We had a great conversation as a group last night about the orphanage work. Thomas told the story that is so familiar to some of us. The story that I believe will be written in bold letters in the book of life some day. Everyone was amazed at what God has done. It so great to be first hand witnesses to the power of the Holy Spirit.
This morning we got up and left the Kunste behind for good. Our trip back to Nairobi was uneventful. We stopped at the Rift Valley overlook for pictures, and we arrived in time for lunch at the Nairobi Java House. This place is an island of western culture in the middle of Africa. You can get a good burger, great coffee, and ICED tea!
After lunch, we wen to the open market accross from Sarit Center. The hawkers were hyper aggressive, but everyone sharpened their negotiating skills and loaded up on souvenirs. After some last minue gift buying and note writing we set off for the airport to retrieve our long lost bags, and put 10 of our 12 on a plane.
I just want to say that these were the best group of travelers you could hope for. There was absolutely no complaining, no whining, and everyone seemed genuinely touched by what they saw. They were real troopers when things weren't perfect, and reminded me gently when I forgot something. I hope than all can do it again.
Susie and I are back in Kamulu. Tomorrow I will have meetings with our WBS workers here while Susie works with Francis at Made In The Streets. Saturday will be more meetings, computer training for our girls, and we depart for home Saturday night.
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