Along the way we briefly stopped in Nakuru at a technical training center that my co-travelers have contributed to for some years now. Clean laptops were set up in a small room, amongst a locked up compound in what now resembles a cyber cafe. The abandoned rooms and building were once a refuge for street kids, though we didn't see any children. The idea was that the technical school would help financially sustain the drop in centre, though I couldn't tell you if it's working. We left after a brief visit with the pastor managing the facility, and I haven't yet asked my companions if the place is what they believed it to be.
Upon arriving in Kitale, we no sooner unloaded our bags and Kim called me, asking if I was close. Sweet Maria, one of the abandoned babies fighting to live had just finished her last bottle. I eagerly brought over a bag with formula (generously donated), and found myself smiling at God's timing. A nine hour journey across this country to be able to deliver a can of desperately needed nourishment in the moment it was needed. I'm blessed to be the deliverer of such a gift, generously bestowed by you, through amazon, in God's perfect timing.
At dinner we were joined by some dear friends, and they were eager to hear how family and friends back home are doing that have visited in the past. Though they struggle through a lifetime of poverty, they eagerly pray for us and thank God for us daily. Such a generous act of faith from those others see as the destitute. If only to be rich in spirit and faith were the wealth of the West as it is here with my Kenyan friends.
Today we are off to Tulwet with the drilling team, so expect lots of photos on Instagram. Then later there will be more photos as we deliver the remaining baby items to Mattaw. It will be like Christmas!
Ever hopeful,
Dalene
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