After a week of busy office days of trying to design and author a couple of new newsletters for HEART’s WEEP and Freedom for Girls projects, creating personalized HEART stationary cards, getting the first HEART Kids for School Newsletter printed, preparing for the WEEP graduation…I am wiped. But I love my work here. There is always so much to do, so much to get done, and so many ways to help. Even I, a “just-out-of-high-school-and-fresh-college-blood-student” am able to contribute to the needs of HEART. It’s amazing how the fact that I am here and able to contribute so much is a testimony to the power of God. I couldn’t be doing this without Him.
Like I said it’s been a lot of busy days, where I end up working on projects from 9am to 9pm. I never thought I would be a work-aholic since I always give my dad a hard time about working so much, but I have failed to realize that I am half his blood! (Love you, dad. Looking forward to seeing you.) Hahah, anyway…my work may be way different than his, but now I understand the desperate desire to get projects that mean the world to you finished.
Because it has been such a busy office week, I have spent a significant amount of time around the compound and not a lot of time outside. For that reason precisely, Lower Taita is still very deeply engraved onto my heart. I think about it daily and am always telling whoever is around me “If I could choose only once place to return here in Kenya…it would be Lower Taita.” There was something special about that place, and honestly, I cannot wait to return. I couldn’t even tell you why… It just felt like family, dancing with those kids under the stars. It felt like home, walking through the village. It felt natural to wake up to clanging pots and pans, singing from the nearby church, and voices calling out in Swahili. I pray and will continue to be praying that when I return to HEART (I am trusting God will bring me back to HEART if it is truly His will), I will be blessed with the opportunity to stay with Pastor Lawrence and his family again.
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