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We left for Arise and Shine at 8 a.m., ready for a morning with the children. The craft focused on John 3:16, followed by the story of Daniel in the lions’ den, which held their full attention. Soon the air was filled with giggles and laughter as bubbles floated across the empty playground—many of the children learning how to blow them for the very first time. Soccer quickly became a favorite, especially with a real ball in hand. Stickers ended up everywhere, not just on paper but on hands, nails, faces, and sweaters, with the gem stickers stealing the show. Frisbees were a new adventure too, and the children eagerly learned how to throw them. Throughout it all, they remained wonderfully attentive, soaking in every story shared.
Hearing about the home lives was heartbreaking. Some of them, only three years old, have already witnessed people being killed inside their own homes. Others endure mistreatment from a stepmother, watching as other children are favored and fed while they themselves are left without. In the midst of such sorrow, the words speak with tender urgency: “Suffer the little children to come unto Me.”
We stopped along the side of the road to watch bricks being made by hand. Freshly shaped from the earth, they were laid out in the sun for two days to dry, then stacked and fired overnight in a kiln. Remarkably, a new kiln is built for every single batch of bricks.
On our way to our second home, Distinction Gardens, we passed through the bustling town of Luwanda, alive with movement and daily hustle. Soon after, we arrived at Distinction Gardens, unloaded our luggage from the truck, and settled into our rooms. After a quick moment to refresh, we were back on the road once more, heading out with eager hearts for two more visits.
Sarah, at 106 years old, is a quiet testament to a life anchored in faith. She is lovingly cared for by her daughter-in-law who lives nearby. During our visit, she sang to us, and we sang to her in return, sharing a sacred moment filled with joy and connection. We spent time in meditation and Scripture together, and before we left, we shared a simple “sweetie” (a sucker) and took a photo—small gestures that marked a deeply meaningful visit.
Here in Kenya, we are deeply cared for. We grow hot and dusty, we weep, and we grow tired—but we are never alone. God carries us onward, lifting us with encouragement through His Word and through the strength, love, and faith of our team.
