Kenyan Tragedy

I just received a phone call from one of our indigenous pastors in Kenya. Caliph and I speak regularly and we have done much work alongside him.

He called to let me know that his sister and brother-in-law lost their lives in the attacks in Kenya over the weekend, and they have left behind four young children.

Caliph and his wife are now the ones caring for the children, taking them into their home and life for the years to come. All of the children are under the age of twelve.

Please pray deep comfort and peace for all of them in the midst of this tragedy and loss and deep grief.

If any of you have a sense of giving some money to assist with the feeding and school fees of the children I can facilitate that happening.

Thank-you.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3

A Small Revolution

I’m at a bit of a conundrum. My youngest daughter has viral meningitis this week,and so we are camped in the living room with plenty of liquids and movies and quiet.

I love sick weeks.

There is something about them that has always warmed my heart. Even as a child I loved nothing more than being sick, snuggled in my bed, hunkered down for a time. Sickness to me signals comfort and cozy.

As an adult, it is a choice opportunity to turn off every dial, put aside the normal hustle and bustle of life, and just rest, and be quiet. Even last year when I was deathly ill with Malaria, even then I simply felt comfort and quiet deep in my soul.

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