Prayers

Been learning about prayer recently through all sorts of communal prayer times. I meet for prayers with my Bible study on Monday nights and we pray every day as a staff during chai break. However, it’s my 10-year-olds that have had the greatest impact on me.

They initiated our daily prayer times and have been diligent about writing down requests and dating how God answers them. We learned about George Mueller and his famous milk wagon story and have been encouraged to pray ‘impossible prayers.’ We pray many impossible prayers here.

• For a dad on a medical trip in the Congo
• For a scrub nurse at the hospital who was paralyzed in a car accident this weekend
• For a family that was denied the right to adopt a severely handicapped boy they have been fostering for a year
• For a friend’s mother with a recent diagnosis of cancer
• For a mom’s spider bite
• For a sibling that is HIV positive and needs government papers to go with the family on vacation
• For unnamed missionaries in unspoken places

Just yesterday I was discussing this with the mom of one of my students. She pointed out that life out here presents so many difficult situations that you just know you can’t conquer on your own, and it drives you to prayer. It’s a good place to be.

Long-n-Hot

I climbed Mt. Longonot on Saturday! It was quite fun, and really not long-and-hot, I just think that’s witty. :)

Modestly dressed hikers looking to catch a matatu in Kijabe.

Longonot from the road down the escarpment.

Our rusted-out matatu couldn't make it down the road with us in it, so we had to walk a bit.

On our way up!

View of Lake Naivasha from the top

Longonot is a dormant volcano and at the top is this awesome crater.

Enjoying lunch under the thorn tree.

Around Kijabe

I apologize for the 'all at once' postings. The internet is speedy enough this morning to get it all in. I’ve got fall on my desktop and pictures on the fridge, but it’s not fall around here. After a few days of rain, we have welcomed back some sunny days. Somehow my hot water heater got messed up so that when the sun went away, the solar panels didn’t work and the backup never kicked in . . . meaning several days of no hot water and showers at my neighbor’s house. It’s fixed now and the laundry had a chance to dry, so life is looking up!

We read The Mouse and the Motorcycle in class and yesterday got to watch the movie – the same 1991 number that I watched in elementary school! Except for our little movie watching time we walked to Tembo dorm and watched it in the living room and then walked back to school. That was lovely. And then we cut out snowflakes. Despite the puffy clouds and green everything everywhere, we’re going to start celebrating Christmas next week.

Thursday I dropped off my milk pail at the cafo for my weekly liter of skim and . . . forgot to pick it up. I now know what interesting chemical changes happen to milk when it sits outside for 24 hours. But they kindly refilled my milk pail. And I carried it home like Laura Ingalls Wilder.