The Transition

So I startred a post over a week ago and never got back to finishing it.  This is not it.  However, I will continue to tell you about life in Kenya.


So not sure if I have mentioned it yet, but right now, Nuru has 17 western staff on the ground here.  That is made up of FT6 and FT7.  FT stands for foundation team.  We are on FT7.  We spend a month transitioning in our positions with the other team, while they intern transition out.  FT7 is made up of 9 individuals.  This is the last week of transition.
This week FT7 took over running the show.  Our counterparts just sit back, watch, and give a correcting hand if needed, and will soon give a wave as they sporadically head off to Nairobi in the very wee hours of the morning.  I won't lie, being responsible as a program manager, which Janine and I both are is kind of a big deal.  A big deal in the sense that there is so much responsibility  so much to do, and so small of an amount of time to do it in.  We've laid in bed at night and talked about the pressures of it all.  


I keep talking so much about Nuru and what's going on, but I just haven't said much about how we are doing.  Janine and I are doing well.  Janine was sick for a bit, but nothing serious and she has seemed to kick it.  I haven't felt sick at all, praise!


Mentally, we are both well but the work here is stressful.  There is just so much work to do, and even though half a year seems like a long time, its not when you have so much to do.  


We have had church every Sunday here.  We get together with 4 other people right now and listen to a sermon via computer, and then talk about God and pray together.  Sunday we also usually take a walk, which has always been so great.  


This past Sunday we were walking after church and walked to a lake.  It's the only one I know about around here.  There was a baptism going on.  We stood on hill overlooking the lake and watched God's called walk one by one into the water, they were buried in the water, and then rose with Christ.  After each person rose from the water, the group of people gathered on the side of the lake would start to sing.  They were singing in swahili, but I could pick up on words, and I knew they were praising God.  It was such an amazing sight to wonder upon.

It made it a bit easier to think what baptism must have been like a couple thousand years ago.  One thing that I think hasn't changed a bit, is the amount of Joy that is created by one of God's people turning to him, and embracing him.  


Sorry it took a while to find some time to write.  I'll write again soon and we love you all and hope each of you is doing fantastic.