Still reflecting on our Kenya trip and thankful that we got to as a family. These are the moments that I'm amazed by God's goodness, that we get the privilege to go and love on kids all over the world. As a Mama, I can't tell you how great it is to see your kids loving like Jesus would.
This trip was hard. The first week and a half we lived in an abandoned hotel in a slum. I'm not even lying. We walked about an hour every morning for a day of serving, loving, and giving and then walked an hour home after all that. Not once did they complain about all the walking or the different food they were eating. They were rockstars.
The Kenyan kids loved them! I think the whole slum knew their names, and I'm pretty sure we could have married Joshua off if we wanted to. It's not often that a blond haired, blue eyed boy comes around.
Jeremy just returned from Kenya yesterday. He was back in that same slum and all those kids wanted to know were where Joshua and Emma Grace were. Apparently coming back without them was a stupid idea.
It probably was, because they're rockstars. :)