Shortly after children's church the main service begins...the building is packed! And the worship service is through the roof. ALL of the kids are dancing and singing...it was so contagious! Naturally I love to worship so I join right in. I am dancing with these precious little children! I have the most precious opportunity to dance with these orphans whom God loves so much!!! I am honored and blessed! In my mind I feel like I had a glimpse of heaven...these are my brothers and sisters in Christ...one day we will all be together in heaven...worshipping our God, much like this moment...

When it was time to sit and listen to the message I was swarmed by children from Tumaini's home. I had two children on my lap and then two on each side of me, all trying to have some part of them touching me. Throughout the service I loved on them. Hugging, squeezing, smiling... One of the girls sitting to the left of me was amazed by the differences in our skin tones. She spent most of the church service comparing our fingernails, palms, hair, etc. After her discoveries she grabbed hold of my arm, squeezing it so tight and did not let go! I saw something in this moment...this child reminded me of how we are all the same. Our flesh is just an outward covering...it doesn't mean much at all...what matters is she saw and felt my heart. She saw beyond my pale exterior and how we are so different in that way...she saw that we are both the same on the inside. I saw we are both the same on the inside...Two people who love God and share God's love with others...Once again I am humbled by seeing things though a child's eyes!

When church was through, we were served lunch by the women of the church. Outside the children were being fed too. It was a great time to break bread and fellowship.

Shortly after lunch we were divided up to go and do home visits. It was an opportunity to meet people in the community. It was slightly raining and the roads we were walking upon were muddy and slick.
I tried my best to act like it didn't bother me and that I was just like them! I found out I am not so coordinated and did a little bit of slip and slide! There was one home on our walk down the road, it was a family that was displaced from the violence in the Rift Valley after the Kenyan elections in the beginning of the year. Here was this family: mom, dad and four children living in what we would call a shack. It was their home, sheet metal, cardboard doors. The room was no bigger than 10 by 10. Yet this family was worshipping God and even though their real home was far from here they were hopeful. Hopeful??? She said of their struggles since the displacement; little food, no work, not able or barely able to pay the rent on this smaller than small home, yet she has faith and is hopeful!!! I am put to shame in my heart for the things that I complain about and fret over! The mother said that she knew God cared about her because he sent us to visit. We had a delightful time chatting via translators and we even got to pray for them. Our time was up and we had to leave. In Kenya if you are welcomed back to a home they walk to the gate or end of the property, this is what she did. We were told that we are welcome back! I know I will be going back to Karima one day but I hope that when that day comes this family will be back in their home in the Rift Valley.