Another Day in Kenya - Chapter 5 Bumpy At Best Bonding with Jedd continued at a heads-over-heels pace. For the first week, if anyone else except his grandma indicated they wished to hold him, he turned his face and cuddled into my chest. For naps or bedtime, he fell asleep in my arms; and only…Read more Another Day in Kenya – Chapter 5
Another Day in Kenya - Chapter 4 Where Are You? Both babies drifted off to sleep during our drive through the Nairobi night, but woke when we arrived at the guest house. Jedd fussed, and I knew it was well past his orphanage bedtime. I stayed with him in the room while the others went…Read more Another Day in Kenya – Chapter 4
Another Day in Kenya - Chapter 3 The Flame After we boarded our plane, iced wings delayed our departure for a couple hours - on May 20! It's true Colorado is renowned for snow, but never this late in the year. As we waited, I carried Justin, 12 months old and restless, to the almost-empty first…Read more Another Day in Kenya – Chapter 3
All over the world, there are people who have no voice. Children drowning in poverty, women stripped of dignity, men pushed down where there are no safety nets. In dark corners of the world, they subsist day-to-day. Perhaps one of the greatest symptoms of the voiceless is that they lose the capacity to dream. I…Read more Finding My Voice… So Theirs Can Be Heard
Another Day in Kenya: Introduction It's so interesting in life how God leads us, sometimes it seems to me, in an almost cyclical path. Or perhaps "spiraling" is a better descriptor: to new insight into Who He is, and who we are. In 2012, I left my job as Director of Orphan Care with Hope's Promise,…Read more Another Day in Kenya – Chapter 1
Sr. Fidence was like a beautiful rose in my hand, but her fragrance drifted just beyond my grasp as she stood there barefoot, her white-draped physical being unable to contain an other-worldly joy. I didn't understand her at all. I wanted to, desperately. How, in the midst of despair and hardship, hunger and lack, did…Read more Joy Hunt
The first time I witnessed a batik wax stamp process in Kenya in 2010, it catapulted me back in time and across the world: away from the warmth of equatorial sun into a university printmaking studio artificially warmed against winter cold; far from the fragrance of lush green growing landscape into the heady odor of…Read more Can’t Believe I Get to Do This!