Uganda November 2013 Trip Video

Just a few of my teams favorite moments!

Uganda November 2013 from elisa hyman on Vimeo.

Transformation

Africa is not new to me. This is my fifth trip in four years and third time leading a Visiting Orphans team. I have lead a total of 61 people to experience short term missions. I know the culture and the needs. Every team and every trip is unique. I always pray that God bring the gifts and abilities to my teams that would glorify Him. He has brought me teachers, coaches, carpenters, worship leaders, children's pastors, a nurse and even a break dancer! And He always brings willing hands! Working around the clock, young and old are brought to their breaking points, yet they push through with a serving heart. That never gets old!

Watching an introverted man with no kids get crazy with a megaphone, jumping up and down dancing and teaching the kids cheers fuels my soul. Seeing an ill team member with rosy red checks and beads of sweat forming on her forehead from exhaustion, rock a crying baby with the little strength she does have, encourages me. Tough men are broken, controlling personalities surrender. Transformation happens on these trips! God wants us to obey James 1:27, not just because it serves the orphans and the widows, but because it serves us. Being in service to others grows us.

On the last night of my trip, I sit down with the team. We process our experiences. "What now?" I hear a lot. These trips are just the platform for more...so much more! I like to think of my life before my first mission trip and after my first mission trip. Everyone's story is different. For me, it was becoming a trip leader. For others, it's becoming a build board for a ministry, fundraising for a need, sponsoring a child, adoption, full time ministry or missionary. The after picture is different for everyone, and none is greater than the other. Sometimes I get to see the after picture, and others I do not. But everyone has one.

My after picture is still under construction. It is no longer that blank canvas, and the colors are starting to form a clear picture. God will never be done working with me on this earth. Right now, I know I am right where He wants me, getting His people to experience His love in a whole new way and learning to serve on a deeper level.  What will my picture look like?  I don't know.  I know that full time ministry is what I think it is. When will that happen?  I don't know.  But what I do know is that God has put me right where I need to be... for now!

Prayer

While prayer hasn't always been my first response to a joyous occasion or a trying time, it is becoming more of my everyday life as my faith strengthens.  Recently, I asked God to give me eloquent words when I pray.  I often have many opportunities to pray aloud with people and would love to pray with beautiful sounding words and without stammer.  Instantly, I felt God telling me that He just wants my prayers, not fluffy words.  What a peace that brings.  My prayers are for His ears and he doesn't need fluff!

As a short term mission leader to African countries, I pray with and for many ministries and individuals.    Some are seeking financial provision, some with illness and others with spiritual warfare.  My prayers are no greater than theirs.  But together, as believers, we agree in prayer.
Last June, I was introduced to a tiny 3 lb. baby boy that had just been brought to the orphanage I was working with.  He had no name and needed to be held around the clock for warmth.  There are no incubators or medical monitoring equipment.  The little boy laid in torn, stained blankets on a bunk bed alone.  I swept him up into my arms and held him to my chest.

I had the honor of naming this little one.  He was so small and fragile and needed a big strong name to grow into.  I named him Brandon, after my husband who stands at 6'7"!  Baby Brandon laid on my chest all day.  I prayed over him all day.  I asked God to give him life, health, strength.  I prayed for a family for baby Brandon.  I prayed for him to know the Lord.  I prayed.  I left baby Brandon just as I found him.  Wrapped in tattered blankets and laying on a bunk bed.  I believed that our God would protect him.

Six months had past and it was time for me to lead another team.  I called the director of the baby home to let her know I would be arriving the next day and she told me that baby Brandon was in the hospital.  She feared his life.  My heart sank!  Just the day before, he fell ill and was have convulsions.  He was taken to the children's hospital and diagnosed with Pneumonia and Sepsis.

As I walked into the hospital, my heart started racing.  What would I see?  How fragile would he be?  Would he cry when I picked him up?  Would I be allowed to pick him up?  The wards were full of rusty hospital beds and torn mattresses.  Children were everywhere with family members hovered over their children in desperation.  There were no IV's, no monitors an no nurses.  Just a slew of children laying on beds and their families either laying next to them or on the floor.  Baby Brandon was asleep when I walked in.  I wondered why such a sick child was there with no medical equipment.  Nothing monitoring his health.  I picked him up and returned him to my chest, just as he had been six months ago.  He whimpered as he woke up.  Then his eyes met mine and he stared and then smiled.  It was as if we were meant for each other.  I told him how much I loved him and how big he has gotten.  And then I prayed over him.  I asked God to again bring him health and strength.  I prayed for the doctors to have God's wisdom in treating him.  I prayed for Brandon to have a testimony of God's healing power.

As my time drew to an end, I again placed baby Brandon just as I found him, on the tattered mattress in the rusty bed.  I held back tears as I walked out of the crowded hospital ward.  I was introduced to baby Brandon's doctor.  He told me that Brandon was doing miraculously much better and that he would be going back to the orphanage in two days!  He also shared with me his first encounter with this small boy.  He recalled the same tiny, fragile baby that I met, and said that he was surprised the orphanage staff even brought him in because his survival was not probable.  I smiled and said prayer saved him, just as it was healing him now.

Our meeting is no accident!  It was a divine appointment that gave me the opportunity to pray over him.   It was an opportunity for God to show me His power and and opportunity for me to share the story of healing with others.  We were brought into each others lives so that God can get the glory!  I needed to be reminded of the power of prayer and he needed prayer.  I look forward to seeing this sweet boy in the next six months!

Uganda November 2013

Week One

Seven of my team members flew into Ethiopia from DC, while the other three of us flew into Ethiopia from Frankfurt. We all met for the first time before heading onto Uganda. The weather was already looking brighter for us coming from Germany! As we landed in Uganda, we were greeted by a familiar face to me. Charles had a huge grin when he realized it was my team he was picking up. He remembered me from my last team. We all piled into the bus with our piles of luggage and started the 3 hour journey to Kampala. It was around 2pm. The team, all but two of us, had never been to Africa. They were staring at the sights and absorbing the culture. While most were jet lagged, they had yet to realize it. When we arrived to the Return Ministries Guesthouse, we all got settled in and were able to access the internet. We were later greeted by Pastor Samuel and his family.

I prepped our team for day two. I tried to paint a picture for them. I let them know that we would be overwhelmed by hands of children seeking love and attention. That they would greet us warmly and sometimes fight for our attention. I explained that they should expect chaos. That being flexible is key. Sometimes our plans work and other times they are disastrous, and that was okay. My picture was not pretty, but I wanted them to get an idea of what we were about to step into and to be prepared. We planned to do a photo booth with the kids and send each one home with a polaroid picture. I knew we were asking for chaos, but knew that the 300 kids would appreciate the photo!

The next morning we woke up early. The roosters were crowing and the fog was settling over the landscape. Our team worshipped together for the first time. We prayed over our day. As we headed down the bumpy red dirt road, I watched my team experience Africa. The children were much lower in number than we had anticipated because many were at school still. The hundred that were there greeted us just as I had expected. With warm smiles and huge grins, the children ran up to us and squeezed our hands and fought for our affection. Thankfully, the smaller number of children made the photo booth project more manageable. It still was chaotic. Trying to line up 100-200 children for an opportunity to dress up in silly costumes and take a picture is crazy alone. But to line up 200 African children that are desperate for the opportunity to take a photo that they get to keep is on a whole other level of crazy! We organized the children into age groups and then called them up one group at a time. We had team members helping dress the children, team members taking photos and team members taking off the costumes. My job was to keep the line in order. Uh, I am passing that job on to someone else next time! Whew, I had a workout trying to keep children from toppling me to get to the costumes. I honestly was getting a little frustrated with how slow the process was taking. I kept it to myself. Later that night, our team was debriefing. One of the girls who was taking photos said, with tears in her eyes, that that moment was one of the happiest she has ever been! What I saw as a slow chaotic photo booth line, she saw joy!

Pastor Samuel took us into a village to work with some school children the following day. Our team had bought rice and beans to be prepared for the students. While the food finished cooking, we taught the kids some songs and even did a soul train line! Our team worked together to serve the 280 children in an assembly like fashion. That was warming us up to our feast day when we would be the ones cooking!

We woke early the next day to begin preparing the feast. We anticipated about 500 children. Our team of ten dwindled down to eight, as two were back at the guest house not feeling well. The eight of us cut up meat, sliced vegetables and cooked stew and rice over a fire. We bartered with the neighbors to borrow their extra cooking pots in exchange for some rice. Surprisingly, our feast was served on time and we didn't run out of food! The children were all well fed and enjoyed their treat of meat, fruit and a soda! So many were coming up to me thanking me! I am so thankful for the generosity of others that made this feast possible!

My Father's House and Royal Hope Academy is one of my favorite ministries to visit. Rebecca, the founder and director, has a true gift and is full of the Spirit! She had just landed back in Uganda hours before our arrival and still joined us for worship! The children preformed for about 2 hours. They danced and sang. With their hands in the air tears streaming down their faces, they prayed. My team, all experiencing this for the first time, was blown away. Watching a child of any age worship with all of their might is moving, but seeing a girl of about five worship with full surrender was breathtaking!

Week Two

As is customary in the middle of my short term mission trip, we take a day of rest. After about 5-7 days of some of the most challenging physical, emotional and spiritual work many have ever experienced, the team begins to wear down. Tempers can start showing, some start showing signs of exhaustion. Our respite day is always just what we need when we need it.

We arrived at The Haven, a small bungalow community on the Nile River rapids around 3:00pm. The Haven is my paradise! All the bungalows face the river and are complete with hammocks. The food is prepared by a chef who puts decorative garnishes on each plate. No detail is overlooked. Every bed is complete with fresh flowers wrapped in an origami like hand towel. We figured out room arrangements and everyone scattered to relax in their own way. Some booked a boat trip, some rested in hammocks. I cooled off in the pool. We weren't even there for 18 hours, but all left rested and rejuvenated!

Our next stop was shopping in downtown Jinja. The team scooped up souvenirs for their family and friends. Two of my Ugandan girls met me and ate lunch with us at Ling Ling Chinese restaurant. Yes, Chinese food in Uganda. It was so amazing seeing them. I have been loving on these girls for three years now. They call me Mom, and I love them dearly! I watched them as they ate from the table with us. They were shy asking for food or soda, and they gratefully accepted the tables leftovers to take home.

Sangalo Baby Home kept us busy for the afternoon. We heard about Damalie and her ministry. She currently has 21 babies. She told me that baby Brandon, the baby I named after my husband Brandon, was not doing well and was in the hospital. Damalie told me that Baby Brandon was having seizures and high fever and that they feared for his life. My heart sunk for this little baby that I held at just one week old. His tiny body that needed the warmth of body heat to keep him warm. The baby that the doctors said wouldn't live. Just six months ago, I prayed over him. I prayed that God would take this tiny baby and grow him into the big strong man that my husband is. I prayed for protection, health and for family. I cried knowing that this tiny baby was ill. I recognized many of the other from my previous trips. They were no longer small, sick looking babies. They were fattening up, and that made me smile. These babies are loved!

We settled down for the night at the newly built Capstone House run by Healing Faith, a ministry serving the villages with a malaria education, prevention and treatment. And they are Aggies! Jason and Kari, the ministry directors, gave us a warm American welcome. Kari must be related to Martha Stewart. Her decorative touches she added to the home we adorable!

The following morning, we headed back to Sangaalo Baby Home. Damalie took us out to the land they are building on. They had chickens, pigs and were expecting a pregnant cow soon. It was a plush land that was already growing crops. She told us how she hopes to build a baby home and foster home there. When we arrived back at the baby home, my little guy Taylor lit up with excitement. He would not let me put hi down. He desperately wanted someone all to himself, just as many of the babies. We cuddled, played peekaboo and gave raspberry kisses. He would tighten up with pure joy wen I kissed on his neck! I loved every minute of it!

Once the babies were ready for nap time, Damalie took me to the children's hospital to visit with baby Brandon. The little boy was brought into my life six months ago on my sat visit o Sangaalo. He was probably premature and malnourished weighing around 3 lbs.. He had just been brought to the home and needed one on one attention and a name. I loved on his tiny body all day. I prayed over him, as if he were my own. I ask God to give him health, life, protection, and love. He needed a big name to grow into, so I gave him the name Brandon, after my ginormous husband.


When Damalie told me Brandon was very sick, it hurt. While I only held this child for one day, we have a bond. God brought I'm into my life with purpose. We pulled into the children's hospital compound and saw children and parents laying on the grass, due to overcrowding in the wards. We walked down a hallway lined with rusty hospital cribs and torn mattresses. We passed a room full of sick children. Their families huddled over the children laying on torn blankets with desperation. It was intense. There were no ivs, no monitors, no nurses or antibacterial dispensers. Just sick kids laying on raggedy beds with desperate families looking for hope.

As I walked up to baby Brandon's bed, I felt tears well up. He laid there sleeping. I slowly started to pick him up. He started to cry and I whispered to him. As him calmed down, his eyes opened and he melted into my chest. This little boy, that carried my husbands name, was mine for that moment. I talked to him as I swayed back and forth. I kissed all over him. As our time at the hospital drew to an end, I laid him back down and prayed over him again. I have no doubt that God has purpose for him! I prayed for healing and for his doctor and caregivers. I tickled him, he laughed with a raspy voice. He beamed as I told him how much I loved him and that I would be back. I passed him back over to his caregiver. By no coincidence, her name was Janet. Big Brandon's mother is also Janet!

The doctor came back to the baby home with us to check on the babies. He told me that when Brandon was first brought to Sangaalo, that he didn't expect him to survive. He also said that he was surprised that Brandon had never been to the hospital. I told him I was not surprised, and that prayer saved him. By all means, I am not his healer, but God brought us together and knew that he would need extra loving!

Our team helped the doctor with his monthly check ups. We weighed babies, took temperatures and helped with keeping the records in order. Several of my team members had formed special bonds with the children. They prayed over them and said their final goodbyes before we left for the day.

On our last day in Jinja we served with Healing Faith. They took us into the village of Wakissi. We played with the children for awhile before beginning to pass out deworming medications, multivitamins and then to do the medical checks. Our Luganda translators lined up children and adults who were sick. In Uganda, everyone thinks they have malaria. The Segner family focuses their ministry on Malaria education, prevention and treatment. We took temperatures and listened to the symptoms of those with ailments. We tested about 15 for malaria, of those, three tested positive. We gave them the malaria treatment medication. I followed Jason and our teams nurses' lead. With a pair of gloves, I suctioned up a drop of blood to place on the malaria test strip. It's amazing how simple it is to test and treat malaria. Malaria kills, and treatment needs to be accessible! I look forward to working with Healing Faith again!

As with all of my teams, the last night together we process. We talk about our most memorable moments and what we have learned from our experiences. My soul is on fire knowing that I am in God's plan for my life. Watching others begin to find their way, and grow spiritually fills me. I have no idea what the future holds for me and my family. I do know that at 37, I am EXACTLY where He wants me now, leading teams to Africa to GO. BE. LOVE!

Why Go?

Why do I go? Is it for them or for me? I promise it's not why you think. A lot of times I hear people tell me that what I do is admirable. That they wish they could do something so profound, or that they had the desire to make a difference.

Why am I so on fire for missions? Why do I travel twice a year to Africa to love on kids and serve communities and ministries? For me. Yes, the "selfless" Christian woman that some of you see when you see the videos or pictures of my trips is not who you think she is.

I love missions because they help me to become more of the woman I desire to be. They show me that my life is okay. I learn to have more faith by watching those with nothing have more faith than I'll ever know. I love how I am challenged to grow deeper. Advocating for the fatherless and ministries that are getting it right makes me smile. I never knew that cooking a feast for 500 kids could be so rewarding! I love how fast a team becomes a team! I LOVE watching team members experience this all for the first time.

I recall my first trip to Uganda. I thought I was going to change the world with my hair bows. Granted, the kids loved them. But It's really my world that was changed. God uses short term mission trips to open the eyes and hearts of people to build His kingdom! We don't change the world. We change our hearts. We build relationships.

Right before every trip, I feel inadequate. I feel like I am in no position to be leading a team spiritually, or that I am "good enough" to be called a missionary. And every time, God shows up. He gives me the skills and abilities that I need just when I need them.

I believe that God gives us James 1:27 for us. He wants us to grow closer to Him. By being obedient when He says "Go," we open up the flood gates for His blessing on our lives!

Go.Be.Love.

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Why I Don't Walk My Kids to School

Living within walking distance to my children's school has always been a dream.  Living within walking distance of my children's school on a military base is more than a dream.  I have memories of walking to school ever since I can remember.  I grew up on military installations and walking is just what you do.

Miles, being in third grade, is more than capable to walk the almost quarter miles walk to school.  As his parents, we feel that it teaches him responsibility.  He is old enough to wake up on his own, dress and groom himself and fix a simple breakfast.  He is old enough to walk himself to school.  Now granted, we do live in a safe community.  He walks on a side walk and only crosses two neighborhood crosswalks on his way.

Marley, on the other hand, is a different child.  She can not be trusted to walk to school on her own, for obvious reasons.  She is four.   Not only that, but she has Sensory Processing Disorder.  Marley seems like a "normal" four year old.  And in many many ways she is.  She loves to go to school, play, sing and dance.  She is almost on target academically.  She interacts good with her peers…most of the time.
Marley also wakes up some days disregulated or just stresses out during the day.  In other words, imagine your are having a panic attack.  You wake up with it.   Your day is not going to be smooth.  But you usually know what is going on, what is causing it and how to cope with it.  Marley does not.

Marley has made tremendous progress since we identified the culprit when she was about 2 years old.  She still has tough days.  Simply breaking a routine can set her off.  Large crowds are a NO NO!  Grocery shopping is out of the question.  I know my limits!  It has taken me years to figure it out.

We live blocks away from her school, and I drive to pick her up.  Yes, I drive a few blocks down the road to pick my child up from school and drive her home.  Why?  Because it is what is best for her and for me.  She is completely exhausted by a full time schedule which includes speech therapy, occupational therapy, a bus ride and two different classrooms.  The rush of a few hundred kids going to buses and walking with friends, parents, strollers and pets is too stimulating for her.  She wants to touch every stick on the sidewalk, pet every pet.  She impulsively runs into the street without looking for cars.  She will pick up someone else's chewed up gum and put it in her mouth.  Sounds like every four year old?  Possibly.  But, I know her limits and I know my limits.  So I drive her!  It's what works for us.

Four Years Ago

It's crazy to think that four years have past since we saw Marley's face for the first time!  I remember that day like it was yesterday!  I had programmed my cell phone to ring like a slot machine when our adoption agency called.  I heard that special ring and it didn't really set in.  I was on pins and needles for almost a year.  Seriously!  I carried my camcorder with me everywhere for months hoping to catch the call on camera.
The phone rang, and I heard our adoption worker say hello and then acknowledge that Brandon was on  the call as well.  I knew what that meant…we were about to be matched with a little girl!  She told us her name and that she was just six weeks old.  She emailed us some pictures and said, "Congratulations, It's a Girl!"  Brandon and I had planned this day out ahead of time.  So I waited what seemed like an eternity for him to get home and we opened the email together.  That was it!  Our perfect little girl starred at us in those pictures.  We were butter!
Four years later, that little tiny girl with no hair has blossomed into a spicy young girl full of personality!  And OH…does she have hair!  I love adoption and am so thankful that it gets to be a part of our families story!

Marley Referral Anniversary 4 years from elisa hyman on Vimeo.

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Join Me in Uganda this Thanksgiving!

Uganda has become my second home. This will be my fourth trip to Uganda!  I love traveling there, and not only is my heart there, but a little tiny piece of my tooth resides there!

I will be leading another Visiting Orphans team over Thanksgiving. Here a few of the details:

• November 24-December 4
• We will be working with Return Ministries, My Father's House, Healing Faith and Sangalo Baby Home.  I have traveled to all but Healing Faith and am super excited to share these ministries with you! 
• Follow THIS LINK to get the details of this trip
• If you are leaving from Germany, please contact me!  I have some information for you before you submit your application!

I truly believe that God has placed a passion and calling for missions in me.  And if you are drawn towards missions or think you'd like to go with me, I know that He is calling you too!  That's how my story started!  I was just intrigued by a friend who led teams.  I'd watch her blog and Facebook posts and trip videos and always thought that it would be a cool experience.  It took me about a year until I finally committed to going.  Wow…did that trip change my life!  Here I am now, just a little over two years later and I'm leading two teams a year!

All that to say, join me!  I LOVE THIS STUFF!  Anyone will tell you that!

If money is keeping you from going, PLEASE hear me!  God will provide!  Check out one of my personal stories with fundraising!

I'm super excited to see who God brings to this team!  I hope you will join me!

Submit your application HERE!

Uganda & Kenya Trip Video 2013

Uganda & Kenya May-June 2013 from elisa hyman on Vimeo.

Kenya Days 13-14

Day Thirteen

This morning, Brittany and I woke up around 5:00 a.m. to fill Hannah's room with balloons and sing Happy Birthday.  Her mother had sent me a birthday care package almost two months ago and I was anxious to share it with her! 

The kids were dismissed from school today so we took a nature walk to the nearby lake.    It is so beautiful in Kenya!  As we got closer to the water, there was a sign that said "Beware of Hippo!"  What?!  Thankfully, we did not have any encounters!  As we walked, the kids grabbed wild cactus fruit and carefully ate them.  What a beautiful land these kids get to explore.

At evening worship, I realize that I've been claimed by a little girl named Milcah.  She placed her bible on a chair next to hers and doesn't move it until I walk in.  Just like my Ugandan girls, she doesn't say much.  But holds my hand tightly and likes to be held in my arms.  So that's what we do!  I put my arm around her during worship, I put her face in my hands and tell her how beautiful she is when I say good night, and we walk hand in hand.  That's how I play Mama to these kids.  That's all they want, to be someone's undivided attention.  She waits patiently for me at the bottom of the stairs during our teams mealtime and she saves my seat in worship time.  She wrote me letters everyday and today she wrote it to Mom! 

We went to Amazing Grace Ministry today, which houses about 30 children ages 4 and up.  They truly have very little, but are full of joy!  The ministry director has a calling to love on these kids in a family setting, not like an orphanage. The kids are full of love and spirit.  They very proudly showed us their individual gardens, their rabbits, ducks and cows.  They had two puppies that are supposed to be guard dogs, but are slowly turning into pets, after the kids had watched an American kids movie introducing them to pets living in a home.  They keep asking if their dogs can sleep inside with them, but to Africans, that is silly!

One of our team members got to preach tonight at evening worship.  Kristi did an amazing job.  I'm so glad she stepped up, I was worried about having to do it myself...lol!  After the kids had their evening worship, our team spent some time in our devotional and worship time.  Naomi, made a special birthday song for Hannah, which was hilarious! And Brittany and I introduced the warm fuzzy books I had made for each team member.  We began writing about our memories together.

Day Fourteen

This is our last full day together.  We had some of our team working in the Fiwagoh clinic, some playing with kids, and some teaching at the school.  Most of the teachers handed over their classrooms to our team.  Our team taught science, social studies, math,and English.  We dipped out when it came to Swahili, ha! 

In the afternoon, we visited Haven of Hope again.  The team really seemed to enjoy spending time with the kids there.  We unloaded donations of clothes, crafts and sports equipment.  The kids sang a few songs for us and we preformed a few for them.  What a beautiful ministry! 

After dinner and Fiwagoh worship, it was time for our team to process and come to a close.  We gave the opportunity for anyone to share any talent, or scripture.  Hannah showed us how she can lick her elbow, and Brittany and I preformed a reenactment of Praise Him, a hilariously bad performance from some young adults in Kampala.  We got serious and talked about what is next?  Many shared how God worked thru them during this trip.  It was awesome!  We had our final team worship and we belted it out!  We cried out to God and praised Him for brining us together. 

Kenya Days 10-12

Day ten

We said our goodbyes to Ekubo and got on the road to County Lake Resort. 

This was our respite.  A day of relaxing and recouping before another week of ministry.  We processed a little on the road.  I was super excited to take the team to this Resort because it it simply beautiful!  We were eating lunch watching the waves crash on Lake Victoria when I remembered a team member telling me she wanted to get baptized.   Brittany and I were honored to be a part of this!  We scouted out a good spot, and got it done!  What an experience!

The shower I took at the resort was one of the most fulfilling showers I have had!  The water trickled out slowly, but it was warm and I was clean!  Brittany and I reclined on our private patio talking and giggling! After dinner, we had our team devotional and worship time.  Wow, it was powerful!  Rest and a nice hot shower can do wonders for a team!  We all piled into one of our teams rooms.  It was a tight fit, but I think the coziness made for better worship.  Once again, our worship leader rocked it! 

At bed time, Brittany and I had the great idea of checking up on our team members with a little humor.  We snook up to one of the room windows and not even 5 seconds later, we had two hysterical young girls!  It was actually very funny, and they took it very well considering!  So we thought we'd try scaring some more rooms.  What a bad idea!  At the next room, there was no window, so we went to the back porch.  I couldn't reach over the fence, so I pushed a chair into their back door, expecting a scream or some kind of reaction.  Instead, there was just silence.  So I kept doing it.  The lights went out.  Brittany and I were about to pee our pants with laughter!  We went to the front door and Brittany opened it.  It was unlocked!  I lost it!  I couldn't stop laughing!  Well out came two very very frightened team members that were on their knees praying, thinking that someone was trying to break into their room.   Uh...mission team leader fail!  Brittany and I felt awful!  Awful!  I wasn't sure those girls would ever forgive us, so we retreated to our room and locked our own doors!

Day eleven

Another day waking before sunrise.  We boarded our bus to the airport to fly to Kenya.  A few days ago Brittany had introduced a game I like to call The Stupid iPod Game. Basically, you put your headphones in and cover your ears as you sing to music and everyone laughs.  Well, I wasn't done having fun, so we played this game on the way to Kenya...on the plane!  Too funny!  Good times!

Once we landed in Kenya, our driver told us that we couldn't arrive to Fiwagoh Ministries until sundown.  They are a Seventh Day Adventist ministry and observe the Sabbath.  So we improvised and took the opportunity to shop.  Our driver took us to various small shops overlooking the Great Rift Valley.  Simply breath taking!   I can't believe this is my life!  The shop owners were very aggressive and Brittany and I had to give our team some tips on how to deal with them.  This is not my first rodeo, and I know how much these tourist type items are jacked up in price for white people.  When I shop in these stores, I rarely make eye contact, I don't touch an item unless I truly am interested, I never act interested, even if it is an item I've been searching for.  I offer 1/3 to half of what they are asking for.  If they don't come down to my asking price, I walk away.  It sounds harsh, but it works!  Almost every single time I walk away, they chase me down and say, "okay, you bring," meaning that they are accepting my offer.  This was one of the most aggressive spots I have ever been to and there items were not high quality, so I was roothless in my negotiating skills. 

It was starting to get dark, and almost time for us to arrive at Fiwagoh and we saw our first set of wild zebras!  I can't believe that I get to do this stuff! We pulled over and snapped a few pictures. 

When we pulled up to Fiwagoh, we were greeted with an overwhelmingly warm welcome.  It was dark, the sun had just set, and the Sabbath was over.  The 200 kids chased the bus until it reached its stopping point.  When the doors opened there was a sea of brown arms reaching in grabbing every team member exiting as if to claim them before anyone else could.  I was claimed by three teenage girls, my favorite age!  We were escorted into a courtyard where the tiny Pastor Benson introduced himself and welcomed us.  He was the first I saw to have a megaphone.  What a great idea!  I'm putting that on my wish list for my next team!  It came time for me to introduce the team, and he handed me the megaphone.  With 200 kids sitting quietly, I got a little stage fright.  My coleader had no desire to help a sister out, so I quickly told them we were excited to be there and love on them and then I introduced each team member.  I handed the megaphone back to Pastor Benson and his response was "that's it?"  Lol! 

Our team settled into their rooms filled with bunk beds and rested.

Day twelve

Fiwagoh ministry has morning worship at 6:00 a.m. And evening worship at 7:00 p.m..  Watching the sunrise is going to get old...lol!  None of us had been to Fiwagoh before, so we didn't really know what to expect.  I really don't have any experience with Seventh Day Adventists so I couldn't really prepare my team.  All i knew was that they practice the sabbath, are vegan and are not charismatic. Flexibility and grace have been our teams theme, so we just went with the flow.  The worship was organized and carried out by the children.  that amazed me! It started with two hymns, which the children all knew from heart...all 10 verses...lol!  And then a word from Nash, a fifteen year old boy.  They pray on their knees and then worship is done. 

Today we organized our field day activities during the morning and visited Haven of Hope in the afternoon. What an amazing woman of God Nelly is.  She started Haven of Hope because of a huge desire she had to love on orphaned babies.  She considers every child her own, and it shows.  Many of my team members were drawn to her enthusiasm.  I loved watching that!

Just a few days ago, a team member had mentioned to me that she would like to keep some of her donated formula for another ministry.  She didn't know who, but felt like it was something that she was supposed to do.  I was a witness to this team member asking Nelly if she needed formula.  Oh how God works!  Nelly teared up and raised her hands in the air and thanked God!  She had been praying for formula for the last week, and little did we know that He was going to meet that need thru us!  God is so freaking good!  We look forward o coming back to Haven of hope in two days.

It was late and I was just about asleep, when I hear Brittany screaming!  She said that there was poo on her bed!  I didn't believe her and thought that maybe she was plunking me.  S I got up to investigate and their was indeed some kind of poo looking dropping!  Her jaw was wide open in disbelief and I was on the floor in tears!  I couldn't stop laughing!  We eventually found out it was a prank!  I'm so glad to have a team that can joke and a coleader that can take a joke!