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Butterfly Brooks

Butterfly Brooks Yes, Butterfly is her name. Why? Because it is awesome.

Butterfly fits her name well. She is beautiful and so full of life. Flitting from flower to flower sucking the nectar out of life.

Seems to me that almost from birth Butterfly has always been aware of humor. She likes telling jokes and funny stories, and getting people to laugh. She can do it in English and Swahili.

Butterfly Brooks I walked into the living room the other day to find Butterfly reading a book. She was so excited. I think more in love with the fact that she was reading a book, than the story. She likes to learn things and accomplish something. Like her mother there.







Part of my ongoing series, Meet The Family


A Little Honesty

Sometimes I sit in front of my computer to write, and all that comes out are words that would scare half of you away and offend the other half into deleting our feed.

There are days when I can relate to those practicing the Christian religion, and days when I think the Christian religion is to blame for all the world’s problems.

There are times when I want to mention something about politics (American,) and days when I shudder at what is happening with politics these days.

Sometimes, I would like to detail every little problem I am dealing with, but other days, I don’t want anyone to know that I have problems.

Sometimes I want to mention that following Jesus has really brought much pain into my life.

I for sure can’t mention how that pain makes me feel alive, how it makes  my life worth living, and how I have come face to face with the Creator in that pain.

There are times that I look at one of the kids, and all these feelings of mine, all the uncertainties over religion, doctrine, fund raising, etc. all my failures just melt away. Because I know beyond any doubt that caring for these little ones, that have been cast off by others, is a good thing.

Doing something good is the best therapy there is.


Noise

There’s a lot of noise in our home right now. Lots of giggles, squeals of laughter…

I can hear the kids playing as I type. In fact, I probably should go downstairs and ‘referee’ because I think they are all having a pillow fight. They’ve been decorating the house, and balloon one fun-filled event leads to another…

The decorations are for a very special young lady. Mary Awour. See, tomorrow is Mary’s birthday. Perhaps you remember that Mary is a new addition to our home. In fact, though she is turning eleven years old, this is the FIRST birthday party she’s ever had in her life.

About 2 weeks ago, Mary asked me, “Mommy, what date is my birthday? How many days away?” She’s been looking forward to this day for a long time…

I have a feeling she’ll keep some of her roommates awake tonight.


~Kate Brooks


At the End of Your Rope

This is how I’m feeling today:

  3"You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule. (Matthew 5:3, The Message)

Not the blessed part and not necessarily the more of God part either. Nope. Just the “at the end of your rope” part.

Perhaps I will get to the more of God and blessed part later. When I mentioned it to Ali, he just shrugged. “We’ll make it through. Just an opportunity to grow strong.”

Doesn’t he know that ropes are only so long? I guess Ali just has more experience living at the end of the rope than I do.

Not that I really want to catch up with him.


Quote of the Week

"Prayer is largely just being silent: holding it instead of even talking it through; offering it instead of fixing it by words and ideas; loving it as it is instead of understanding it fully.

That may be impractical, but the way of faith is not the way of efficiency. Much is a matter of listening and waiting, and enjoying the expansiveness that comes from such willingness to hold. It is like carrying and growing a baby: all women do is wait and trust, and hopefully eat good food, and the baby is born."


Richard Rohr


Richard Maina

I asked Ali to write a little something about the boys. Since he lives with them, he knows more about them then I do. Keep in mind that English is not his first language, nor his second one. Gender has little to no meaning when it comes to pronouns.  Johnny

Richard Maina He is nine years old now, and has been with us for a period of one year now. He is from a small village called Kasuku in Nyahururu, that is in Rift Valley Province, Kenya. He was orphaned at the age of 7 years old.

Her mother died of opportunistic infection caused by H.I.V/A.I.D.S and left Maina and three other under the care of their grandmother who also happens to take care of other six orphan that were also left behind by her other daughter who also died of H.I.V./A.I.D.S related illness.

I believe we as a ministry cannot solve all the problems around us, but we can assist where we can. So after realizing the burden the grandmother has I decided to help her take care of Maina while she find a way to help the rest of the orphans (because most of them did not fit in our home setup.)

Maina is a very active boy when it comes to manual activities, academically he has improved alot, though he does not eat meat.

We thank God for giving us this opportunity to be a part of this family and to help this boys have a better future.

Abdi Ali Abdi


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