Impressions

Bright smiles. Dark faces. Bright colors. Plaids with stripes; flowers with checks; orange blouse, green skirt, blue socks, red scarf. Babies contently tied to Mama's back.

Bright bougainvilleas everywhere -- more colors than I've ever seen. Wind. Kijabe is the Masaai word for "place of the winds." How true. Mt. Longonot. Green hills and trees. The great Rift Valley below us. Chipatis. Sumosas.



Bumpy bumpy bumpy bumpy roads. Off-roading anyone?


Large bundles of reeds carried on a man's back or tied to a bicycle sporting a small license plate, "Toyota."

























One of my most profound impressions has been the love for the Lord that the Kenyan believers have. But should I be surprised and impressed by that? Did I think that God was not the same God here as in America? Did I think Africans couldn't love the Lord and praise Him as good as we can? I am chagrinned to confess that though my head said, "Of course they can," I'm not sure I really believed it. Now I do. God is at work in changing lives here, one heart at a time, even as He is in America. How grateful I am that He is the omnipresent God of the Universe, the Almighty Creator of all!