Yes, I know I haven't Blogged in for the past four days... I kept trying to write, but I couldn't seem to find the words.
These last few days have been a great big blur. In this spinning daze, we have made some amazing friendships that will last a lifetime, we have stepped out of our comfort-zones, and we have been drastically humbled and stretched.
But tonight is our last night...
Visiting the Children's Home and Feeding-Station/School has been such a blessing. These children know the true meaning of joy. These children who, by American standards, have nothing, are more hospitable than many of our richest people. They dance and sing; they jump and shout just because we have come to visit them.
Each of us had the opportunity to teach two classes at the school. The first time, I taught the 4th and 5th grade class. The second time, Zoe and I taught the 3rd grade class. It was so much fun!!
At the Children's Home, I made many new friends. Sylvia, Stencha, Veronicah, and many more! I taught them the song, "Down to the River To Pray," and they absolutely loved it!!
I spent time with my Kenyan sister, Elizabeth. She has the sweetest spirit, and the most contagious smile. She has me wrapped around her little finger. And she is happy to know that we are moving to Kitale soon.
I have experienced so much joy on this trip... I will never be able to express how I have felt and how I am feeling now. I hold so much joy in my heart, but I am filled with sorrow because I am leaving this place and these people I have come to love.
I have completely fallen in love with this place and these people. Any feelings of fear or not wanting to move here have faded away. I am ready to come back, and this time to stay.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Day #4
Sometimes you just can't put into words the things you have felt, seen, heard, smelled, tasted, and touched... That is how I feel.
So, where did we go today?
It is impossible to describe the place with only one word. But we do.
We call it a slum.
You cannot imagine the filth and the stench. Garbage and sewage is trampled underfoot. Animals rummage through it, looking for a bite to eat. Unidentifiable fumes and smoke thicken the air, along with the smell of unwashed bodies. Vendors work in their stands, selling everything from clothing to fish. Flies swarm everyone and everything. Children run around freely, wearing shoes far too large, too worn, or none at all. As you drive by, everyone stares at you; some smile, others grimace. The children chase the van screaming,
"How are you?! How are you?!"
If you take the time to smile and wave to them, their faces light up, and they return the kind gesture. As you continue on, you see women and young girls with babies slung on their backs. Hardly anyone is idle; they are all doing something. Some are carrying loads on their heads, others are hauling wood in a cart, and still more are just walking with no destination in mind. The little meat-markets are scattered throughout; but they have no way to keep the meat clean, cold, and safe for consumption. Tables of dried minnows and fruit are close by, being touched by the stale air.
And amid all of this, there are the schools.
At the first school, all of the children fell in love with us, and us with them. They held our hands, talked to us, sang with us, danced with us, and laughed with us. Immediately, we all became good friends.
Zoe, (age 11, and a true joy to have on the team with us,) met and became close to two young girls by the age of 11 and 12. They were inseparable from the moment they met.
I became friends with a girl who was nearly 15 years old. She was a translator for us, and was so sweet to me. I also had the privilege of meeting her mother, who is one of the teachers there.
The whole school just warmed my heart! The children were genuinely excited for us to visit them.
We were there for perhaps 30 minutes, and then it was time to go. When the young children heard this, they wrapped their arms around us and cried,
"Don't leave us! Take us home with you!"
It absolutely broke my heart. I felt so many emotions, ranging from sadness to anger to shock. I felt like my heart was being torn in two. I was angry at myself, because I could not stay longer with them. I was shocked and bewildered that they had reacted this way, and because we had all become so close in such a short time.
Love is a curious thing. It brings such joy, but can bring such sadness too...
Zoe and I held it together. We smiled and waved to the kids, out the van window. As we drove down the road, we both sat in silence. I think I can speak for both of us when I say our insides were aching.
Susan, (our pastor and team-leader's wife,) looked in the back and saw us sitting. She asked if we were okay.
"You know it is okay to cry..." she said.
As soon as she said that, the floodgates broke loose.
.........................
Visiting the other schools was not as hard.
Each school had a short show to put on for us. They all sang and danced beautifully!!
I was very humbled at the second school.
They were living in the middle of the trash and muck. The had very small rooms with little light to see. Their uniforms were ragged. But they were all so proud! And they were so thankful for the fact that GOD had provided a clean concrete slab for the children to play on, for transparent sheets to use as skylights in the rooms, and for plenty of rice and beans for their children to eat.
They had so little, yet had so much.
At the last school, (which was held in the church we taught the conference at,) there were many small children. Before the program started, I ran to the restroom. (I'm not going to lie, I have tried to avoid speaking of the restrooms, but I have to, so you can understand this story...) The restrooms at this school/church are, quite literally, holes in the floor with shaky stalls made of wood and sheets of metal.
After I had went into the stall, a little kid came running in, trying to open the door. I was pushing against the door to keep it closed, because there were no locks on the inside.
Soon, a little face was looking through one of the many cracks in the door.
I shoved my hands over the crack, telling them to not come in.
The child stopped trying to get in, but I heard a small, rattling sound on the other side. When I looked closer, I saw that there was a lock, but it was on the outside. The kid locked me in the bathroom.
Well, I kinda freaked out... But I didn't scream out to someone, because I was mortified.
What to do?? I shook the stall, hoping the lock would slip out. I reached through the cracks, trying to reach the lock. And finally, I shoved my fingers through a half-inch space, and scooted the lock out of the pin.
When I came out, nearly 15 minutes later, the ladies were wondering why I took so long.
When I explained my situation, I could not get them to stop laughing...
..............
We are heading out to Kitale!! Please pray for safe travel, and for all of our luggage to arrive on time.
Thank you for your time! :)
So, where did we go today?
It is impossible to describe the place with only one word. But we do.
We call it a slum.
You cannot imagine the filth and the stench. Garbage and sewage is trampled underfoot. Animals rummage through it, looking for a bite to eat. Unidentifiable fumes and smoke thicken the air, along with the smell of unwashed bodies. Vendors work in their stands, selling everything from clothing to fish. Flies swarm everyone and everything. Children run around freely, wearing shoes far too large, too worn, or none at all. As you drive by, everyone stares at you; some smile, others grimace. The children chase the van screaming,
"How are you?! How are you?!"
If you take the time to smile and wave to them, their faces light up, and they return the kind gesture. As you continue on, you see women and young girls with babies slung on their backs. Hardly anyone is idle; they are all doing something. Some are carrying loads on their heads, others are hauling wood in a cart, and still more are just walking with no destination in mind. The little meat-markets are scattered throughout; but they have no way to keep the meat clean, cold, and safe for consumption. Tables of dried minnows and fruit are close by, being touched by the stale air.
And amid all of this, there are the schools.
At the first school, all of the children fell in love with us, and us with them. They held our hands, talked to us, sang with us, danced with us, and laughed with us. Immediately, we all became good friends.
Zoe, (age 11, and a true joy to have on the team with us,) met and became close to two young girls by the age of 11 and 12. They were inseparable from the moment they met.
I became friends with a girl who was nearly 15 years old. She was a translator for us, and was so sweet to me. I also had the privilege of meeting her mother, who is one of the teachers there.
The whole school just warmed my heart! The children were genuinely excited for us to visit them.
We were there for perhaps 30 minutes, and then it was time to go. When the young children heard this, they wrapped their arms around us and cried,
"Don't leave us! Take us home with you!"
It absolutely broke my heart. I felt so many emotions, ranging from sadness to anger to shock. I felt like my heart was being torn in two. I was angry at myself, because I could not stay longer with them. I was shocked and bewildered that they had reacted this way, and because we had all become so close in such a short time.
Love is a curious thing. It brings such joy, but can bring such sadness too...
Zoe and I held it together. We smiled and waved to the kids, out the van window. As we drove down the road, we both sat in silence. I think I can speak for both of us when I say our insides were aching.
Susan, (our pastor and team-leader's wife,) looked in the back and saw us sitting. She asked if we were okay.
"You know it is okay to cry..." she said.
As soon as she said that, the floodgates broke loose.
.........................
Visiting the other schools was not as hard.
Each school had a short show to put on for us. They all sang and danced beautifully!!
I was very humbled at the second school.
They were living in the middle of the trash and muck. The had very small rooms with little light to see. Their uniforms were ragged. But they were all so proud! And they were so thankful for the fact that GOD had provided a clean concrete slab for the children to play on, for transparent sheets to use as skylights in the rooms, and for plenty of rice and beans for their children to eat.
They had so little, yet had so much.
At the last school, (which was held in the church we taught the conference at,) there were many small children. Before the program started, I ran to the restroom. (I'm not going to lie, I have tried to avoid speaking of the restrooms, but I have to, so you can understand this story...) The restrooms at this school/church are, quite literally, holes in the floor with shaky stalls made of wood and sheets of metal.
After I had went into the stall, a little kid came running in, trying to open the door. I was pushing against the door to keep it closed, because there were no locks on the inside.
Soon, a little face was looking through one of the many cracks in the door.
I shoved my hands over the crack, telling them to not come in.
The child stopped trying to get in, but I heard a small, rattling sound on the other side. When I looked closer, I saw that there was a lock, but it was on the outside. The kid locked me in the bathroom.
Well, I kinda freaked out... But I didn't scream out to someone, because I was mortified.
What to do?? I shook the stall, hoping the lock would slip out. I reached through the cracks, trying to reach the lock. And finally, I shoved my fingers through a half-inch space, and scooted the lock out of the pin.
When I came out, nearly 15 minutes later, the ladies were wondering why I took so long.
When I explained my situation, I could not get them to stop laughing...
..............
We are heading out to Kitale!! Please pray for safe travel, and for all of our luggage to arrive on time.
Thank you for your time! :)
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Day #2 and #3
The past two days have been so busy, I didn't have the time or energy to write!! But it has been a good kind of busy...
Yesterday, we went to the pastors' conference. The women who came were very tickled that "women from America" came to visit and give them council. There were no young people for me to teach, so I listened to the other ladies. (They all did a fabulous job!!) In the lessons, the ladies were reminded that they are the "crown of creation." GOD saved them for last, when HE made the world. Women were the "finishing touch." (Needless to say, they were all very happy to hear this!) The women all walked out of the session with their heads held high...
Today, we finished the conference. Both the men and women had many questions that needed to be answered; so the final session was held together.
Right after we finished the conference, everyone wanted to take our picture!! It was rather uncomfortable to me... I don't like too much attention focused on me at one time. But being white missionaries, there was no choice. We posed with everyone, picture after picture. Finally, they were all happy...
When that little experience was over, we went into the slum for an "open-air." (In an Open-Air, people stand in the streets to share testimonies, preach, and sing.) All of the children swarmed us, as we walked. They all wanted to shake our hands, and touch our skin. As we played with them, more and more kids came! We were surrounded by children who only wanted a new friend.
Although, I had to laugh... There was a small group of little boys, (all around 7-8 years old) who kept staring at me and giggling. When I waved to them and said hi, they all giggled harder. Soon, they began pushing one another in my direction saying,
"Go talk to her! Go speak to her!"
To which the other would say,
"No, YOU go talk to her!"
And soon the whispers turned to,
"You love her! You want to marry her!"
One of them eventually became quite bold, and kissed my hand as we left.
What can you say to that...? I just had to laugh. It was too precious...
............
Today was a HUGE blessing!! I cannot wait to go back tomorrow to share Jesus with all of them. It will be my turn to get in front of everyone on the street; so please pray for me. We will also visit the slum-schools.
My mom will be meeting with the person who is helping us get our visas, as well. Please pray all goes well!
Thanks for the prayers!! :)
Yesterday, we went to the pastors' conference. The women who came were very tickled that "women from America" came to visit and give them council. There were no young people for me to teach, so I listened to the other ladies. (They all did a fabulous job!!) In the lessons, the ladies were reminded that they are the "crown of creation." GOD saved them for last, when HE made the world. Women were the "finishing touch." (Needless to say, they were all very happy to hear this!) The women all walked out of the session with their heads held high...
Today, we finished the conference. Both the men and women had many questions that needed to be answered; so the final session was held together.
Right after we finished the conference, everyone wanted to take our picture!! It was rather uncomfortable to me... I don't like too much attention focused on me at one time. But being white missionaries, there was no choice. We posed with everyone, picture after picture. Finally, they were all happy...
When that little experience was over, we went into the slum for an "open-air." (In an Open-Air, people stand in the streets to share testimonies, preach, and sing.) All of the children swarmed us, as we walked. They all wanted to shake our hands, and touch our skin. As we played with them, more and more kids came! We were surrounded by children who only wanted a new friend.
Although, I had to laugh... There was a small group of little boys, (all around 7-8 years old) who kept staring at me and giggling. When I waved to them and said hi, they all giggled harder. Soon, they began pushing one another in my direction saying,
"Go talk to her! Go speak to her!"
To which the other would say,
"No, YOU go talk to her!"
And soon the whispers turned to,
"You love her! You want to marry her!"
One of them eventually became quite bold, and kissed my hand as we left.
What can you say to that...? I just had to laugh. It was too precious...
............
Today was a HUGE blessing!! I cannot wait to go back tomorrow to share Jesus with all of them. It will be my turn to get in front of everyone on the street; so please pray for me. We will also visit the slum-schools.
My mom will be meeting with the person who is helping us get our visas, as well. Please pray all goes well!
Thanks for the prayers!! :)
Monday, July 1, 2013
Day #1
We made it!! After 19 hours of sitting in an airplane, we are comfortably sitting at a boarding-house in Nairobi, Kenya. All of our luggage was accounted for, and we didn't have any problems. Thanks for the prayer!!
We got in around 12:00 AM, and slept until 10:30. (I must say, sleep never felt so good!) After eating breakfast, (or, I guess, lunch...) we ladies went to the mall. (Which was quite an experience, I must say!) I could never go into all of the details, but many of the fun(ny) moments included a stand in the mall selling roasted-corn-on-a-stick, us trying on BIG crazy wigs, and buying some flip-flops and a toy giraffe from a street-vendor.
We enjoyed our "recovery day," but are ready to start work tomorrow. We are going to the pastors' conference to share with the ladies and/or any youth that come. I have two lessons prepared, but when we were walking through the mall, I was talking to one of the women that came with us. As we were talking, a new lesson hit me like a ton of bricks! GOD revealed that we need to have the faith and trust of little children, when it comes to our relationship with HIM.(I will share more about it after I get a chance to read my BIBLE and write some things down.) But this will surely be a new one for me to share!
We are all very tired, but very happy. None of us have gotten sick, so thanks for praying for that. (But please keep those prayers up! The dinner we ate tonight might have been a bit of a mistake... it didn't taste quite right.)
I will do my best to keep everyone updated! I cannot wait to see what GOD is going to do on this trip.
Keep up those prayers!! We appreciate it. :)
We got in around 12:00 AM, and slept until 10:30. (I must say, sleep never felt so good!) After eating breakfast, (or, I guess, lunch...) we ladies went to the mall. (Which was quite an experience, I must say!) I could never go into all of the details, but many of the fun(ny) moments included a stand in the mall selling roasted-corn-on-a-stick, us trying on BIG crazy wigs, and buying some flip-flops and a toy giraffe from a street-vendor.
We enjoyed our "recovery day," but are ready to start work tomorrow. We are going to the pastors' conference to share with the ladies and/or any youth that come. I have two lessons prepared, but when we were walking through the mall, I was talking to one of the women that came with us. As we were talking, a new lesson hit me like a ton of bricks! GOD revealed that we need to have the faith and trust of little children, when it comes to our relationship with HIM.(I will share more about it after I get a chance to read my BIBLE and write some things down.) But this will surely be a new one for me to share!
We are all very tired, but very happy. None of us have gotten sick, so thanks for praying for that. (But please keep those prayers up! The dinner we ate tonight might have been a bit of a mistake... it didn't taste quite right.)
I will do my best to keep everyone updated! I cannot wait to see what GOD is going to do on this trip.
Keep up those prayers!! We appreciate it. :)
Hannah Wilson
(I thought I would share a picture of where we are currently staying... This is the "Mennonite House" in Nairobi, Kenya.)
Friday, June 14, 2013
Counting Down the Days... And Finding Our Theme.
I am counting down the days until our two week trip to Kenya!! (15 more days...) My mom and I have been running around and trying to prepare.
Two weeks is a long time to be away from your family. (I can barely last one week at camp!) So, needless to say, I am both nervous and excited.
Yet amid all of the craziness of last-minute preparation, there is already a theme at play... All of the people going on the trip have met together and discussed what we would be teaching about at the conferences and children's home. Strangely, all of us had similar topics! Everyone's lessons have something to do with identity.
I will be teaching the teens about their identity. Just because we are young, does not mean we cannot be a part of kingdom work. (This works the other way around, too!) Your age does not define your worth.
Two weeks is a long time to be away from your family. (I can barely last one week at camp!) So, needless to say, I am both nervous and excited.
Yet amid all of the craziness of last-minute preparation, there is already a theme at play... All of the people going on the trip have met together and discussed what we would be teaching about at the conferences and children's home. Strangely, all of us had similar topics! Everyone's lessons have something to do with identity.
I will be teaching the teens about their identity. Just because we are young, does not mean we cannot be a part of kingdom work. (This works the other way around, too!) Your age does not define your worth.
(Jeremiah 1:4-10
Now the word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
Then I said, “Ah, Lord God! Behold, I do not know how to speak, for I am only a youth.”
But theLord said to me,
“Do not say, ‘I am only a youth’; for to all to whom I send you, you shall go, and whatever I command you, you shall speak.Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, declares the Lord.”
Then the Lord put out his hand and touched my mouth. And the Lord said to me,
“Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.See, I have set you this day over nations and over kingdoms, to pluck up and to break down, to destroy and to overthrow, to build and to plant.”)
GOD has a plan for all of us. HIS plan for you is different than mine. We are all going to be used in different ways. You will reach people that no one else will reach.
Your identity in CHRIST is not defined by your age, gender, or experience. GOD makes you who you are for a reason.
Embrace who GOD is making you. Accept the gifts HE has placed in you. Operate in the anointing HE has placed over you. Stand firm on what the BIBLE says. Speak the TRUTH.
Embrace who GOD is making you. Accept the gifts HE has placed in you. Operate in the anointing HE has placed over you. Stand firm on what the BIBLE says. Speak the TRUTH.
Monday, June 3, 2013
New Update! Sorry for the wait...
Well, long time, no see!!
Hey, everyone in the Blog-World! I have totally neglected to post for almost a year. (*slapping myself*) So sorry to anyone who was wondering how things have been. But I am BACK!! Posts should be a little more regular from here on out.
WoW! So much has been happening to our family, lately. Kenya is coming nearer and nearer to being a reality for us. My dad went on a week-long trip, back in April, in diligent search of a house for our family. Much was accomplished on the trip, and we finally have a house picked out!! (Pictures at the bottom of the post...)
Securing a home in Kenya has made things become much more real. It isn't just some abstract idea for the future anymore. We have begun to look for monthly supporters, as we will be working as full-time missionaries. (If you are interested in helping us, please let us know!!)
People have truly shown love and kindness by helping us as they have, whether by sending money or giving a word of encouragement. It blesses us to know there are caring people back here at home who will pray for us and miss us.
I'm sure everyone has heard the saying, "timing is everything." Well, GOD's timing is even better than that; it's perfect! Although HIS timing can be a little too fast or even a little too slow for my human tastes, I have had to learn that HIS timing truly is perfect. No sooner than when we had left the airport, Dad received a phone-call saying that our first payment for the house had been taken care of by an anonymous donor.
I have experienced both joy and sorrow in this whole situation. I am excited about the prospects of seeing new things, meeting new people, and being able to serve rather than receive my whole life. But I am sad because we are leaving the familiar behind; we will have to change our old lifestyles to fit our new circumstances. I'm like everyone else, I'm not fond of change.
Let's be honest, change is uncomfortable. I would be totally content to stay in my "bubble" and rarely change anything. But... GOD told us to do things differently. We are supposed to be the "light of the world" and a "city on a hill." We were called to stand out, and standing out is uncomfortable. (And sometimes it even hurts...) But when it hurts the most, that is the time we have to remember that this world is not our home. This isn't forever. It is all temporary.
On the days when I feel like I really don't want to do what GOD has called us to (yes, I have felt like that a lot,) I have to remember something my parents told me on the subject.
"We would rather be a little uncomfortable for a few years of our life, than to have to explain to GOD on Judgment Day why we were not obedient when HE made it clear and possible for us."
Almost anything seems bearable with this thought in mind.
My goal right now is to learn to remain joyful, no matter the circumstance. No matter where we live, no matter who I am around, no matter what is happening around me. The poetic side of me makes this simile, "A life without joy is like a night without stars." (You can apply that how you want to. It makes sense to me...)
We still do not have everything in order for our departure yet. Our house is not sold, we do not have enough monthly supporters, etc. But we are preparing as much as we can, and hoping GOD does the rest.
My mother and I will be going on a twelve-day mission-trip at the end of the month, to visit our little Elizabeth and begin to get connected with where we are going to be living. (Pricing items at the market, checking out the house, meeting the people, etc.) I will also have the opportunity to teach at a youth conference in Nairobi. We are planning on spending time at the orphanage and feeding station. (I will be Blogging throughout that time, so be on lookout for updates!) I feel excitement welling up as our trip grows closer.
We covet your prayers! Thank you for those who take the time to read. :)
Hey, everyone in the Blog-World! I have totally neglected to post for almost a year. (*slapping myself*) So sorry to anyone who was wondering how things have been. But I am BACK!! Posts should be a little more regular from here on out.
WoW! So much has been happening to our family, lately. Kenya is coming nearer and nearer to being a reality for us. My dad went on a week-long trip, back in April, in diligent search of a house for our family. Much was accomplished on the trip, and we finally have a house picked out!! (Pictures at the bottom of the post...)
Securing a home in Kenya has made things become much more real. It isn't just some abstract idea for the future anymore. We have begun to look for monthly supporters, as we will be working as full-time missionaries. (If you are interested in helping us, please let us know!!)
People have truly shown love and kindness by helping us as they have, whether by sending money or giving a word of encouragement. It blesses us to know there are caring people back here at home who will pray for us and miss us.
I'm sure everyone has heard the saying, "timing is everything." Well, GOD's timing is even better than that; it's perfect! Although HIS timing can be a little too fast or even a little too slow for my human tastes, I have had to learn that HIS timing truly is perfect. No sooner than when we had left the airport, Dad received a phone-call saying that our first payment for the house had been taken care of by an anonymous donor.
I have experienced both joy and sorrow in this whole situation. I am excited about the prospects of seeing new things, meeting new people, and being able to serve rather than receive my whole life. But I am sad because we are leaving the familiar behind; we will have to change our old lifestyles to fit our new circumstances. I'm like everyone else, I'm not fond of change.
Let's be honest, change is uncomfortable. I would be totally content to stay in my "bubble" and rarely change anything. But... GOD told us to do things differently. We are supposed to be the "light of the world" and a "city on a hill." We were called to stand out, and standing out is uncomfortable. (And sometimes it even hurts...) But when it hurts the most, that is the time we have to remember that this world is not our home. This isn't forever. It is all temporary.
On the days when I feel like I really don't want to do what GOD has called us to (yes, I have felt like that a lot,) I have to remember something my parents told me on the subject.
"We would rather be a little uncomfortable for a few years of our life, than to have to explain to GOD on Judgment Day why we were not obedient when HE made it clear and possible for us."
Almost anything seems bearable with this thought in mind.
My goal right now is to learn to remain joyful, no matter the circumstance. No matter where we live, no matter who I am around, no matter what is happening around me. The poetic side of me makes this simile, "A life without joy is like a night without stars." (You can apply that how you want to. It makes sense to me...)
We still do not have everything in order for our departure yet. Our house is not sold, we do not have enough monthly supporters, etc. But we are preparing as much as we can, and hoping GOD does the rest.
My mother and I will be going on a twelve-day mission-trip at the end of the month, to visit our little Elizabeth and begin to get connected with where we are going to be living. (Pricing items at the market, checking out the house, meeting the people, etc.) I will also have the opportunity to teach at a youth conference in Nairobi. We are planning on spending time at the orphanage and feeding station. (I will be Blogging throughout that time, so be on lookout for updates!) I feel excitement welling up as our trip grows closer.
We covet your prayers! Thank you for those who take the time to read. :)
Hannah Wilson
(The future "Hospitality House.")
Saturday, October 6, 2012
What's New...
Well, I have fallen down on the job... Sorry about not posting lately. But there are lots of new things going on in my life.
First of all, I have successfully finished a month of highschool. (Enjoying Literature and Foreign Language.)
Angelcake Creations has been busier than ever! (15+ cakes in one week...)
Homeschool Co-Op has started, and we are preparing for the first show the Drama Class will be preforming to raise money for supplies. I'll be singing and playing guitar.
My Birthday was three days ago!! But I'll be celebrating next weekend...
Got my hair cut.
The weather has grown quite chilly over here, and I am enjoying it, immensely!
AND..................................
My family and I are moving to Kenya, Africa!!!
We will be moving within two years from now, (but we think we will be gone by this time next year.)
We are all quite excited!!
Our vision is to begin a boarding-house-like place, for missionaries that need a clean, safe spot to stay.
It will be like a cluster of little houses, where each traveling group can stay.
God has called our family to go there, and we are being obedient.
No, we aren't crazy.
No, we aren't weird.
And no, it isn't stupid.
We are being obedient followers of Christ. And that might look strange and "radical" to some Christians, but it shouldn't... This should look as normal as the rising of the sun.
I'm not saying all Christians should move to Africa; I am saying all Christians need to be so fully obedient to God that any act of obedience would look "normal," not only to us, but to the world. The people of the earth would see an act of obedience and say,
"Oh, that must be a Follower of Christ."
Pray, and ask God to lead you where He will...
P.S.- By the way, the Foreign Language I am learning is Swahili... lol!
First of all, I have successfully finished a month of highschool. (Enjoying Literature and Foreign Language.)
Angelcake Creations has been busier than ever! (15+ cakes in one week...)
Homeschool Co-Op has started, and we are preparing for the first show the Drama Class will be preforming to raise money for supplies. I'll be singing and playing guitar.
My Birthday was three days ago!! But I'll be celebrating next weekend...
Got my hair cut.
The weather has grown quite chilly over here, and I am enjoying it, immensely!
AND..................................
My family and I are moving to Kenya, Africa!!!
We will be moving within two years from now, (but we think we will be gone by this time next year.)
We are all quite excited!!
Our vision is to begin a boarding-house-like place, for missionaries that need a clean, safe spot to stay.
It will be like a cluster of little houses, where each traveling group can stay.
God has called our family to go there, and we are being obedient.
No, we aren't crazy.
No, we aren't weird.
And no, it isn't stupid.
We are being obedient followers of Christ. And that might look strange and "radical" to some Christians, but it shouldn't... This should look as normal as the rising of the sun.
I'm not saying all Christians should move to Africa; I am saying all Christians need to be so fully obedient to God that any act of obedience would look "normal," not only to us, but to the world. The people of the earth would see an act of obedience and say,
"Oh, that must be a Follower of Christ."
Pray, and ask God to lead you where He will...
P.S.- By the way, the Foreign Language I am learning is Swahili... lol!
Sister in Christ,
Hannah
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