Families are valuable. Poverty should not rip them apart. You can help vulnerable children stay with their moms by connecting with COMMON BECOMES HOLY. Together let's express God's love to those victimized so they may be "taken away from common usage, designed for higher purposes, complete"- HOLY.
We're back in Kenya, among our friends, ministering with them in places desperate for hope. Jesus brings hope that grows into fruit shared, fellowship enjoyed, orphansloved, and unexpected blessings of participating in a leadership conference, ordination and baby dedication. Grateful to be found faithful to the call and entrusted with God's heart for the fatherless. Photo's below of the last couple weeks. Take a peek into what the Lord is doing in Kisumu...
Poverty's oppression is thwarted by the DIGGS project as widowed/single mamas commitment to serve God by banding together to read the Bible, pray and
share their blessings with others.
Agnus and Josephine taste fruit from USA,
something their "tongues longed for."
Fruit of the Spirit is what their lives long to produce.
Giving with generous hearts.
Tavin and Taleah ready for the first day of classes.
Last weekend we enjoyed fun fellowship
with families at the first annual school picnic.
Mark and Tavin join in the big "futbal" competition.
As many of you know, we live in a house with a very small compound - no room for hosting DIGGS training. We prayed for something in a fair price range with a place for widowed/single mamas so they
could come to us for classes.
Tada! Photos of the new home of CARE4Nations!
It's in a secure location, but a block from the slums.
There is also enough room for Mark to work on the evangelistic water project. Yeah God!
Our family joy - ministering to the orphaned kiddos
with special needs.
They love to tease Tavin.
We participated in a two day leadership conference
on Identity of Integrity.After the conference, you could find Lisa outside the church with Pastor Mary spending time with the women and children.
The women work together preparing
food for the conference.
Mixing ugali and making chapati.
The children learn about Jesus
and how our camera works.
Tom,part of the visiting missions team, is 94 years old! He wanted to come to Africa before he got to old. (Gonna be just like that at 94.) He's not sleeping. He's praying for the food.
Breaking bread and feasting as His body,
joined by bonds of brotherly love.
Asante sana for sending us back to Kenya to express
the Father's love to the "least of these"
who are precious in His sight.
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He pulled his grubby fist
from the pocket of dirty, torn shorts.
With pensive dark eyes, he examines his treasure, and then holds it out
to me for a look. It’s pieces from an electrical
part he might have found among the trash littering the side of the dirt road. I think he wants me to identify them, maybe
put them together and make them work. I
can’t; instead I smile, rub his head and watch him scamper off, returning the
random pieces to the only place in his shorts that doesn’t have holes.
He keeps carrying pieces,
wanting to find their value and meaning.We do too.
We just spend the last six
weeks among my family and friends in Colorado and Phoenix.We ate yummy foods, laughed to tears, talked
late into the night hours, prayed, encouraged one another with stories of God’s
amazing grace.I left for Kenya, still
needing rest but content with the time spent enjoying those who love me
well.As the plane lifted for the long
journey across the world I realized many pieces of me were left behind.I pondered how many pieces of you I carried
pieces.Like the little boy with his
treasure of electrical bits, we carry pieces - pieces of those our lives have rubbed against that find homes inside
us.We might not truly understand what relationships
really mean this side of heaven yet I do know conversations with kindred faiths
along the San Juan River, in the few houses warming the valley of Rainbow
Drive, over grilled burgers and African sideshows, in churches, on decks, in
coffee shops, and even the grocery store parking lot deepens my walk with
Jesus.We share pieces of who He is in
each of us, like children exchanging treasures, and we scamper off to live,
carrying more of Him to into the next encounter.
Carrying pieces. We’ve carried pieces of you all from Jesus
back to this beautifully challenging place, to the hovels of the poor, to
widows and orphans.We bring the
tenderness of lingering embraces, the giggles from clever jokes, the wisdom,
the intercession, the help of sturdy friends with resilient hearts, the
donation and support, the strong words and belief that our lives make a
difference in the Kingdom of God.
Carrying pieces. Like my little boy with his treasures hidden
in a safe spot of his tattered life, we desire the pieces we carry to bring
meaning, to reveal value. We might not
grasp how these pieces all fit together to work miracles of redemption in the
lives of the fatherless, but we see the One who does. We’re grateful for the piece of you He entrusted to us,
for the peace He gave us to
Asante sana for all your love, prayers and support.