It is the early hours of a beautiful Sunday morning here in Kenya. We are all awake and preparing for a day of worship and preparation for our medical clinics that we will begin tomorrow. There is something truly moving about watching the sun rise over a town of people who live in the heart of such poverty and brokenness, but the really beauty is in the hope of so many of these people. Last night before crawling under our mosquito nets to sleep, Casey and I spent a few hours reflecting on the spark of love and life and faith we have seen in the children here in the last few days. Amidst the burdens of disease and death and deprivation, these children overflow with a wealth of faith that could bring us all to our knees. When Christ speaks of having faith like a child, we often imagine our beautifully groomed, cell phone carrying, Wii playing 8-year-olds. I will now forever imagine the faces and hearts of the children standing in their one-room, plywood shacks who continuously proclaim to us that God provides and heals and loves. That is the true faith of a child. The faith that we should all strive to achieve. This morning as I listen to my friend, the rooster, crow and prepare to worship with God's African children-- I pray for you all, that your hearts and faith may transformed into the faith of a child.
Miss you all and love you more,
Amanda
P.S. Thanks for all the updates on the Duke and Carolina games... even though it is not our top priority, it is nice to keep updated! GO DUKE! :)
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