But lo and behold, my flu cleared up, the puking quit and we still have impetigo, but life in Kenya may just be worth living. I absolutely love the weather so far. Cool mornings, warm days but not too warm and since we're in the early rains, there's often a storm that moves through in the evening, making for lovely cool breezes and a fresh feel. And i have a vegetable lady who delivers my fresh vegetables to my front door, there's fresh chapati's to be bought for cheaper than i can make them at a little market outside the compound, and we have free soda that the mission pays for. I mean, seriously, how long can i stay depressed? The reason for the soda is cause water has to be bought and it's just as cheap to buy soda. Relax, my dear health minded friends, we save ours for saturday evenings with pizza. Except when my throat is dry and water just doesn't cut it. Interesting how that only happens when the children are no where around.
I do laundry with a wringer washer since it does a much better job than the regular washer and is much faster. It's hard work but i do enjoy it.
The children are doing well in school and Zachary said this evening that he thinks he might like Africa even better than the states. Lots of friends in the compound and an afternoon strolling the fish market with their very fine daddy influenced that remark I'm sure.
Tomorrow we head out to church for the first time alone, with Marlin driving. Everything's on the opposite side of the road than America and people drive like it's their last moment on earth, which is very possible from my point of view. We pick up a young man who is in instruction class and then bounce for an hour til we reach our little tin and pole shed church. Backless benches, dirt floors and Kenyan bathrooms leave one slightly exhausted til time to leave but the people are very friendly and i even know how to greet them with "praise Jesus" in Kenyan. After church we line up at the back with the pastor(s) and greet every single person in church, from the littlest orphan (such huge black eyes and beautiful faces that i can't help but get on their level so i can smile in their eyes) to the oldest 'Mama' there. We shake hands and touch cheeks, and some rattle Luo off at me while i smile helplessly and try and look wise. I was sick last sunday and totally doped up on Ibuprofen just so i could stand without fainting, so i'm looking forward to feeling normal.
And now you have a very small taste of our life here. The adjustment has been tough for all of us but especially for me and Emily, and yet I can say with confidence that God was NOT left behind at the Philly airport but is walking with us. Any battle worth fighting is going to be hard and right now i'm at a place where i'm simply trusting that God has us here for a purpose. And as for that rat hanging out on our back porch? I'm just going to thank God that it's outside and not inside my house.
May God's hand rest on each one of you, and please keep praying for us.