such long car rides together we would like to consider ourselves "best friends" now. These newbies have interesting insights to the city I forget. They want to "fix" everything. You can't. Nothing about this place makes sense and it's not going to change, especially in one week. The guy has not been so crazy about our amount of the time in the car- Rubberband- I have been uber tired due to the heat and lack of sleep -Rubberband- The girl has not been so comfortable all the time with some unexpected curve balls - Rubberband- My friend learns " fat" is a complement - Rubberband- When given gifts you don't want to take due to knowing they have no money to buy their next meal - Rubberband- When given a Kanaga in 90 degree weather because the wind is blowing, wear it anyways - Rubberband-

Heres some pics from the week

With all the kids

Maurice and I

Hannah with Mark

Hannah teaching Sunday School