Life at the green and white concrete house in Kisumu is falling back into "normal" whatever that may be. That was hard for me at first. It felt so wrong to get back into life without Hadassah. I knew that with the busyness of life she would no longer be the main focus and that hurt me. But such is life and so it has happened. And i found out it's ok. Hadassah's with Jesus and someday i will see her (i can't wait!!!) but until then life calls and the children need a mother who can see past her sorrow and choose joy.
|Levi and his little buddy "Lala"|
Many times i will whisper her name in my heart and tell her how much we love her and a part of my heart is always sad, but my heart and life is also filled with joy and laughter. And through the grief and tears i have grown up some more. Sorrow does that to a person. It will either give them depth or bitterness. "Please God, let me choose depth."
|Thank you again -Aaron & Steph Kelley and our Tenweck Hospital friends for all your support!|
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I'm enjoying being around people again and that is a wonderful feeling. This morning i took chai up to the sewing ladies at one of the other missionary's houses. 4 Kenyan ladies have a sewing class every Monday morning. One of them, Pamela, is the teacher and she also sews dresses for sewing challenged people like myself. The little ones carried cups and i carried the chai and the hand of one little boy. The ladies seemed delighted and i delighted in giving instead of taking. They begged me to stay and talk and i did for a bit but the milk man showed up, which meant a mad dash for my house at the opposite end of the compound. But it was a good "normal" and i would like to think it built just a bit more of a bridge between their hearts and mine.
Jonathan loving the Tenweck tree house!
So life goes on. One ticking minute at a time. I cuddle Levi at nap time and i read Dr. Seuss to a row of wooly headed boys. I smile into my husband's eyes and talk life issues with the older ones over beans and chapatis. I think of all the friends God has brought into our lives, from years ago and of the friendships that are squeaky new. Friends from all walks of life. How rich our life is and how secure, knowing that no matter what happens in the future, He holds us in the palm of His hand. He loves us and that is enough.
|"Homer" the chameleon. Ain't he cute??|
"Nor height, nor depth, nor any creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."