Long overdue

So, it’s been way too long since I’ve made a post. Soooo much has happed in the last few weeks. I’ll try to keep it short and too the point for all you fellow ADD people...um...now what was I saying?...oh yeah keeping it short.

The first month here was really tough for me. The culture, food, people, environment, basically everything was difficult for me to adjust to. I was also starting to feel a little trapped here at the compound and I think I was starting to get depressed. I spent a night in Kitale and it was just what I needed. I got to see familiar faces which helped a lot. But the big thing for me was I remembered all the dreams that really came alive for me the first time I was there. I’m really excited about what the Lord has for me to do here in Bungoma.

I got to speak at our church two weeks ago. God gave me a word I was supposed to give the church and just a couple of hours later I was told they wanted me to speak the next Sunday. The word was on prosperity. It has to do with giving and receiving. It was very difficult for me to deliver this word for more that one reason. But at the end the Holy Spirit showed up and gave everybody gold coins (in the spirit) which symbolized a blessing of prosperity. I found out later that the Lord had given Noah a similar word for the church just a few weeks before. Some pretty awesome stuff is coming to our little church.

OK. I think I’m going to break this up into a couple of posts because it’s already getting long.

We’ve finished the roofs for four houses and we’ll be starting the foundations for two houses very soon. I’m anxious to get started.

Noah bought a new cow just a couple of weeks ago that was just about to calf. Well on Saturday morning just before 6am she gave birth. I was hoping to be around to see the birth but at least I got to see the little one’s first steps. It was pretty cool.

I still haven’t milked a cow yet but I did slaughter my first chicken the other day. It didn’t freak me out like I thought it would. It really wasn’t much worse than gutting a fish. I guess there’s a few ways to kill the chickens but here they prefer to cut the head off so it doesn’t suffer as much.

Well, I think I’ll leave you with that. I’ve still got a bunch of stuff to say but I’m just tired of typing.