Learn
to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know
that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes,
no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to
learn from. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
In
January 2007 Joyce Anne, Liz's Mother, returned
to Africa. She has made several trips there to work among
the people of Kenya - making a difference in the lives of
those who, geographically, are half a world away - but are
just like us in the eyes of God. We present her trip report
here so you can get an understanding of the wonderful things
this family does - besides fight a battle against cancer!
It
has been a month since our group of fourteen adventurers returned
from Kenya. We have shared photos, stories and memories of
our trip. Even though most of us have re-entered the stream
of our former lives I know that many seeds were planted in
the soil of our souls. When it is time they will begin to
grow.
The women worked at Nyumbani,
a home for children who are HIV positive. This is my third
visit to Nyumbani and the first time that there have been
adolescents thanks to anti retroviral drugs that have halted
the harvest of AIDS. The children are happy, loved and well
cared for. Although we accomplished a great deal of work
refurbishing their buildings and garden the main event was
spending time with the children. The men spent their work
days constructing a shelter to provide shade for people
waiting for appointments at an AIDS clinic. The days were
long and the work hard but the rewards were great.
We had the opportunity to visit two other schools that
Kenyan Children Foundation supports--Kawungware and St.
Cecelia's School in Kibera. Our group collected over 130
pounds of school supplies to deliver to these two schools.
It was good for our children to experience the classrooms
in these schools, especially Kibera, and to learn how eager
students are to spend long days learning.
The trip was
rounded off with fun and adventure. We went on two safaris
and visited a Masai village. In the end we understand that
we are all interconnected. We are similar in our desires,
wants, needs and hopes.
Joyce
Anne with giraffe
Alex
and Joyce Anne. Alex has been working for
Kenyan Children Foundation for years. He was my boss!
Beverly
shares bracelets with Masai children (Bev's family made these
bracelets)
Family
work crew at Nyumbani
Grandkids
hauling fresh manure for the garden at Nyumbani.
Joyce
Anne scrubbed and polished floors at Nyumbani
Laura
and Breanna visiting with child at Nyumbani
Group
visited Kawungware School to deliver school
supplies. Joyce Anne worked at this school in 2000
Next
stop Kibera--slum outside of Nairobi. Delivered
more school supplies.
Classrooms
and signs at Kibera
Joyce
Anne on plain at Masai Mara with granddaughters
Joyce
Anne dancing with the Masai women
Alan
playing with children
Helping
hands - what happens when a family has Caring as one of their
prime beliefs
The song that is playing is "Praise
You In This Storm" by Casting Crowns.
As
you listen to the words of this song, gaze at the photos
of Liz and know that she breathes this message into her
heart. Into her being.
The
storm rages and still she hears the voice of one who heals,
who loves beyond measure, who carries her when her strength
fails.
Hope.
Believe. Pray.
Be in the moment.
With Liz.
You can control the playback by using these buttons
The
Lyrics: words by Mark Hall/music
by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms
I was sure by now, God, You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.
Chorus:
And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I
remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away
Chorus
I
lift my eyes unto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes unto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth