Sisters On A Mission

Twenty hours ago, I wrote an email to friends sharing frustrations over discovering moldy walls, mice, and an empty house with one carpet for décor and comfort. But since that time, God has used my Kenyan friends to change my perspective entirely. I hired a taxi to pick up my things a friend had been keeping for me while I was in the U.S. As we were driving back to our house we talked about how white people are perceived in Kenya as having lots of money and the means to make the suffering of the poor go away.  I told him that if we had money we would be living in white people's neighborhoods and not in Jamhuri Park. But in his perspective Jamhuri Park was where the rich people lived! He added with a chuckle, "If you were poor, you would be living in kwawangari” the second largest slum in Nairobi, where people live in mud shacks. Then tonight we had a friend over for dinner at our friend Connie’s house (we are house-sitting for her while she is in Canada).  We took her o

"...the Lord your God..went before you in the way to seek you out a place to pitch your tents." Duet 1:33 Hello Friends! After moving around to various temporary missionary housings, we are now house-sitting for Connie, my roommate from last year.  God also led us to our own place just two houses down from Connie's!  This is an amazing answer to prayer, because I didn't want to spend weeks searching.  I just called up Connie's real estate agent and he found us a place that day!  It's the downstairs of a three story house owned by an older lady.  Her house is surrounded by an iron gate and her live in maid maintains a gorgeous garden on the compound!!  It is quiet and very well kept.  (Most apartments are full of roaches and mice, because of untidy tenants, but they left this place clean.) This cracks me up, the mosquito is dead even after wearing a gas mask. We are actually living in what they call the "servant's quarters" as