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Each child in our house has a 'job' to do. They are very simple jobs. For example, one person is responsible for washing dishes, another child removes the dishes from the table, and another rinses the dishes, etc... That's IT. ONE small part in the process. So the 17 year old who was responsible for locking the dogs up in their crate in the evening just didn't do it. She didn't have to wash dishes nor clean the house or any other duty. Just make sure the dogs are fed and locked up.

This morning, because she didn't do her part, she had a HUGE mess to clean up. You would think it logical that she would accept the consequences for her lack of action in the evening. Oh, no. She stomped around sulking and complaining and refusing to clean up the poo. "I didn't poop on the floor!" she screamed at me.

UGH. I hate butting heads with my Kenyan children. It's not the same as with my bio-ones. Let me tell you...

So I wouldn't let her eat breakfast nor go to school until it was cleaned up. She decided it would show her defiance if she kicked the poop all over the hall way. So I made her sit in the hall until it got cleaned.

The other girls were waiting on her and getting nervous about being late for school.

Let's just say it was a tough morning.

After giving her some rubber gloves, she finally managed to pick up most of it. However, she intentionally left a few bits for me.


Is it possible?

Can it be done?

Is that really a reasonable goal?

Have you thought this through?

Do you have something to fall back on?

Are you 100% sure this is God's will?

Will you survive?


I have no clue.


I have experienced the following though, and am slowly learning to trust Him.

Luke 1:37 For with God nothing will be impossible.”

She doesn't know?

We have two kittens.

Makena asked, "Mom, how can I build a cat house for Patches and Toby?"

I replied, "Well, you'll need some carpet and wood."

"What's carpet?!" reacted Makena.


I just shake my head sometimes and laugh at the things I forget my children may not know about because they live in Kenya and have lived here all of their lives (some of them), and MOST of their lives the older ones. In that list of unknowns could be things such as dishwashers. My kids think that a dishwasher is a person or perhaps a robot with arms (Emma's thinking). They had no idea what corn dogs were, of which I immediately remedied by cooking some, and other appliances such as Air conditioning, clothes dryers, and traffic lights. All of these are things they aren't used to.





Birds are chirping outside my office door, many birds. It is a cacophony of chirps, or is it? The more I listen the better able I am to distinguish the different chirps. It was not easy. I had to avoid looking over at my laptop with its scrolling images, which I can look at all day long if I let myself. I also had to turn off the fan in its cooling pad. It took a moment or two struggling with myself to be able to focus on the chirping. Once I did I was glad. The beauty of the distinct voices was worth the few minutes of concentration.

Stop and hear the chirps in your life today.

Keeping it Real

Posting on Facebook often times trumps my blog writing. I express myself more often there since the response tends to be quicker. My apologies for the slow blogging at times.

We started our week off with a family weeding of the garden that was so successful (i.e. no important plants were removed accidentally) that I hope to have the kids help again next Sunday. They actually enjoyed weeding, too, which was an added surprise.

Things are going on as normal around here. Healthy, happy, growing kids. Several children need new uniforms for school since their dresses are too tight and too short.

Of course we are grateful to all the folks who help us feed these children, and help us bring aid to needy folks around us. We recently started another 'experiment' like the one we are continuing with Millicent. This time, it's a small baby and his mom. Both are showing positive test results for HIV. Both are very skinny and need to get more nutrition before they can take their ARVs to keep the virus from attacking their immune systems. We want to feed them, help them with their rent and other expenses so they can get strong enough to start their retroviral meds and ultimately get strong enough to work and start living a normal life again.

I'm off to spend my evening with the family. We're watching Thundercats (not my fav) and Last Man Standing.


The waiting...

It's 7:30 in the evening. Supper time has come and gone, and Johnny has been sitting in the van in the school parking lot waiting for the girls to arrive since 4 pm. He has our very active five-year old in the car. Poor dear proabably wishes she never rode with daddy to pick up the girls from school.

It's a typical occurence when the children go on an outing for school. There's NO communication nor notes or planning to tell parents approximately what time to expect the students' return. So we go, we sit, we wait, and wait, and wait some more.

Fortunately, this evening, the wait was only 3 1/2 hours sitting in the van instead of six or more.

Supper is anxiously awaiting their arrival.




Met this tiny four month old boy today. His name is Paul. We are going to do what we can to fatten him up and give him a future and a hope.