Home. Sort of.

We are back. At least most of us. No, we didn’t leave a teammate in Kenya (although Hope wondered if we could and I wondered if I should!), but we did leave a piece of ourselves in Tumutumu. I guess that is inevitable.

Here’s a reflection from Lydia Peters that seems fitting now that we are home. It’s her insight on the day we spend in a Kenyan host home.

Pauline and Rose

Trusting God for rain

In 75 or 79 years,

they’ve seen God provide

Through wilted spinach and avocado trees

Chickens and chapati

Welcoming us with open arms

Rachael and I as her granddaughters

And she as our grandmother

I’ll never forget

These women and this little farm

Or the food we made

Under the hot March sun

And each day it becomes more difficult

To say goodbye

Because each one makes it seem like

“See you later”

When that later may only be eternity

But I’ll remember

Deborah’s mom

And the baby Rachael prayed would be at the house

And Psalm 23 and our shared lunch

And Anthony’s “shower”

Because God is enough

And He provides in His time