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My oldest and I arrived in Kenya yesterday, after two days of airports and flying.
So, I have to make a decision. I just didn't have the time to complete my Kenyan God story through my blog before we came. I so desperately wanted to, but will have to when I get back.
....I kindof left everyone hanging...SO sorry!
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But, that leaves me in an awkward place today because so many want to know how we are doing, and what we are doing daily here. So, my decision is to post what we are doing here now, and write the back story when I have time on the blog.

So here was our Thursday, January 28th:


Boarding a plane in Nairobi, on our way to kisumu.


Kisumu is the town where Jonathan, the pastor I met on the plane to Nashville, lives. He will introduce us to his ministry in and around kisumu. We will meet widows and orphans who he ministers to, in hopes that we can partner together in ministry for the future.

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