This is actually a blog that was written on June 1, 2009, but sometimes things get in the way we have not control over. So here it is:
June 1, 2009
We are moving in African time. We started the day with big plans that changed as the day progressed. What a privilege and honor to be with this team of incredible kids! what a different world this would be if populated with people like them, amazing servant hearts with sweetness and obvious care for each other and the people around them. In spite of the change of plans, we accomplished a lot. After we did the sorting of the suitcases and got them ready to be delivered, we took a tour of the different projects we will be doing. We visited the primary school where we are building the fence, Home Again -the lower orphanage- looked at the sanding and painting to be done. We went up to
Dorcas -the vocational school- and went up and down the steep hill helping fill the Jery cans. Pam went to town visiting the new clinic. And I went on an amazing adventure to the hardware store in kyenjojo – It certainly wasn’t Ace Hardware!- I watched A.j. negotiating with Patel, the store owner. We got the material for the fence and they loaded on the truck, we also selected the paint-3 colors out the 4 available, I, of course insisted we don’t get the Pepto Bismol pink- A.J. agreed. We got sand paper and we are set to go tomorrow bright and early. We rode to town in the public bus that drove too fast and barely avoided the scooters on the road, so when the owner of the store offered us a drive in the delivery truck, we took it. What a ride!… The truck’s door didn’t open either from inside or outside, but the driver knew how to open it! no gauges, but he stopped for gas!.. then when the car stopped climbing up the hill he somehow connected a hanging green wire and red wire and puff puff, it went again. We made it to Faith house but could not make it up the hill, so the kids hauled all he fence materials to the courtyard, they were incredible, huffing and puffing up the hill until they saw the competition, these 3 to 5 years old started to help with no huffing or puffing!
I forgot the man sitting on top of the truck full of fencing materials, The driver called him his navigator.
We ended the day with music, praise and worship. As I looked the kids could not stand anymore but all of them were worshiping! It was a great way to end the day!
Lina Sibert
