Time to grow up, little girl

Sakina really is one of a kind. Unlike most girls, she's always welcomed by the boys to join in on any sports activities. I think it's because she is the only girl in a family of 6 boys. Could you imagine being the older sister of 6 brothers? I certainly cannot. She's tough, smart, talented and beautiful. Her father died years ago and now Sakina works so hard to ensure that her mother, who has succumbed to AIDS, is taken care of as well as all of her brothers. That's not an easy job for anyone yet alone a 17 year old.

Most days, Sakina has the opportunity to attend  Oasis. She partakes in the vocational training sewing class and has had the opportunity to learn a life-long skill. Over the last few weeks, Sakina has not been able to attend class; instead, she's had to take on jobs to help support her mother and brothers. Today, as I was walking home, I passed Sakina and Brenda on the road. While Sakina's a tough one, Brenda's the sweet one- never failing to show her shy, gentle smile.

Both girls were carrying loads of firewood that were twice their height and four times their weight. They had walked for miles to reach the forest where they are able to cut down tall, skinny trees with just one machete. Their legs and arms were filled with scratches and their bodies looked exhausted. I've heard that women who collect firewood often succumb to illnesses of the lungs. The physical toll this jobs takes on their body will weaken these young girls in no time. Simply watching them carry such a heavy load on their heads makes my neck and head hurt. It's both amazing and sad to watch girls I love work tirelessly to provide for their families. Usually this job is done by mothers, but these teenage girls have forfeited their childhood with hopes survival for both their families and themselves.

I know that selling firewood won't provide enough money to feed her family and I wonder what else she'll have to do to earn the money she needs. The thoughts that pass through my mind as I contemplate the options are heart breaking. I can't help but wonder how long it will be before these girls, as many others have, come face to face with the fact that selling their bodies brings more revenue along with less work. That thought alone makes my stomach churn. So what's my role in all of this? I believe it's to  pray, to encourage and to guide these precious girls with the hope and light of Jesus Christ. There's no one solution to their problem that I can provide, but I can provide the one Solution that can change their lives the most.

Sakina and the firewood she had collected

Immigration Issues

Here's my view from inside the immigration office. Some of you have heard about my immigration issues and, for those of you who haven't, trust me when I tell you that this wasn't the first time I've run into trouble entering Kenya. While this marks my forth run in with complications, this is the first time I've actually been pulled inside the immigration office and told to remain there until they decide what to do with me. Talk about an adventure! I'm happy to report that I was admitted back into the country :)

Lunar Eclipse!

WOW!!! I just saw the lunar eclipse from Kitale, Kenya. So beautifully amazing! I really don't think it gets much better than that! Definitely a once and a lifetime experience that I'll forever remember! Thanks God for letting special things like that happen for our pleasure and thanks Sister for calling just to tell me to look up :)

Blanket Drop

A few weeks ago we had an incredible opportunity to bless the lives of many children who live on the streets. We headed out around midnight to ensure that the boys we would be fast asleep. We were doing a blanket drop. Life on the streets is difficult. It's cold, lonely and uncomfortable. Nights are spend trying to stay warm and out of harms way. Children gather together and sleep in huddles as a survival mechanism. Being alone isn't safe nor is it warm. The kids sleeping on the streets don't have any place to call home so they look for places that protect them from the weather- the cold, the rain, the wind, the hail. Tonight the low in Kitale is 57 degrees with heavy thunderstorms expected. A miserable situation to find yourself trying to sleep through. Most kids don't have any blankets and they're lucky if they have some kind of jacket. I can tell you that I wouldn't last 10 minutes on the streets. No way, not a chance.

Their tiny bodies were curled up amongst one another, as close to a building and under a covering as they could get. We quietly, trying not to wake them, placed blankets on each child. We didn't want this to be something that we made a show out of; instead, we wanted it to be unanimous, something that they could only thank God for not us.

It was humbling to see the way they slept. It looked miserable and made parts deep inside my heart ache. An ache so deep that any description would never do it justice.

Fashion Show!

After completing our skirts, Leila suggested we have a fashion show for the girls! It was the perfect opportunity for them to show off their great work. Check out some pictures below!

the Oasis sewing class!

me with the girls :)

let the fashion show begin!

and of course Etao wanted to join in!

strike a pose!

A mile wide, an inch deep

Last week I decided to dive into Rick Warren's book on Bible Study Methods. I've never really investigated different methods for studying the Bible; instead, I usually just open up my Bible, start reading and scribble down my thoughts as I go. I'm enjoying learning about various study methods that I've never really considered, but I've found that the things listed in this book are a bit out of reach even for me- a person living on a nice compound in Kenya with a small library full of Christian literature and access to the internet. Let me pause here and say that I'm not criticizing Rick's book at all. I've obtained some very useful information from this book that has helped improve the way I study the Bible. This book was written for people in his community, church and culture. You simply can't take what is written for American culture and apply it to a third world country- it doesn't transfer as nicely as we'd like it to. 

What it comes down to is: the people of Kitale will probably never have access to such material at all. Without their basic needs being met how can these people who live just down the street from me obtain this vast list of resources recommended for an in-depth study of the Bible. Concordances, commentaries, word studies, Bible encyclopedias, or even a single translation of the Bible when having 2-3 various translations is suggested. Putting Bibles in the hands of people here would be amazing! But at the same time not always useful because many people I spend my time with can't read. More of them can read swahili, but almost no one can read English. Only very few people living at this poverty level have ever been to school and probably none have completed school passed a primary level. It's hard to imagine not going school. It's so integrated into the fabric of our society that having mass amounts of people who don't have the privilege of education seems unreal. Of course almost everyone living in poverty would love to go to school, but they can't. It's hard to explain the complexities that hinder their ability to find a means to becoming educated. Yes, a large part of it is money, but there are so many other aspects that have deep-rooted affects as well. The necessity to stay alive. The need for older children to watch younger children. The need for house help. The need for children to fetch water. The need for laborers. The need for firewood collectors. The need for help on the farm. The need for help cooking. The need for children to clean. The need for boys to work. The need for so many things. I could spend days trying process and explain the ways that poverty affects the ability for children to attend schools. Some things, like a widow raising 9 children, are obvious hinderances to a child's opportunities, but others are difficult to uncover and even more difficult to explain. 

I'm continuing to pray that our work in the slums, including our weekly Bible study for the women of Shimo, will create and nurture both spiritual and intellectual growth. I don't want any endeavor we've started here to fade away once we leave. I don't want them to think that since the white missionaries are gone their Bible study must stop. I want to empower them to keep on going.  I want to encourage these women to do this on their own. I want the one who can read to help those who can't. 

Once again, I've wandered off topic. Surprise, surprise.  

I started this blog post to talk about the fact that people here don't have access to Bible study resources- not even a Bible. This is humbling as I think about the number of Bibles I've had in the course of my 23 years of life. I find it amazing that in America, even though we live in a culture so rich in Biblical tools, our churches and communities have become so spiritually dry. 

A few weeks ago, while I was chatting on the phone with my sister, Lauren mentioned a quote she had recently heard regarding churches in Africa-- the church is a mile wide and an inch deep. While this phrase could also be used to describe churches in countries and cultures all around the world, I would agree that it fits much of what I've experienced since arriving in Kenya. This phrase is intended to describe the areas that, although they are highly populated with churches, have not developed deep spiritual maturity within the church. Now don't start to think that there are churches all over the place in Africa because that certainly isn't the case. But it is important to know that some areas- such as Kitale- have many churches. I am not writing these things to discourage or even complain about the churches in Kitale. I'm writing these things to emphasize the potential that exists. These pastors have little, if any, access to materials that we are overflowing with in America. Things that for years I, a person who is neither a pastor nor a theologian, have been able to access with ease. They have their Bible, but rarely do they have the ability to utilize concordances, Bible encyclopedias, historic texts, theological book, word dictionaries and other Biblical resources. I really believe having these materials here in Kenya would help strengthen and develop the spiritual maturity of people and churches. Simply giving pastors access could potentially do wonders-- helping pastors grow their congregation and continue to shepherd them to a life of loving Jesus. 

Songs: Love Came Down

I've decided that I want to start sharing some of the songs that have really encouraged me during my time in Kenya. There have been so many songs that have been an outlet for my feelings and thoughts. Over the last 4 months, my heart has been filled with emotions that have stretched the very being of who I am. Sometimes when I think I can't express the intensity of my feelings the perfect song comes along that allows me to pour myself at the feet of Jesus. Here's one of those songs. 


Love Came Down-  Bethel Church


When I call on your name you answer
When I I fall you are there by my side
You delivered me out of darkness
Now I stand in the hope of new life

By grace I'm free
You've rescued me
All I am is Yours

I've found a love a love greater than life itself
I've found a hope stronger and nothing compares
I once was lost now I'm alive in you

You're my God and my firm foundation
It is you whom I'll trust at all times
I give glory and praise, adoration
To my Saviour who's seated on high

Love came down and rescued me
I thank You, I thank You
I once was blind but now I see
I see You, I see You