Sisters On A Mission

There are two people who have really touched me lately, Mama Flora and Martha. As you know, I have been living with a Ugandan/Kenyan family in Southern Nairobi, Kenya.  Mami has become quite dear to me because of her kind heart.  Even though she works at her husband’s hospital, I’ve observed that her greatest joy is in serving her children and her husband. Last week she received the unfortunate news that the father she had faithfully cared for the past 8 years, died. She traveled by herself, 8 hours across bumpy roads, to be there for his burial. Although her children longed to be there for her, they did not have a way to go to the funeral.  So after some thought and prayer, I decided to take the night bus to Ginga, Uganda.  I thought she was going to faint when I walked into her Ugandan Home!  Mama's daughter escaping the midday heat. From then on she introduced me to all her relatives as her daughter. I was so touche...

“I have heard the groans of the poor.   Now I will rise up to rescue them as they have longed for me to do.” Psalm 12:5 Hello my friends!   I miss you and have so much to tell! After the funniest volleyball game I’ve ever played (using all body parts), American pizza, and an amazing worship time, our diverse group of missionaries began to share prayer requests.   It really encouraged me to hear that God is indeed at work among the poor and oppressed here in East Africa. They shared stories that you will never hear on the depressing news about the drought and famine.   A missionary kid told us all about his adventure dropping food supplies from a C130 jet.   They had to be fully harnessed as the back of the plane was removed before take-off. Because the drop zone was so small, they had to take several practice runs in which all but one got sick from the excessive turbulence. He said they had to fly at an altitude of 400 feet, going only 120 knots as not to expl...