Friday, July 13, 2012

"Bwana asifiwe" - Praise the Lord


JAMBO! Greetings from Kenya,

It has been awhile since my (Julie) last blog, internet has been touch in go.  It is not like at home, where you can get on when you want to, we have to purchase minutes to use the internet here. 

The last time we talked we had experienced some exciting things, they just keep happening. We have had a driving in Kenya experience, 2 teams, 2 hospital visits, lunch at the pastor’s house, lots of time playing with the children, both of us taught lesson on a Wednesday night, helped out with a Woman’s Conference, and we have come up with a protection plan…just in case.

DRIVING IN KENYA EXPERIENCE:
It was our first Saturday in Kenya, Mike had just gotten back from Nairobi picking up the Conroe team.  He hadn’t been to the sight of the new boys dormitory that day, he wanted to go and check on the progress; but Big Joe(the guy who drives the land rover) had already gone home for the day, so he asked us if either one of us new how to drive a stick shift.  I said no, but Jenny piped us and said that she did, little did she know that this was going to be a BIG adventure.  You see driving in Kenya is not like driving in the US, they drive on the opposite side of the road and the driver side is the passenger side in the US.  Plus the roads where we were are full of really huge potholes, ones that small humans could get lost in; oh did I mean the roads are made of dirt.  I have a stay she did a really great job, she stalled a few times only because we got stuck in the mud. 

TEAM #1:
The first team we had was a group of 7 women, from a Baptist church in the Conroe area.  It was a new experience for us (Jenny & I), 9 women and Mike, to share 1 bathroom and 1 shower; but we made it work.  The ladies had planned a couple of days of VBS (Vacation Bible School), but God intervened and had his own plan, no outside activities due to rain, so they did all their activities inside.  They performed skits, crafts, and lots of music.  They went to Yaanga and Cheese schools presenting the gospel in the form of a skit, The Good Samaritan. They had good responses at both places, meaning that several students came forward to accept Christ, so awesome to watch!

It was at our visit to Cheese school, that we had our first emergency…We were all saying our goodbyes to the students’, when we heard some commotion near the entrance to the school, we turned and saw a girl lying on the ground.  Three of us ran to her aid (Jenny, Mrs. Laura, and I).  It was pretty warm that particular day, and she was wearing 2 sweaters over her school uniform, we believed she had passed out from being over heated.  We helped take off her sweaters, elevated her feet and massaged her legs, and sprinkled water on her face and took her pulse…it was really weak…We carried her inside, because it was a little cooler out of the sun…it took her awhile to come to (about 15 min). We then tried to get some water in her…We had someone call Mike and tell him to bring the truck; we needed to get this girl to the hospital.  We had one of the teacher’s find her brother, and tell him to go home and tell his mom what had happened, and to meet us at the hospital.  When we got to the hospital, Mrs. Laura told the Dr. what had happened, he didn’t believe her, he thought that she was faking.  We told him her pulse was weak, he asked us how we took her pulse, Laura told him through her corroded artery, he then knew we weren’t playing.   To shorten the story, there ended up being something seriously wrong with the girl, Mary (we eventually got her name).  I believe that the Lord had us there for a reason; I don’t want to think about what would have happened if we weren’t there.  I really don’t think Mary would be here today.  Thank you Jesus for your timing, it is always perfect!

WOMEN’s CONFERENCE:
While they were here they hosted a Women’s Conference.  They had shipped 100 plus Bibles from the states, but Mike and AIM (African Inland Mission) were having issues getting them out of customs. Mike had some Bibles for another event, so he let them take those Bibles and he would use the Bibles that they had shipped for the other event, since it was later in the month and after they leave.   Last year the women from team #1 were saddened by the women they met who didn’t have Bibles, So this year when they told the ladies at the conference this and that they had brought Bibles with the, the women cheered…It was very moving…One of the ladies talk about how important it was to study God’s word daily, another gave a brief overview of the Bible starting with Genesis and ending with Revelation.  They performed the skit “the Good Samaritan”. Some of the women on the teams gave there testimonies, they then ended the conference asking the Kenyan women to share their testimonies and some did. 

LUNCH AT THE PASTOR’s HOUSE:
A couple of days before we (Jenny, Me and the Conroe team) had been invited to the Pastor’s house of lunch.  The Conroe team was going to Yaanga (one of the schools in the area) to share the gospel with them, and we were going to meet them there and go from there.  It was very muddy, Jenny and I slipped and slid all around in the mud, our shoes were completely covered, and thankfully neither of us fell.  They told us to be at the school around 12:00pm, we got there around 12:30; which was fine because they were just rapping up.  One thing you learn in Kenya is you never start or finish when you expect (things never start on time, therefore never finish on time).   We then started on our way to the pastor’s house, which was a good 20 to 30 minute walk from the school.  When we arrive, Jane (Pastor’s wife) and her friend Lucy had made lots of food (stew cabbage/onion salad, chicken, and mokimo – potatoes, corn, greens mixed all together).  Needless to say we ate a lot, it was all very yummy!  They asked us lots of questions, one of which was: are any of us married?…3 were, and 4 were not.  Jane said the reason she asked was because, some of us were wearing more than one ring on our hands.   Jane told us that in Kenya wearing rings on certain fingers meant certain things (on the left hand); Thumb –divorced, pointer finger –separated, middle – engaged,  ring – married, and pinkie – single.   Jenny and I both said that we needed to wear rings on our pinkies.  It was a truly blessed time, fun had by all.

PROTECTION PLAN:
Jenny and I made an American meal (pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans) for the new team, which Mike had gone to pick up. It kept getting later and later and later, still no Mike or the team…We were starting to get a little nervous/ scared, so we made up a protection plan.  I would carry the long pointy stick that we use to poke the fire, and Jenny would use the metal pipe that is used to blow air on the fire-to give it the oxygen it needs. We decide that if someone tried to come it to our home, she hit them with the metal pipe and I would whack them with the pointy stick….that is our protection plan.  Mike and the other team finally showed up @ around 8:45. 

TEAM #2:
Is another team from the Houston area, a group made up of 4 men and 2 women.  We talked with them about education, due to the fact that some of their team had something to do with education. There primary purpose was to lead a pastor’s conference.  They included us in the team devotions, which brought on some intense discussions. 

WEDNESDAY NIGHT TEACHING:
The pastor of the church (that Mike and the children go to) and his wife, come to the orphanage on Wednesday afternoon/evenings to fellowship with the children.  He asked Jenny and I to each take a Wednesday and teach the lesson. 

Jenny did the first one, she talked about how she became a Christian; she used the verse Matthew 6:19 “Don’t collect for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in a steal.  But collect for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves don’t break in and steal.”

I did the next one; I talked about being mad at God for the loss of a loved one.  I talked about how I was mad at God for the loss of my dad.  I used the verse: James 1:20 – “for man’s anger doesn’t accomplish God’s righteousness.”  I told them that I tried to get through it on my own with the help of friends (some really wanted to help and some didn’t). I knew deep down inside that what I was doing was wrong, but I needed someone to be made at, and he seemed like the best person.  James 1:2 kept popping up in my head…”Consider it a great joy, my brothers, whenever you experience various trials.”  I realized that God was still there trying to get my attention, I just wasn’t listening.   He says in Isaiah, “I am the One who comforts you.” All along He was saying, “Julie, I am here, I never left, I am here when you are ready!”  I told them that we are to turn to God when we are hurting.  I told them that in a way I was like them, I didn’t have a dad to take care of me, But that we have a heavenly dad that won’t leave us.  

Together we did the last one: We talked about Jesus feeding the 5000.  Jenny was the narrator and I was Jesus, and we had some of the kids fill in the other parts.  They are used to being talked at, so we thought we would change it up and make it interactive.  They seemed to enjoy it.  Jenny made 2 paper fish and 5 paper loaves of bread.  I being Jesus blessed them and then tore them into pieces, showing them that Jesus provides for His people.

HOSPITAL VISIT #2:
It was a Wednesday evening and I noticed that one of little ones was not at the Wednesday night fellowship, so I went looking for him. I asked the other kids where he was they brought him to me, he wasn’t his smiley, giggly self, so I knew something was wrong.  I went and found one the staff members, and she asked him what was wrong; he told her that he didn’t feel well.  She told me that we should take him to the hospital, which just happens to be right next door to the orphanage.  The Dr. said that if he had a fever and if was high, he would have to get an injection, when Joseph heard this he clung to me even more than what he was already doing.  I tried to ut him down he just clung to me, he wanted to be held.  I am in my 30’s and when I am sick I still want my mom.  I realized that I was his mom; I was the one he wanted to take care of him.  We got the medicine the Dr. said to get, 4 kinds.  We went back to the orphanage, got a plate of food, and I fed it to him.  Then came the tough part, giving him the medicine; he took the first 3 like a champion; the last one was a little difficult, he gagged, I tried to hand him over so that I to did not get sick (throw up) , he didn’t let me go.  SO I thought oh well, if I lose it I lose this, he needs me. 

PLAYING WITH THE KIDS:
These kids are so fun; I have enjoyed trickling them, and hugging them.  They have taught me lots of things, they take care of each other, but they also get annoyed with one another too ( just like sisters and brothers do).  We have blown bubbles with them, introduced them to play doh, been peacemakers, and laughed with them.  They taught me a new game the other day; it is a cross between dodge ball, monkey in the middle and tag. There is one person at each end – these are the throwers, and the rest of the people are in the middle the object is for the throwers to hit the people in the middle with a ball (soft, they play with a roll of socks) if a person in the middle catches the ball someone that has been hit can come back in.  It was really fun.  I can’t wait to go back and play it with them later this week. 

I have really enjoyed being here; it has a way of getting to you; the country, and the people.  These kids have a special place in my heart, and if I could I would bring them all home.  The word adoption has been brought up a lot lately by different people…I think the Lord is trying to tell me something…I guess I should listen! J

Love from Kenya!
Julie

Things to pray for:
The team- that we all mesh together well.  Listen to each other and that we will put the Lord first, others second, ourselves last.

Health- the everyone (team) stays well…When we left (today/Friday/July 13) all the children were getting sick…pray for healing.

Mike- His patience are being tested daily, pray that he keeps his cool,  and that he can explain what he wants them to do without getting upset.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Hope


I feel like I want to cry and I’m not really sure why. I’m not a big crier so I refuse to let myself, because there is absolutely no where I can go where no one will see me, and if they see me then I’ll have to explain, and I don’t know how.

I’m not homesick. I miss the people I love, but the U.S. not so much. It is technically Julie’s turn to write but I have a lot on my mind, and she isn’t done with her post so I figured I’d fill you in on the last few days..then she’ll backtrack to the weeks before.

I’ve had a constant battle with the shower since we’ve been here. In 23 days (wow it feels like we’ve been gone a lot longer than that!)  I’ve had exactly 2 completely hot showers and 3 bucket baths because either there was no power, or the water heater chose not to work when it was my turn. It doesn’t matter if I go first or last I always end up with either a cold shower, or a luke warm shower that turns freezing by the end. While this really doesn’t sound horrible, and it wouldn’t be so bad at home where the temperature outside is 100 degrees and we have indoor heating, and carpet. Here the temperature is usually around 50-55. I can’t get warm to begin with. Inside it is colder because there is no heating. The fire in the bedroom and the two blankets and my sweatshirt keep me warm enough at night. There’s a small space heater in the bathroom which takes a bit of the chill out of the air, but when you are cold to begin with, you take a cold shower, step out onto a cold cement floor (or wet bathmat because nothing ever dries fully here) and put on cold clothes (sometimes I warm them up in front of the space heater before I put them on) it really is quite miserable.  This morning was one of my completely hot showers. So hot in fact it almost burned my skin. Instead of feeling excited I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I know that downstairs the kids and staff take cold showers every day and have never had a hot one in their lives. They don’t have a space heater, or a bathmat, and by rural African standards the fact that they have a shower and running water is a huge improvement. I feel guilty because I know that the majority of the people on earth don’t have hot water, let alone running water and millions of people and children die every day because they don’t even have access to clean water to drink, let alone bathe in. At home we fill fountains and waterparks with millions of gallons of clean water for amusement (not that there is anything wrong with having fun) but it seems a little excessive as we drive down the road and see children with buckets getting water from the ditches on the side of the road, or the river, which is completely brown from mud or trash or both. And so I feel guilty for how spoiled I am. For the fact that at home I never give a second thought to the water I use and that if we’re slightly uncomfortable in any way we go buy something to fix the problem. Here uncomfortable is just a fact of life.

The second thing I have been thinking about is the Land Rover. Funny I know..girls typically don’t spend a ton of time obsessing over cars, especially not this girl. To us our cars are a means for transportation for work and all the fun things we do. Not this vehicle. Technically it’s Mike’s to travel for business but it has become so much more than that. Taxi, hauler of construction equipment, ambulance, and hearse. Whenever Mike goes anywhere there is someone waiting on the side of the road wanting to hitch a ride to somewhere. Whenever there’s an emergency and someone needs to go to the hospital they call Mike and the land rover becomes an ambulance. We used it for that purpose a few weeks ago when we rushed a girl who had collapsed at Cheese school to the hospital, but Julie will talk more about that. When someone dies in the community they call Mike to drive the body to the funeral home. How often do I use my car for unselfish reasons? Not very often.

Yesterday I saw something that made my stomach turn and I really almost threw up. If you are a guy and are uncomfortable with girl issues you may want to skip to the next paragraph. We were playing with the kids after they came home from school. They are always making some kind of toy out of trash they find, whether it be a ball or something else. No one ever really throws anything away because you never know when you might find a use for it. If you walk the road you find all kinds of stuff from empty cigarette packets, socks, pants, plastic containers and even used condoms. Unfortunately that doesn’t really shock me anymore. So I wasn’t really surprised to see one of the kids playing with some plastic thing they probably found on the ground. It grossed me out when she put it in her mouth and started chewing on it and that is when I realized what it was. I took a deep breath to keep from vomiting up the granola bar I ate for lunch. It was the plastic applicator part of a tampon. They don’t even sell tampons here so who really knows where it came from or how old it is. I told her to go throw it away, but of course she didn’t listen to me. Somehow I got over my repulsion enough to cover my hand with my jacket sleeve and take it from her and put it in the trash can. I wanted to wash her mouth out with soap or peroxide or something, neither of which I had. And then I wanted to burn my jacket, but then I would be even colder. The worst part is that she probably went and got it out of the trash after we left, or it will probably end up somewhere that some other kid will find it.

On top of all these thoughts running through my head are the things that happened yesterday. We walked the 3 ish miles to Cheese school to drop off over 600 pencils for the students. We didn’t stay long because we’ve found that we are really just a distraction to the kids when we sit and observe and they really don’t need any more obstacles to being successful. On the way home the men from the construction site followed us halfway down the incredibly muddy road. When they finally stopped following us they just watched us walk and navigate the slippery mud. I’ve tried to avoid the construction site as much as possible (I haven’t been very successful ) Every time we go somewhere (especially the site) the men ask Mike or Anne if they can marry me. When we walk to pick up the nursery kids in the afternoon there are a group of men who yell things at us in Kikuyu. I am glad I can’t understand what they are saying. The one thing in English they have managed to yell is “ Hey Baby!” so I can only imagine what they are saying in Kikuyu. While I suppose some girls would be flattered I’m not. It is really only because I am small. While it is definitely not something every man does,but I have been told it is culturally acceptable, and not uncommon for men to beat their wives. The only reason I’m attractive to them is because I’m small and therefore not intimidating. In their mind I’m not a threat and I wouldn’t fight back (at least that is what Anne told me) and that makes me sick.

So to say the least I wasn’t excited that we went to the sight several times yesterday. Mike had to talk with some of the workers because apparently in the middle of the night 10 men came and tried to steal the timber the men are using to build the rafters of the boys dorm. Thankfully the two night watchmen caught them and scared them off, but we spent a good portion of the afternoon hauling timber and other materials a few miles down the road to the barn. Unfortunately in Kenya you have 24 hours to report a crime or it can’t be prosecuted, if I understand what Mike told me correctly. The 24 hours had already passed but one of the cooks brothers is the county commissioner or something important like that so Mike at least has some help in that aspect. One of the men who was involved in trying to take the lumber is apparently one of the mason’s working on the boy’s dorm. It is sad that people are willing to steal from orphans because the dorm isn’t going to benefit anyone else but the kids who will live there.

All this is pretty heavy and depressing on my heart. Thankfully we have hope. Not necessarily that life with get better or improve here- even though we could do a lot more than we are to make that happen, but that in the end this is not our home. I don’t mean Africa..I mean earth. We weren’t meant to stay here.  “ God made him who had no sin  to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God” 2 Corinthians 5:21 So we who are in Christ have hope because he died for us so that one day we can be reunited with him in Heaven. We have hope! “Therefore do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18. If you don’t have that hope I pray that one day you will find it. It is only found in the person of Jesus Christ, in believing him and trusting him with you whole life. I hope that my words and my life testify to that truth.

Again another long post..thanks for sticking with it if you read this far. I hope it blesses and encourages you.

Things to pray for:

1.        Mike is worried they will run out of money before they  finish the boy’s dorm. There are still kids who aren’t sponsored (its only $30 a month) And a second vehicle would be useful once the boys dorm is complete in case of emergencies. The dorms are approximately 4 miles apart, but on Kenyan roads that is pretty far in an emergency. Pray for the Lord’s provision in all of these areas. If you want to give you can send a check to

Mike Eden Ministries

36215 FM 1488

Hempstead TX 77445

*If you want to donate to the building fund specify that J


2.       Anne (the matron)  has malaria. Apparently for Africans it is just kind of normal. Many people have it and it is kind of like Mono- once you get it you have it for life and it just keeps reoccurring. Pray for her to get well so she can return to school and take care of her two kids.

3.       Several of the girls from Eden are competing in a drama festival this week in a town several hours away. They have already won at their district level and this is a larger competition. Pray for safety and the Lord’s favor. That he may use them to make His name known.

4.       Tomorrow ( Wed evening our time/Wed morning your time) I am” preaching”  for the second time at the fellowship meeting the kids have with the pastor and his wife every week. Pray that the Lord would use me to impact those kids. It is hard to talk to a group from 4-16 years!

5.       Friday morning (Thursday night for you) Julie and I will go to Nairobi to meet up with the team. We will have most of the day by ourselves in Nairobi and will probably have to take some taxi’s. Pray for safety and safe travels for the team.

 Much Love! –Jenny-

Sunday, July 1, 2012

"Okahaha"...come here!

I’m sweating for the first time since we walked into the airport in Houston (even though it is probably 55 degrees outside). My back aches from bending over and my arms and hands are burning from scrubbing and from the mix of hot water and soap. For the first time in my privileged life I was learning how to wash my clothes by hand. I think Julie and I thought it would be fun, and we both felt bad letting Margaret (the Kenyan lady who cooks and cleans for Mike and us) do our laundry so we decided to “help” because she didn’t trust us Muzungus (white people) to do it on our own.  In case you were wondering it wasn’t “fun” but it was a rewarding experience. I know I will never let her do it on her own if I can help it. I think we earned some of Margaret’s trust, she even told us we did a good job.  Margaret has such a kind and gentle spirit and is so joyful in all the ways she takes care of us. She is constantly telling us it is too cold, we need to eat more food, and to go sit by the fire. Kenyans eat twice as much as we do at least. We have been trying so hard not to hurt her feelings and eat everything she cooks, but it really is physically impossible.  

As I’m writing we’ve been at Little Eden for 5 days now. It feels like we’ve always been here. Our first day was spent relaxing while the children were at school. We went to play with them after chores and before dinner. I was surprised how many of them remembered us. They were hesitant at first, but finally one of them decided to play with Julie’s hair and that broke the ice. They love to play with our hair because it feels so much different. After about 45 minutes I had some really awesome braids and twists. The children who weren’t braiding sang and danced for us. They love music and are always singing and dancing, making a joyful noise!

Our second day we went to the Nursery school at the Church.  4 of the Eden kids go to school there. I had no idea what to expect when Mike said we were going to spend the day there, and was honestly a little nervous when Big Joe dropped us off and drove away. Out of the door ran Naomi yelling “Hallelujah, Hallelujah!”  Apparently she was excited that we came to school with her. We stepped inside the small building. One room with a dirt floor. The walls were no more than plywood boards put together. You could see the sun shining through the gaps. Long benches lined the room, filled with 47, yes I said 47! 3 to 5 year olds, at the front of the room stood Phyllis, the teacher. With a giant smile and a big hug she said “Karibu! (welcome) I am so excited you have come, you will be our special visitors.” Kenyan’s are known for their hospitality. They truly are the warmest most sincere people. Two things amazed and shocked me during our time there. The first was that Phyllis teaches all the same things I do at home to children who are learning 3 languages (Kikuyu- their tribal language, Kiswahili, and English). Phyllis has not only more than twice as many students as I do, she has zero materials. She teaches using one chalkboard at the front of the room and one tiny piece of chalk. She has maybe 5 extra pencils for students which she sharpens using a razor blade and 5 bottle caps she uses as counters for math. Somehow she manages to teach all 47 children effectively, a feat I could never hope to accomplish given the same circumstances. She works hard to prepare these children to give them an opportunity to better their lives that they so desperately need. I was humbled to sit and observe her work and honored when she asked me to teach a small English lesson, and sing head, shoulders, knees and toes.

The second thing that shocks me still is the sight of little African children in tattered clothes and shoes, with runny noses running after a tire. What we consider trash, they consider a toy and a cherished belonging. Theirs is kept in the tiny closet in the classroom where supplies would go, if they had any. I am taken aback every time I see it. It forces me to contemplate the disparity between our wealth and their poverty.

On Friday we went to Thika with Mike and Paris to pick up Anne, and to look at a knitting machine. Anne is the matron, the head caregiver for the children. She is currently finishing up her degree in what we would call social work in the states. She goes to school all week and comes home and works with the children all weekend. She even took a 2.5 hour bus ride home on Tuesday just to greet us for 20 minutes and then had to be back on the bus at 4:30 a.m. to make her class Wed morning. There’s that Kenyan hospitality again! We spent the entire day looking at/ arranging to buy this knitting machine so that the kids sweaters and hats can be made at the orphanage instead of bought. One thing I’ve learned- what would only take a few hours at most in America takes the whole day in Africa. What made the trip worth it was the drive through the forest on the way to and back to Kinangop. There were hills and valleys covered with tea and women with giant baskets on their backs picking leaves. On our way home we saw an elephant in the forest and stopped to take a picture. People who were driving by were staring at us looking at the elephant. We jumped back in the land rover and got back on our way. All of a sudden Julie yells “OW!!” and slaps her leg. “ANTS!!!”  she yelled. Then I felt them too. Now it’s time for your mental picture of us yelling and slapping our legs over and over as we did the African boogie dance to get the ants out of our pants.

Saturday morning was spent doing laundry. When we had finally finished and sat in front of the fire long enough to dry off since we managed to get soaking wet in the process, we went downstairs to play with the kids. We found ourselves in the kitchen with Theresa who was making Chipati – an African version of a giant tortilla. She showed us how to roll the dough and put it on the fire to cook. As we fumbled through the steps we heard snickers and laughter from the older boys doing their chores in the kitchen. They think it is funny every time we do anything African. After that we sat in the grass with the girls for the rest of the afternoon and sang songs and danced some more. They taught us how to braid grass to make a rope and they made their own jump rope just from the grass where we were sitting.  Margaret came out to get us to bring us to the clinic that is next to the orphanage. She wanted to show us a baby that had just been born 3 hours prior. He was tiny and wrapped in 4 fleece blankets. We each got to hold Simon and told the mother congratulations!  Margaret apologized profusely for not getting us while the mother was in labor so we could witness the whole thing… “really it’s ok!” I said. Watching a live birth in a hospital in the U.S. would be bad enough. I’m not sure I could handle watching one in a rural clinic in Africa. As we were walking out the Land Rover pulled up with the Conroe team inside. 7 women plus Julie and I makes 9 women for Mike to handle for the next week J

Internet and power have been in and out so it is taking us a while to post. Thanks for being patient! We will catch up as soon as we can!

Things to pray for-

-Opportunities to share the Gospel with people who don’t know Christ.

- Our time with the kids- that they may feel intensely loved in the short time we have with them each day.

- Mike- pray for his health and for the vision God has given him that he might be able to carry it out with his time left here on earth.

- Pray for the Children of Little Eden. That they would all grow deeper in their walks with Christ and share him with others. That they would take advantage of the opportunities Mike has provided them in the ability to go to school. That they would be successful and grow up to be Godly people of influence in their country.
- Julie is feeling like she is starting to get sick. Pray for her immune system to be strengthened and for her CIPRO to do it's job!