Health Scare

         "For I know the plans I have for you:, declares the Lord,  plans to  prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will  listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you"  declares the Lord. Jeremiah 29:11-14. I know the Lord has kept me here for a reason.  Fifteen years ago I was diagnosed with a progressive degenerative heart disease.  Today, I am kept alive by a computer in my chest. I have an implanted defibrillator / pacemaker.  It paces my heart, beating at 80- beats per minute and shocks my heart if I go into fibrillation. This shock therapy has occurred five times in the last five years and it feels like a horse kicking me in the chest with his two hind legs. This causes me to live every day as if it were my last day on Earth.  Travelling half way around the world, with an unpredictable heart condition may be a little frightening to some, but I feel so free.  I know The Lord will take me when it is my time to go.

Me teaching a teacher how to do Assessments

         Sooo, I received  a new top of the line computer, via surgery last July.  For the last two weeks , here in Kenya, twice a day, for 30 seconds, I heard a soft beeping, like a phone was going dead. I looked everywhere, listening to all the electronics near me to see where the beeping was coming from.  Anyone sitting near me heard it to.  I told the American visitors that all the electronics in Africa beeped twice a day.  Then on Wednesday night, I heard it again, but this time, I was alone, in bed, when I realized the beeping was coming from inside my chest...I got scared. My implanted computer was beeping. I called the US doctor and waited for a call back but they never came through. I went to sleep. In the morning, I calmly told Mary I needed to go to the hospital. I had a list of hospitals in Nairobi who could read my computer.  Off we went. The first hospital did not understand the urgency of the situation, we waited. Then after some time and discussion, we decided to go try another hospital. The driver drove Isabella and I, we got lost, asked or help and finally arrived at Nairobi Hospital. I told the information booth we needed cardiology. We were directed up to the third floor into a tiny office with 7 African people waiting in the waiting groom.   I did not know what to expect. I was in  a third world country and wondered if they knew how to interrogate my internal defibrillator. God is amazing.  He had it all planned out.
               Within five minutes, the Medtronics ( my computer company) technician greeted me in  the waiting room and said they were all available.  Not only was the high tech machine available, the technician who reads the information was there, as well as the cardiologist Doctor.  They were all African.  I was never so glad to see a familiar machine as the moment when I walked in that tiny room and saw the Medtronics technicians standing there, ready to put the mouse on my chest to read my computer. They were very interested in my "new" technology"..as they were all gathered around the computer screen on the Medtronics machine the Doctor calmly asked, " Where were you on June 20, at 1:08 pm?"  that was a Wednesday...I had no idea. The Doctor told me I was very lucky because I had come in contact with a large magnetic field and it had triggered my computer to deliver shock therapy to my heart, but aborted because I must have walked out of range of the magnetic field.. Who knew...so the alarm on my new computer was telling me I should avoid that area.  I still did not where I had been.  In the slums, there is minimal electronics.  The doctors and others  were very reassuring, they reset the computer alarm so it would stop beeping, said thank you, and sent me on my way. I thanked them. At the desk,  I asked what paperwork I could fill out and they said none.  They gave me the doctors card and told me if I have any  more problems to come back and see them,. They treated me for free!  This service costs over $1,000 in America.  In Kenyan shillings, it would have cost over 100,000 Shillings. I am still reeling from the hospitality, the availability of all the right people, and my machine aborting. This is definitely a blessing from God.  He deserves all the Glory.

God's creation and I got to see it....close up!

        Back at work, we reviewed our schedule and figured out we were at a Children's hospital doing a site visit on June 20.  I will not go back there again.
    I felt compelled to tell my story because, in Christ, all things are possible. But we need to listen to the Lord.  We need to take time to reflect on our own path, reflect on our posture of heart and our motives for doing what we do.  And we need to trust that little voice that talks to us in prayer. Do not doubt yourself. Serve. You have a lot to offer. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and soul and he will set thy path straight.  I honestly never dreamed I would be doing this, here now, living in Kenya for three months.  I listened to a small voice in my head, over year ago, and did not give up.  If we just trust and believe and BE Still and Listen, GOD will do immeasurably more than  we ever imagined. I am so blessed to continue to fulfill God's plan for me.  Thank You Lord for your guidance.

Celebrating Independence Day in Kenya

        4th of July in Kenya, well, it is a little different....I woke up and wished myself a Happy day, then off to work I went to see the front page of the daily paper with Headlines that read "Somali Attack on Kenya Imminent" ,  "Al Kada forces sure to attack" and "Casualties still rolling in from the Kenyan Church bombing" .  It is very strange to be in a country that is fighting a war. I have seen many , many more Kenya military, on the side of the road,  at key intersections with their machine guns over their shoulder.  Kenyans take these threats very, very seriously. 

Girls at church

         But we must continue on our day.  I know the Lord has me in his arms.  Soooo, it just wouldn't be 4th of July without a cook out and, some long term missionaries, Keith and Kathy Hamm, had a cook out at their house tonight..they served cheeseburgers (although good cheese is hard to come by, and lettuce is a luxury), chips and Brownies and cake..Yummy... and I led the large group of 50 visitors in singing God Bless America, and you know, I really felt it, Thank you God for Blessing America..... Kathy said when she was at the butchery, buying the hamburger, she told the  butcher he might want to stock up on hamburger because the 4th of July is America's Independence day and Americans might be buying more burger...and do you know what he said...he said, " Well true democracy must be celebrated"  So Celebrate our great country.  Let's not forget how great it really is.....I will never take it for granted again.

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And guess who showed up in Kenya? Pastor Ron's brother from Maryland,
Pastor Rob Kastens.   Who knew?  His team just left to go on Safari.  It is indeed a small world.

Look closely and you will see Ron with hair!!!

Pastor Rob, Ron's brother, preaching in Kenya, at Pangani Church with Pastor Henry

Wow, July 2, 2012

While all of you are roasting in 90-degree weather, I am sitting in 55 degrees at night and sometimes 70 during the day. It seems odd that I am just skipping summer all together.  My seasonal clock is a little tipped….some of the things I miss are:  camping, watching the campfire burn, eating smores, looking at the stars and full moon, swimming,  boating and kayaking,  lounging by the pool, and especially  ice cream cones, bummer…

Male Lion in the Masai Mara, Safari

 BUT it is ok, because I am truly making a difference in many lives and I am sure I will have plenty of summers to enjoy in the future.  AND I really hate the heat anyway.  At least I will not have to pay an air conditioner bill!!!  The other day, as I wound around the unpaved, side roads of Kenya, on a six hour journey going to safari, I sat in the back seat of a beat up old van, jostling up and down as we navigate our way over the speed bumps and around the many potholes (nothing compares to them in America) , donkey carts, mattatus, motor bikes, and people, I wondered what it would feel like to drive again. What if I forget?  And I am kind of getting used to driving on the left side of the roads….

BUT I did have a scary experience last week, I almost got mugged by slum thugs.  We were walking through a slum on our way to visit a child at a school.  The day had started with the mattuttu  driver charging us double the fare because of the white girl. He drove off with our change. There were three of us, Isabella, Anne, and myself.  These girls are tiny little girls, size 0 or one. The road was muddy so we were forced to walk single file. We got separated and I was a bit nervous. But God always has a plan.  Isabella was four people ahead of us.  She is alert, and always paying attention to her surroundings. She heard two guys saying, “ Let’s attack this musungo, I will take her earrings, you get the necklace, and I will try to get the shoulder bag”….so Isabella waited for me to catch up then she pushed me in the opposite direction, through the muddy street, and said,” “Go that way”  and off I went, followed by Anne,  as Isabella yelled at the men.  By the way, the earrings, were simple costume jewelry and the necklace was a African one I bought for $200 shillings, or about $2.37.  The hand bag was a small cloth bag wrapped around my shoulder.  After we were safely out of harm's away, we were all clearly a bit shaken, but we found a friendly vendor to sit by and collect our wits.  This kind of thing happens in many cities, not just Kenya….but the color of my skin really  makes me a target over here.   God is good, but let’s not forget, we need to do our part.  I am so grateful for his protection. We do not take it for granted.

Baboon walking on the road

If you have ever been part of implementing sustainable, systematic change, you know, that on a daily basis, it just feels like another day. We need to get done what we planned to get done for the day…but over time, when you look back over the road, you say, "Wow, how did we get here already?”  The change process is a funny thing, especially when it is a “God thing” with him pushing and prodding all along the way, and people praying, and hoping for the change agents success.  I have had some great conversations with  Mary and Wallace with regard to leadership and change. They are incredible examples of what can be accomplished with a vision and Faith.  Do not ever doubt your self.  I had vision over a year ago and I felt a strong need to pursue it. I just felt like I had something to offer, I could develop a system of referral, assessment and supports for children with special needs, in a country where there is none.  And look at me. I never dreamed in a thousand years I would be here in Kenya, doing this.  Never doubt yourself. If you believe something, especially if it comes to you in prayer, sit up and listen, reflect and see what it might mean for you.  Too often , we are too busy to listen. Be still.  I have learned that over the last 7 weeks. Be still, for I am with you.  Amen.  

            Anyway,  I am almost half way through my time here in Kenya, and my emotions are mixed, part of me keeps pulling my mind to Kenya and their continuous needs and the other part of me is starting to emotionally prepare for my departure.  I am totally integrated into the Kenyan lifestyle and these people are so gracious, loving, and protective.  It feels like they would lay down their life for me, like Jesus.  They are that loving. And it is genuine.  The thought of integrating back into America, with its culture is already scaring me. I will never be the same person as the one that left in May.

I'm Back and ReJuvenated.

Broken Bridge, way down by the river

We can do all things through Christ who strengthens  us ( Philippians 4:13). When you don't have what you want, you have to want what you have (2009, Jody Picoult, Handle with Care).  After much deep reflection, I am ready to continue my work here in Missions of Hope. Every now and then, it is important to take a step back, and assess how am I feeling. And it is also important to deal with those feelings....I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, worn out, dismayed, helpless, and not sure of next steps. Anyone would feel this way given what I see and experience on a daily basis.  But I was rejuvenated today, after visiting one of the most affluent hospitals in Kenya, Gertrude's' Children's Hospital.  While talking to the Occupational Therapist, a vision flashed before my eyes. It was a picture of the MOHI Resource Room and how successful it will be in two years. The OT said she wanted to come see the Resource Room when it gets up and running.  What we are building does not exist anywhere in Kenya.  Kenyans will flock here for Special Education assessments and educational therapy. Colleges will want to send their students here for practicums. It is  happening.  This is HUGE.   And it is coming...Ephesians 3:20 "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us". It is crazy, this burst of confidence and strength I have gained.  I changed my lenses, I filter the information differently now. It is OK to wonder and worry a little about these children and families, but it is not OK to think I can fix it all. AND I am growing so close to these people. One of them even said I look different now, not the same as when I started here...I look Kenyan...except I am still white..haha. I am amazed , on a daily basis, when I see what you can do without. Above is a picture of the slums and a broken bridge. The Village People were still using the bridge.

              And check out these little faces..they came in for assessment. Many children wear these hats, as it is their winter here, but temperatures stay in the 60's and 70's.


           There are so many struggles here, but they persevere.  There are no baby bottles here, pampers are a luxury, foster care does not exist, corruption is abound, you may see a herd of cattle cross a three lane highway, a monkey run behind the house, a lizard crawling on the wall of the bedroom eating mosquitoes, three people, including a woman who is dressed for church,  riding on a motorbike or a regular bike for that matter, a donkey pulling a cart down the street.  I saw a tractor trailer, with a bulldozer on the back, and two men riding on the bed of the trailer on the tracks of the bulldozer, make a U-turn on the highway, a truck overflowing with furniture you are sure it is all going to tumble off at any second, a child delighting in pushing a card box around the dirt street  or playing in the sewer water, young homeless boys roaming the streets in clothes they have been wearing for months, glue sniffing children lying in piles of garbage, cats roaming around inside the restaurant you are easting dinner at, vendors selling food items that are covered with flies, men working in construction with shoes that are falling apart, hanging together by threads, with their toes sticking out, while they straighten nails and hand carry 5 gallon buckets of sand and rocks to the site where they are hand mixing cement and mortar,  mothers balancing huge loads on their head and babies on their backs, tied on with shawls, people carrying 20 liter jugs like the yellow one in the picture above, tied on their back using a shawl wrapped around their forehead.   These sites are an everyday occurrence.   But their progress is amazing.  The super highway is very busy.  People do get out of the slums and live productive lives.  Their determination is commendable. Their Faith is extraordinary, and it is genuine. I can learn a lot from these people.  Thank you Lord for blessing my life with this experience.

The Cycle of LIfe

So, if you live somewhere long enough, you will experience the cycle of life and death. The first week I was here, I met a cute little boy who was deaf, Amos.  I also met his mother and father.  His father had been very sick and had just come home from the hospital.  They seemed very happy.  Well, when we went to do a follow up home visit this week, we found out the father had passed away on Monday, due to his illness. It is so sad.  We are encouraging the mother to come to Pangani and join the sewing class.  The life and death cycle is so much quicker when people are living in the slum conditions…

Amos with his Mom and Dad

AND another tragic event happen yesterday.   One of the Missions of Hope 52 -passenger bus, with a team on it, was driving slowly out of one of the schools, through the village, and two drunk people were kidding around, and one of them fell under the bus and was killed.  The team riding the bus was devastated.  Both the bus and the driver were taken to the police station.  This is the same village where we just raised a new church on this past Sunday. The devil is hard at work but God is good.  Usually, when this happens, they village people pull the bus driver out and beat him and terrorize the passengers, but this time the village people surrounded the bus, protecting it and the bus driver, until relief arrived to take the them back to Pangani.  The bus driver was released from jail, after about 6 hours…he said he was witnessing to the people in the jail cell with him.  God has a plan. Although we cannot always see or understand his plans, we need to trust that we are right where we belong.  I trust him.

AND the other day, on our way into Pangani, we saw a crowd had gathered in the street outside the school…after conversation with people, we found out that a thief had been caught and the “Mob Justice” was beating him to death.  He was most definitely killed.  These tragedies are just part of life over here.  That is the only way they know how to live. 

 I realize on a daily basis, that I surely cannot fix everything, but the small things I am doing will have great positive consequences in the future and will positively effect many children’s, familie's, and teacher's lives…. I am well protected and never feel like I am in any danger, even though I may walk through dangerous areas, I know I am protected. I am eternally grateful, Father.  I will keep on my mission.

Kenyan teachers doing assessments, with an intern assisting

   I have trained five Missions of Hope teachers how to do informal assessment of children.  These teachers all have taken some Special Education courses at the college level, here in Kenya and they currently work at MOHI....What a blessing. I hope to use them in the new Resource Room, and replace them in the classroom with new staff...It is all coming together. Thank -you God.         

New Local Church Arises...

Children looking in on church

Cleaning, with brooms /mops

 

Grandma with her grandchild

So, On Sunday, I attended  church at Kiamaiko.  Each school is named after the slum it is located in, and if there is a church there, the church is the same name.  This church/ school has a locked gate because the community is predominately Muslim.  The children were looking in on us as we were preparing to go to church, under the tent. Today was  a special day because the fellowship was turned into a real local church with church leaders whom we commissioned this day. The ceremony was followed by a goat roasting and eating.  At first I thought gross, but what is the difference , as we have Pig Roasts all the time...the goat actually was not that bad. I heard four sermons that day, all in translated Swahli, we were there from 10:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m....that is my all time record for church going on a Sunday! Whew....Speaking of school, pictured above are children at Mathare North; children clean after lunch. The broom is made of straw. Woman sweep walkways daily with these wisps of straw.  They do take pride in their walkways and hallways. Also, older people are very difficult to find in the slums. They simply do not make it. But this is Grandma, she lives in Kiamaiko and she brought her grandson to church on Sunday and stayed for the goat eating ceremony.

Monday morning Assessments....

        

          Things are looking up and I am continued to be blessed on a daily basis. We have almost finished all our assessments. Look at these darling little ones that came to see me Monday morning.....these special needs students are getting the short end of the stick and I think I am changing the system...Woo-Hoo!

I am now drinking Chai out of the staff cups (big plastic cups) instead of the visitors small glass coffee cups. The staff  told me today that I really am a Kenyan now!