So, after 'hitting the road', (strange saying, isn't it.) Sandy did allow me to sit up front and see where we were going. The traffic was light and most of the drivers respected the fact that we owned the road and had a much more important agenda that they had.....We got to the airport, which as it turns out is not in the air. Sandy pinned a note on my jacket that said to return me to Kenya, kissed me goodby and left me sobbing with the curbside checkin boys...They were kind and seemed to understand that I needed to be treated like a 5 year old. Victor asked me if I was potty trained and seemed relieved to find out that I am. The extra baggage....not my personal problems....but the check thru stuff calculated out to $600.00 extra in costs.....I started to cry and Victor gave in and only charged me $500.00.....nice guy....use him if you travel with Delta out of Seattle. Much to my surprise, I felt as if I had been given a great gift....only $500.00.....like a years wages for most of the Kenyans....strange how my mind twists things.
So, here I sit with my computer like a good missionary, ignoring the people around me, so as not to reveal that I care about them....cuz Jesus told me to.....care about them, not ignore them... With TSA behind me...you know, not behind me, but having gone thru it, I am much more relaxed....how is it that a 5'2" 110lb blonde can scare the bejeezus out of this manly Marine. As I looked around I took comfort in the fact that every one else had the look of panic in there eyes as well....Such is my concern for others feelings....I take comfort in their discomfort....at least I didn't see any fully automatic rifles, unlike in the place I am going....anyway, I digress.. with my computer, which has revolutionize our society...now instead of having to clean our fingernail and figet with our clothing or glasses etc, we have an electronic way to ignore those around us...god forbid that we actually talk to somebody else....no wonder we are frightened of them....they are us in a different body. Am I an idiot or what!
Looking forward to see what God has called me to. Last time it turned out to be mostly different that what we anticipated, and I have an inkling that this will be the same. So, I am totally prepared to be not prepared. My only saving grace is that I have a kidney belt for the trips into town, and I have had some time to build up some emotional protection...you may not know it but it helps in places like I am going....both the belt and the emotional protection. Am excited to see Jeff and Carla....imagine....me excited to see Jeff....I told you my previous trip changed my life. There are 89 kids producing snot at the home now, up from 82 when we were there in Oct....so keep researching a use for snot and I will provide the product....we'll get rich.
I miss my bride of 43 years already, having not been apart this long ever....she seemed very sad to say goodby....at least I hope that the tears were sadness.....so when you think of me, pray for her.....at least that she might send me the return ticket home..... So many of you have been most generous and kind with your prayers and finances. Thank you so much. None of this trip, stuff, or mostly the care for all those kids would be possible. Without Jeff and Carla the kids would mostly die....without you, the kids would be without Jeff and Carla.....get the connection??? Thanks again....and thanks to Joyce and Ron whose tireless effort gives God an avenue to send the needed support for the kids.
2 hrs left and I enter the magic tube/transporter and end up in Holland....wait....wait...I'm going to Nairobi.....I need Victor...or my mommy.....
Probably be a couple of days til I ruin your thought life with my dribble....should give you some time to clear your head....
What....now there are 105
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
2011 day 1 minus 3
Well, here it is, Friday the 28th. It would be a different day, but it makes sense to stay with the conventional wisdom….anyway, 3 more sleeps, 2 more days and Sandy will weigh me down with all stuff I have collected and foist me off on Delta Airlines. For you in Anacortes, the would make Monday my day of departure. Some of you have generously contributed to this latest adventure, and I want to assure you that as foolish as it seemed for you to do that, those gifts actually will provide some much needed tools and equipment for those miniature snot manufacturers. It continues to amaze me how once presented with a good cause, people will give of their hard earned assets.
So, this guy of 177.4 lbs is taking three check thru items weighing about a total of 190lbs. Now, Delta charged 177lbs me around $750.00 one way to take me to Kenya……but they will charge about $500.00 to take the 190lbs to the same place. I tried to talk Delta into sending me as check thru….guess how far that got…..don’t look for me on any airport turnstile soon……seat 43G for me.
Having returned from Kenya at the end of October, tired, emaciated, with malaria and having taste buds that had all but given up on their quest, it only made sense to Sandy and I that I should go back again soon…..hence, this trip….hoping to get back before that aforementioned buds caught on that we were back in the land of food. For a, (and I say this honestly), not yet understood reason, Sandy and I began to think that I should go back at the end of January and stay until the 21st of March…..that seems like a long time and I’m beginning to question Sandy’s motives…..and I notice that all my life insurance policies are completely up to date… Now if you have had the intestinal fortitude to read my earlier ramblings you may understand when I say that this trip isn’t exactly predicated on the “romance” of Africa. After all, there are scary things there…..at least 88 of them and 66 under five years old….not to mention that even Jesus fasted for only 40 days, and I’m going to be there for 49 days….pray for me, ya hear!!
Miracles….yep, I say, miracles…that’s pretty much the whole story of Rehema Instep. If you and I could sit down together….not that you’d want to, I would tell you story after story of how God had intervened into the life of this children’s home….like the borehole and Toyota (bless her heart) and the abandoned kids who are alive and are now tormenting us. There is the land and the buildings and beautiful wall artwork and….and.. well build up your endurance and tolerance and we will sit down together….you can chalk it up to suffering for Jesus!!
Sandy says I can sit up front this one time as she takes me to the airport….see, more miracles. In the back will be some pretty expensive tools and misc. clothes and shoes. Hmmm, “expensive”……third world country……hmmm. Just on the off chance that there could be a dishonest official, thief, or all around bad type person, (of course I jest) maybe you could pray for safety and that ‘expensive’ and other stuff gets there with as little expense as possible.
So, since I am just beginning to dazzle you with my literary expertise, I will leave you wanting more…( I like to think of it that way anyway)
So, this guy of 177.4 lbs is taking three check thru items weighing about a total of 190lbs. Now, Delta charged 177lbs me around $750.00 one way to take me to Kenya……but they will charge about $500.00 to take the 190lbs to the same place. I tried to talk Delta into sending me as check thru….guess how far that got…..don’t look for me on any airport turnstile soon……seat 43G for me.
Having returned from Kenya at the end of October, tired, emaciated, with malaria and having taste buds that had all but given up on their quest, it only made sense to Sandy and I that I should go back again soon…..hence, this trip….hoping to get back before that aforementioned buds caught on that we were back in the land of food. For a, (and I say this honestly), not yet understood reason, Sandy and I began to think that I should go back at the end of January and stay until the 21st of March…..that seems like a long time and I’m beginning to question Sandy’s motives…..and I notice that all my life insurance policies are completely up to date… Now if you have had the intestinal fortitude to read my earlier ramblings you may understand when I say that this trip isn’t exactly predicated on the “romance” of Africa. After all, there are scary things there…..at least 88 of them and 66 under five years old….not to mention that even Jesus fasted for only 40 days, and I’m going to be there for 49 days….pray for me, ya hear!!
Miracles….yep, I say, miracles…that’s pretty much the whole story of Rehema Instep. If you and I could sit down together….not that you’d want to, I would tell you story after story of how God had intervened into the life of this children’s home….like the borehole and Toyota (bless her heart) and the abandoned kids who are alive and are now tormenting us. There is the land and the buildings and beautiful wall artwork and….and.. well build up your endurance and tolerance and we will sit down together….you can chalk it up to suffering for Jesus!!
Sandy says I can sit up front this one time as she takes me to the airport….see, more miracles. In the back will be some pretty expensive tools and misc. clothes and shoes. Hmmm, “expensive”……third world country……hmmm. Just on the off chance that there could be a dishonest official, thief, or all around bad type person, (of course I jest) maybe you could pray for safety and that ‘expensive’ and other stuff gets there with as little expense as possible.
So, since I am just beginning to dazzle you with my literary expertise, I will leave you wanting more…( I like to think of it that way anyway)
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