Last Days in Kenya
Well I’ve been experiencing what you might call an emotional constipation. I guess it’s better than a physical one. I’ve been feeling a bit at a loss when it comes to writing anything. There is so much, but I can’t quite process it. It feels extreme. Extreme joy at being able to be used by God even in a small way. Extreme sorrow at meeting previous children whose ribs stick out in hunger. Elation at being able to introduce some of our favorite people to one another, heaviness at being introduced to a teenager who was married off at age 11 and now struggling in her school and unable to escape her situation because she doesn’t want to leave her baby. It’s the wonder of my children getting to go on safari, see elephants and make new friends, coupled with the hardship of having a sick baby in Africa. The challenge of my young ones grows as they have battled sickness and now seem tired and overwhelmed by all that is new. New faces greet them and they hide behind me, kids try to befriend th
