Sometimes God has to nudge me and remind me of how
miraculous and faithful He is. Sometimes I forget to be in awe of Him and
sometimes I forget the how good His promise is and sometimes I fail to see all
of the wonders of His works.
Many of you will remember Paul, Willy and Issac- the three
boys that we had the pleasure of meeting when I was here in December. When we
met these three, the life that they knew was cold and empty and really hard.
(To read what I wrote about them then, visit here: http://thebeautyofwords.tumblr.com/post/14841576195/hope )
Since the second my feet touched Kenyan soil, I have been
itching to get to these boys. I wanted to see them and play with them and hug
them and dance with them. God knew that I needed to see my sweet boys, and this
past weekend I was able to travel with my awesome friend Gordon to Nyahururu to
visit with them for a while.
Saturday night goes down in the books as one of the best
nights I will ever have in Kenya. Even before Gordon and I walked through the
gate, we could hear music coming from the yard. When we walked in all of the
boys were singing and laughing and helping prepare supper. At first, I think
they didn’t remember me well enough to show all their personality, but by the
end of the night we were all laughing to tears and dancing for hours. Joy was
literally in every single inch of the room and nothing could have taken the
smile off my face that night. (I even watched a rabbit get slaughtered and
skinned and kept my smile!)
What a transformation for those three boys, and what a joy
to get to witness it! I love them with such a huge chunk of my heart and I am
so thankful that God uses them to remind me every day of how prodigal we each
are and how much can change when we come home to Him.
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