Time Flies

This time last year I had just returned from Kenya.

It's fun to think about how much anticipation of the unknown there was when I came back, that's exciting.

It's strange to think that my experiences in Kenya are still affecting me in new ways all the time.

And so now I'm gonna leave you hanging bc I really need to go to bed. Why was waking up at 5:30 in Kenya so much easier than waking up at 5:30 here??

Back to blogger soon...fo rill this time.

kt

bok choy & memories

the photo above is a sneak peek at the post below....

I wrote this on 11/30, didn't post it, and now i am. sometimes i just feel like blogging!

2 1/2 months since my last post? -laaaame kt. (now it really is lame since it's been almost 3 1/2 months, haha)

This time last year I was on my way to Tumaini! I had already spent a full week in Nairobi and had the yummiest sweet potato casserole EVER (ryan....where are you? and almost as important, where is the recipe to the hawaiian sweet potato casserole??).

Lots of things have been reminding me of Kenya lately, I hope my co-workers don't get tired of hearing about it. =/ Thanksgiving, Apples to Apples, getting out Christmas decorations - all that reminds me of Kenya? yep.

I cooked bok choy tonight (never had it before, it was pretty good!), and I was reminded of all the times Lindsey and I watched Ryan cook up some fancy sakumaweke (spinach-like plant) on our skillet...the same skillet that we had probably cooked eggs and raw meat on earlier that day. =) I didn't know we had green onions growing in the shamba (farm) until Ryan brought them in to cook one day, haha! So tonight when I washed and chopped my green onions, I had a flashback to picking green onions out of the dirt and rinsing them under the faucet in the shamba, the same faucet that the kids used to wash clothes. One time, sweet Isaac saw me rinsing the onions, and he came over, took them from me, and didn't give them back until he had thoroughly washed all of them. =) Could I picture one of my current students doing the same thing? Not really...but if I dropped an onion, it'd be a fight to see who could pick it up for me first. Kids really are sweet, even if the first words out of their mouths after a week long break are, "Miss Thornton, my tummy hurts." "I don't feel good." "She kicked me."

So glad to see you, too!!! =)

I also watched the new Hallmark Christmas movie last night, "A Dog Named Christmas." I didn't used to watch Hallmark movies, but they're Lindsey's FAVORITES, and she had about 6 or 7 different ones plus the Love Comes Softly series, and we watched them ALL the time. I'd walk into her room during break times from school, and she'd have on a Hallmark Christmas movie in the background while she worked. So in honor of Lindsey, I watched A Dog Named Christmas.

Our movie nights used to be like a little getaway back to our normal lives. We figured out how to make homemade popcorn (grew the seeds ourselves! not.), and we'd add cinnamon and sugar to it. We even had a system for it (leave it to the Americans) - the plain popcorn stayed in our big metal pot, while we filled our own little metal bowls with popcorn that we topped with either salt or cinnamon sugar. We'd usually get a Coke from the duka and save it for a special night, OR, if someone had sent us a Cosmic Brownie, we'd eat that. No matter what we were eating though, the movies stayed consistent - chick flicks.

Balancing rest time and immersion in Kenyan life was tricky. With purpose in mind and only 5 months in Africa, it was hard to justify rest time or alone time. But, I guess it was needed, or I would've been worn out. Maybe it was tricky because I lived at my ministry...ya know? Nothing was really separated, I lived and worked and taught all in the same place.

That was it, I didn't really finish it, but I thought I'd go ahead and post it because it's just a little more of a look into my life in Kenya. Here are a few pictures that I love.

that's a moth.

chicken feet make great toys.

my card game buddy, margaret njoki - miiiiss her & her wonderful laugh.

me & rindsey (as the Kikuyus called her)

sheep heads also make good toys.

Coming Soon...

I'll be updating again soon. Life got really busy.

Really, Really busy.

But if I can make time for ABC & NBC Reality Shows, then I can make time for blogger.

Besides, I have WAY too many funny stories from my new job NOT to document them somehow, so I might as well share them with the public in hopes to cause a few laughs and make your heart healthy. =)

Tip for the day: Cast your anxiety on the LORD, He cares for you. (1 Peter 5:7)

Tip #2: Eat yogurt.

=) kt

Summer, Kenya, and Vampires.

I didn't realize it'd been so long since I updated! Almost a month, wups. I've been super busy...I got a job! I'll be teaching 1st grade in Eagle Mtn./Saginaw. I've also had quite a few Kenya presentations to make, which is FANTASTIC, I love it. I worked at camp for a week, I took a quick trip to see California with some friends, it was way fun, and this weekend, Jessica and I drove to Austin to float the river with Christine. Amidst all this, I've gotten TOTALLY HOOKED on the Twilight series. I'm looking forward to when I get settled into my new apartment so I can spend time reading about intense mysterious vampire love.

8-D

I need to continue blogging so I'll have an easy way to remember a lot of my experiences in Kenya. Let me tell you some funny stories since my last few posts have been somewhat sentimental. Okay they might not all be really funny, but they're interesting.

I was sitting with the teachers one day during a break from class when Madame Sarafina said, "Do you eat Ugali in your country?"

me: "No, I'd actually never heard of something like Ugali until I came to Kenya."

she said (loudly and with very much intrigue), "THEN WHAT DO YOU EAT?!?!"

This might not be a great story to post online, but man, it was hilarious. I wish you could hear me say it, and even more, I wish I'd captured a picture of her face.

Another funny story, Lindsey and I were sitting around in her living area, and I got up to go to the bathroom, and on the way I picked up the bread bag and started walking out the door. I suppose this kind of wack could've happened anywhere, but it made it funnier that I was in Kenya. Linds & I were probably exhausted or something. Why did I subconciously pick up a bag of bread on the way to the bathroom? What was I gonna do with it?! hahaha! Even though that really has nothing to do with Kenya, it was probably one of the funniest moments in my whole time there.

I have lots of little random stories.....

such as the time Lindsey and I took public transportation back from Nairobi, and we got on a matatu that smelled awful. It smelled like dead fish. We were sitting at the back, so we opened the windows and stuck our heads out the window to keep from gagging, only it was really windy and cold (remember I lived in a cold part of Africa). Leaving the matatu, we did indeed spot a raw, dead fish on the floor of our matatu. big ew.

The first week I was at Tumaini, I got to go to a traditional Kenyan wedding. It was really sweet and interesting, simliar in some ways, I think I remember posting about it back in December. It was in our church, and the center aisle was about 20-25 feet long. The bride walks a certain way, and it took her 3 minutes and 40 seconds to get down the aisle. almost 4 whole minutes! That's so fun for the bride, but wow, there were probably only 12-14 rows of chairs. I mean count out 3 minutes 40 seconds...that's a long walk! I got a video of the whole thing, but I might not post that one. =]

Later on at the end of the wedding, the parents of the couple give them a gift. One set of parents brought a sheep into the church, it was really sweet, until the sheep peed right there at the altar.

Have a told you about "The Case of the Missing Retainer?" Let me know, I can't remember.

Looking at pictures reminds me of more stories, but it also makes me miss the kids more. They're soooo sweet. I really do miss them a lot sometimes.

Here's a video from the wedding. When you "baa" at sheep, they "baa" back at you. We didn't even "baa" at this one, hahaha, sheep are so funny.

"I have come that they may have life..."

"On this episode of The Bachelorette......."

just kidding. does anybody else read "boo mama's" blog?? she cracks me up with her commentary about every bachelorette episode - especially because it's usually the same comments i've made during the show! ha!

this post isn't entirely about kenya. it's just my thoughts that i want to write. last week, i was a counselor at a camp for kids in foster homes who have been abused. it was my second year to work at this camp, and this week was tougher than last year. i absolutely LOVED IT, though. someone said, "is working here reminding you of kenya?" and well....yeah, sorta, but not exactly. i was more comfortable here because i was in my own culture, and i guess you could say i was in my "element," too. so in some ways it was easier. but then, my kids this week were from america. and the tumaini kids are from africa. - two completely different cultures with completely different resources. this was the first time since i returned that i've spent so much time with lots of kids (substitute teaching doesn't count...it's a bit different). sometimes i had to stop what i was doing this week and say, "LORD, please give me patience," because the kids in kenya never EVER complained or whined. ever. about anything. on our way back to tumaini from church one day, i said, "i'm hungry," and solomon replied, "don't worry." and that was all he said...they know they're going to eat when they get home, so they don't worry about it or talk about it. they know and have security in their children's home.

but my campers this week change foster homes without notice, or they leave their parents and don't understand why...and in a new place, it's not easy to feel safe and secure, especially when you're only 6 years old.

this is a really weird thought, let me know what you think about it... it was almost tougher letting go of my kids this week than it was to leave tumaini. i think it's because when i left tumaini, i knew the kids were taken care of, secure, fed, shown & given lots of love, encouraged in Christian faith. sending my campers back with their foster parents or moms was heart-breaking. i wish i hadn't been the one who carried J's bags out to her mom's car...i watched 7 kids file into the backseat of a sedan. another one's personality disappeared when her foster mom came, and she wasn't interested in hearing about what a sweet girl she has living with her, or about how proud i was of all the brave things the little girl did at camp.

i was encouraged by the tumaini kids this week, actually, because they pray everyday for their family members to be saved by Jesus (if they have family that isn't at tumaini). i hadn't thought to pray for my campers' families; instead, i was just disgusted that people would treat kids like they did. there's deep truth in the scripture that says to pray for your enemies...it welcomes mercy and frees your heart, allowing a richness & joy to fill, trust me.

i don't know where my campers are now...one was picked up from camp by her case manager, which probably means she was on her way to a new foster home. all i can do is trust and believe that the LORD is taking care of them, and that He will somehow cultivate the confidence they built at camp and the truths that they learned. I'm glad there's hope...Jesus said he came that we may have life and have it to the full (John 10:10) - so regardless of the circumstances that those 6 year old girls live in and have been through, with Jesus, they can and will have joy abundantly.

all this to say, there's need everywhere. May things be on earth as they are in heaven...

When Isaac Ran Away

This is a picture of Isaac Gaitho.  He's 11 years old (we think), in Class 2, and he's a sweeeetie sweetie.  Isaac grew up on the streets, he lived on the streets in a slum in Nairobi for several years before he was picked up by Tumaini.  A young man from Georgia was walking through the slum when he encountered Isaac.  He had a short coversation with him, and when he returned home that evening, he couldn't stop thinking about Isaac.  He asked the organization he was with (I guess it was Heart for Africa or GOA - both with Tumaini) what he could do for Isaac, and a man said, "well, kids like Isaac have options...."  The young man said, "No...what can we do for Isaac?"  A few days later, the Tumaini social worker returned to the area where the young man met Isaac; he found him amazingly, and Isaac has been at Tumaini for 2 years now.  But, Isaac wouldn't leave the streets without his buddy, James.  

So, James came with Isaac.  James is 14.  He didn't live on the streets as long as Isaac did, maybe only 2 years.  Isaac had the street smarts, and James had the strength.  When police came around, James and some other boys would set fires - Isaac ran through them because police won't chase people into fires.  James carried Isaac around until his burn scars were fine enough for him to walk.  Isaac has several burn scars on his body.  

But man, James is a good kid.  And Isaac is such a sweetie.  

In January, Isaac, James, and Jamlick (a 10 year old who also came from the streets) all ran away one morning.  My first thoughts when I found out were, "But why are you running away?  I love you!  I've taken care of you, taught you, you come to me when you're hurt and I make it feel better!  and don't you know I love you, I told you yesterday!"  

The parallel between this situation and God with humanity was eye-opening for me.  The LORD loves His people but they run away from Him and follow earthly things.  Supposedly, when the boys came back, they were high. 

They were found several hours and several more kilometers away from our home, and that day I realized that as normal and well-adjusted as the kids seemed, some of them have major psychological-emotional needs.  I don't know why I would've never thought about that.  I guess because I didn't see it in their behavior (like I'm trained to do), I didn't understand the depths of their needs.  Some of them watched their parents die.  They lived on their own as children.  One girl is the only sibling that's not HIV positive.  Some were terribly abused and ran away at 5 years old. 5 years old!!!  Can you imagine having the thought of running away to avoid being killed, at age 5?  But then running away to a place where you either kill or be killed??  

If you're a counselor, consider working in an orphanage someday.  =)  

I left Tumaini on April 17 to stay in Nairobi for a few days before my flight home.  I found out on April 19 that Isaac ran away again - this time with two 14 year old boys, Joseph K. and Joseph M.  The Josephs were brand new to Tumaini and had only lived there for 2 weeks.  It's a miracle that they even came to Tumaini...  They both lived on the streets with Isaac and James, and remember, Isaac and James have now lived at Tumaini for 2 years.  Our social worker went to Nairobi a few times to find them, and after months of searching, he finally found them - both of them...alive, and not in Juvy.  

When Isaac ran away the second time, my first thoughts were, "But I love you!  And I gave you a gift!  I picked it out just for you because I knew you would love it! Why did you run away?"  

Again, what a giant parallel between me giving a gift to Isaac whom I loved, and the LORD giving those He loves the many blessings of His riches.  And sometimes, we still run away.  Wow.  

This one I took in 2 perspectives:

1) God gave us Jesus, who died as a sacrifice, to make us purified and cleansed --- a gift we cannot buy, but is freely given to us out of His deep and sincere love.  

2) I think it's also a parallel of the gifts the LORD has in store for those who believe...  I picked out the gift specifically for Isaac; I knew he'd love it, use it, and enjoy it.  The LORD has great plans for us, but when we disobey or harden our hearts, we miss out on the great things He has for us.  Instead, we run away towards other things that we think will be better.........

I left Kenya on April 22 not knowing where the boys were.  It would have been easier leaving if I'd known they were at home.  But they weren't, they were missing.  Our social worker had made 3 trips to Nairobi in 6 days to search for them.  I'm sure the people next to me while I boarded the airplane wondered what my problem was with all the tears....  But Isaac is so little, it was hard thinking about little Isaac on the streets with guns, drugs, no shelter, no food.  

...........About 3 days after I got home, I learned that the boys had been found, praise the LORD!  They were described as "dead drunk and badly beaten."  None of us could figure out why on earth they would've run away.  It was holiday, so they weren't "getting in trouble at school" (which is why they ran away the first time....no rules when you live on the streets).  They were playing lots of soccer, watching lots of movies, we had just had an Easter feast where they got meat and chapati (a treat).  The only possible thing I could think of, which ended up being part of the reason, was for drugs.  The 2 Josephs had been off of drugs for 2 weeks when they ran away, and they were addicted.  I don't know why Isaac went with them.  

A lot of "street kids" take a mixture of drugs that makes them a) sleep, b) stay warm, and c) forget.  But it ruins their little brains and bodies and they have no idea what it does to them.  

Many people were praying for the boys to be found.  Praise the LORD!  He hears our prayers.  =)  

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