We're going to Kenya!...AGAIN!

Jambo!

As many of you already know, Jamie and I are going to Kenya January 1, 2014. We are incredibly excited and have been planning our trip over the past couple of days. It's pretty wild, the last time I went to Kenya I had 6 months to prepare for the trip and now this time we are planning and preparing for the trip in less than 7 weeks.

Many of you received a letter from me and the one thing I forgot to specify is that Jamie and I will leave January 1st and return January 11th. This will give us one week to adjust and relax before we jump back into another busy semester of school.The Freeland's are very excited that we are coming and I know that they will spread the word to some of the Kenyans I was close to that I will be returning.

I won't be too long-winded, but if you did not know me when I last went to Kenya you can read some of the posts below to see what the Lord did on my last trip there. We will be updating this blog as we are in Kenya the second time, so keep an eye out for new posts.

If you are interested in giving towards my trip, the PayPal Donate Button is on the right hand side of the blog.  You have a couple of options of how to give and what you give towards:

1. Send a check to my home address. 2. Go to kaylacooper31.blogspot.com and you can click on the “Donations” button and give                       online (through paypal or card) You have options to delegate what your giving goes towards: ·         Materials/supplies for the Kenyan pastors ·         Towards my general travel expenses ·         To the Freelands. They are a family of 5 and their need is great as they live full time in Kenya for the sake of the Kingdom. **Please indicate in the memo of your check or in the notes section online what you want to give towards.

Thank you so much for caring, we will update more on here once we have more details of our trip.

Blessings,

Kayla Cooper

One Blood. One Race.

People are people. Boys are boys. Girls are girls. Souls are souls.

I woke up this morning at 2:30am due to my blistering sun burn and I couldn't fall back to sleep. The phrase above was all that I could think about. So here I am, 3am and sun burnt writing this update. Bare with me as I go along, due to the fact that it is 3am.

One blood and one race is something that God has been laying upon my heart since last week. Allow me to explain. Over the past year, the Freeland's have been accruing items from their home and other people to give away to the students at the school. Balls, shoes, socks, clothing, pens, books, picture frames, hats, you name it. So last week, Michelle and I sorted through these items and found over 100 items. 50 items for the girls and 50 items for the boys to choose from. Each student would be able to pick one item to keep. So, we arrived to the school and separated the girls from the boys. Michelle and I set everything out on a table and told the girls that they could pick one item and that we would start with the Form 4 girls (Form 4 is the equivalent to seniors in high school). Their excitement was contagious. The girls came up to the front and browsed through all of the possibilities. They tried the clothing on right then and there, they received advice from their friends on what looked best, they giggled, swapped items, and asked me to take hundreds of pictures of them so that they could see how their new items looked on them. I couldn't help but notice, how I, as a girl do the exact same thing. Women browse, don't they? It took approximately an hour for all of the girls to pick an item out. I have never seen so many smiles at once and I was blessed to be able to see their joy from something so simple.

Once all of the girls had finally decided upon something, it was the boys turn. We took the girls out of the room and brought the boys in. I could see the boys eying items they might be interested in. They were obviously excited like the girls, but in a much more subdued manner. We started the same as the girls, allowing the boys to pick one item and we began with the Form 4 boys. I was shocked at how decisive the boys were. They walked up, grabbed an item instantly and sat back down. We finished with all 50 of the boys in 20 minutes or so. I couldn't help but think, girls are girls. Boys are boys. Whether you are in Kenya, America, Switzerland, or Haiti. We all have the same Creator and we were all created in the same image, right? So why do we find ourselves focusing on our external differences versus the heart?

Children are children. They love candy. They hide behind their mother's skirts when they are feeling shy due to the presence of a stranger. They love games. They cry when they get hurt. This is something you will see regardless of a person's race and this is due the to fact that we are all one blood. We were created by the same Creator and we all came from one man and one woman, Adam and Eve.

I watched a teaching by an Australian man named Ken Ham while I was here in Kenya. He discussed the racial categories we have given to people groups based on skin color. He explained that as Christians, we should not buy into racial categories and that instead we should not see African, Caucasian, Chinese, etc. But instead, we should recognize that there are only two “races” per say. Saved and unsaved. Walking in the light or walking in darkness. This should be our primary concern. We should be a people who are not hindered by diversity and instead are willing to show the love of Christ despite the fact that people might look different. I am not saying that I was racist or anything of the sort, however, God is showing me that in some ways I have limited His love to flow through me based on the fact that I feel I might not be able to relate to a person due to our differences in culture and looks.

I cannot tell you how many times I have had to tell these students that I am just like them and not better than them. I have encouraged them that God created all of us in His image and we simply have different shades of skin. What is the big deal with that? Do we seperate the big ear lobed people from the small ear lobed people? (Ken Ham). No! So why is the trait of skin color treated any differently? I believe that through sharing my own struggles with these beautiful students, they are realizing that I am like them despite our difference in skin color. I also struggle with my self-esteem, sin, fear, just like they do. People are people.

Are cultures different? Yes, of course they are. Praise God for creating us to be diverse and unique and not all the same. So all that to say, as God's people we should look past our differences and love relentlessly. Like God, we should look at a person's heart not their outward appearance. We should love like Jesus and show people through our love that God doesn't focus on the appearance of man but on the state of their heart instead.

Boys becoming men

Greetings from Nairobi!
Today, we made the lovely drive to Nairobi from Kakamega. This is approximately an 8 hour drive, on roads that jolt you from side to side the whole ride. No sleeping on this road trip, though I did try, and was not successful. We are here in Nairobi to pick up a team of 12 volunteers from the US and Canada. With this team, we will conduct a two day community wide medical camp and also build two new classrooms for the school. I am very excited to meet these wonderful believers whom I have been emailing with for a couple of months now. The Freeland's and I are very anxious for them to get here.
I am back to 100% health. Malaria meds work very fast and very well. Malaria is an infection that resides in the joints, so my whole body felt SO strange and sore. After I took the medicine, I was able to sit up with no pain the following day. Thank you Lord for your fast healing.
Sunday evening, I ate dinner at a Kenyan family's home. This was a fun experience. In Kenya, you don't use dining room tables and you usually wouldn't use utensils. But they were kind enough to give me a spoon. The man of the home prepared my plate and boy did he fill it HIGH with food. I was a little nervous when I saw the amount I was expected to eat, but I grabbed my spoon and jumped in. I ate koo koo (chicken), beans, mushy banana stuff, and ugali with sakumu. Ahh yes, ugali. The staple food of Kenyans, and it feels like a pound of rocks in my stomach. Ugali is corn flour that is brought to a boil in water until it becomes stiff where one has to cut it with a knife. It does not taste and has a texture of silly putty. It is easier to eat if you cover it in sakumu and beans. Sakumu, is a green similar to spinach. I can eat ugali, but it was difficult to eat as much as was scooped on my plate. As I was getting close to the bottom of my bowl, I placed my bowl on my lap to grab a drink of water--bad idea. As soon as I let go of my bowl, the Kenyan man had grabbed my bowl again and piled it high with more food. Oh no. I was scooping food onto Dennis' plate (with Dennis' consent), while no one was looking. I practically ate myself sick so that I wouldn't offend anyone. It was fun though, and thankfully I didn't get sick. I enjoyed being in their home and getting to tell them about "University" and what that is like.
Monday, I was able to teach again at the school. This was a joy to my heart since I hadn't been able to due to my sickness. I taught all 50 secondary girls a lesson for probably an hour or so. This was a fruitful time. The purpose of my class with these girls is a health education class, mainly relating to sexuality and sex education. I started the class with us talking about who God His character and how this should shape the way we conduct ourselves as women. I then let the girls get into small groups and write down any questions that they wanted to ask me. (I had them write down the questions because it is rare for them to have the boldness or confidence to speak some of these questions out loud) These were some of the questions. "What is love?" "Are you married?" "What is sex?" "What are the effects of abortion?" "How can I prevent AIDS?" "How can I keep myself from having sex?" "How do I increase my self-esteem?" "Why did God choose only men to be His disciples?" "What am I to do for God, as a girl?" "What are the effects of a boy and girl relationship?"
Unfortunately, I don't even really remember how I answered all of these questions. But everything typically went back to abstaining from sex to honor God, protect our own hearts emotionally and bodies from disease. It was one of those moments where the Holy Spirit was leading me and I was speaking what I was feeling led to speak. I felt so in my element even though I was communicating with girls who have very different lives than me. Some girls were taking notes, some girls had wide eyes, some girls could only giggle, and sadly there were some girls who had hard hearts and were rolling their eyes at the suggestion of abstaining from sex. However, no matter where each girl is at in their heart, I know that some seeds were planted. One of the girls, Sharon (whom I have grown to love so much), came up to me afterwards to encourage me. She told me that I did well and that what I spoke of was very helpful and needed. She encouraged me that the girls were listening, even if they seemed to just be staring at me at times. She also said that I used good language that was understandable and that I explained myself well. This was reassuring.
As I finished teaching the girls, two boys approached me who are approximately 16 years old. I greeted them and could tell they wanted to speak with me. Felix and Brytol were their names. Felix proceeded to say, "Brytol has an incident. And we were wondering if we could an speak with you privately about it" Of course I agreed and we headed away from the school to sit on a ledge overlooking the valley. Brytol began "When you taught us in class last week, you explained abstaining from sex to honor God, our own bodies, and our future wives. Well, I have never done anything with a girl before and I want to continue in this way" Felix spoke up, "Yes, I have never done anything either" Then Brytol continued "As I came to school, it became difficult. Because some girls are very beautiful here and they try to get my attention. I feel attracted to them, but I do not want to act upon it. I want to be pure, so how can I keep from being attracted to them?"
Wow. I was awestruck. This was the kind of response I was expecting from two girls, not two boys. Kenyan boys are not trained to think this way, so they simply don't. Showing this kind of emotion and desire, is practically unheard of. So hearing this desire to please God was just baffling to me. It took everything in me to note cry because it was very apparent they were speaking out of a sincere heart. At this point, I realized that these were no boys. These were young men, who were listening to a call God had placed on their lives before He had even formed them in their mother's womb. I felt so honored to have the opportunity to see them beginning to answer this calling.

First, I told them that there is nothing wrong with finding a girl beautiful, that it is natural. I then proceeded to advise them to become a team. To keep each other accountable (it took me probably 10 minutes to just explain what the word "accountable" means). But they understood with time. I told them to make a pact with one another and to make sure the other boy is never in a situation where they might go down that route with a girl. I also told them that any time their bodies are reacting to a girl and they begin to feel tempted, that they should pray in that moment and set their minds on whatsoever is good, on Christ. I encouraged them that the Lord would bless and honor them if they did this and that He also would give them the strength to abstain. We talked about self-control with our bodies and our thoughts. I then joined hands with them and prayed for the two of them and I felt that the Lord was working on their hearts, I couldn't help but cry at this point. I felt so used by God and was assured once again, that I am supposed to be HERE in Kakamega, Kenya at this present time. Brytol and Felix were overjoyed by the time I said Amen. Their smiles were wide and they said "Asante sana, asante sana" (Thank you very much, thank you very much). I gave them a hug and told them I would continue to pray for them, and that people in the good ole' USA would join me in praying for them as well. So friends, say a prayer for Brytol and Felix that God will continue to raise them up to be men who are examples within this country. This country needs good strong men who are willing to be a light, regardless of what the rest of their culture is doing.

May it be so Lord, Amen.

Choosing contentment

"I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know both how to have a little, and I know how to have a lot. In any an all circumstances I have learned the secret of being content--whether well fed or hungry, whether in abundance or in need. I am able to do all things through Him who strengthens me" Philippians 4:11-13

The past couple of days have stretched me in ways that I never anticipated. Before I came, I was told time and time again to be flexible while I was in Kenya, to put aside all expectations and be ready for whatever the Lord had in store for my time here. As I prayed and prepared for this trip, I reflected on how MY plans get in the way of me allowing the Lord to accomplish His plan. Many are my plans, but regardless of how many plans I make, it is the my Creator who directs my steps.

A couple of days ago, I started feeling slightly sick but I didn't think much of it. However, yesterday morning I woke up in a worse state. I was running a fever, experiencing nausea, my joints ached, and other symptoms. The Freeland's decided to take me to the doctor. As I was there, the Kenyan doctor was far too smiley for my liking. I could tell he was enjoying treating a Mzungu and I wanted to slap him for it. It's funny how easily and quickly our hearts can change when circumstances are less than ideal. They did blood work and results said that I had malaria and parasites. While waiting for these results, doubt and fear began to creep in. "Why am I here? I just want to go home." I felt at war with myself, because part of me was completely discouraged and fearful, but another part of me knew that the Lord was in control and that He knew all along that this would happen. I knew that I was called to be in Kenya, because I had seen how great the need was and how few the workers were. I was experiencing firsthand the flesh and spirit at war within me. As I was crying and pitying myself, I decided to choose to believe in God's goodness and sovereignty. I simply said Jesus' name over and over again and finally felt at peace within myself. "I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know both how to have a little, and I know how to have a lot. In any an all circumstances I have learned the secret of being content--whether well fed or hungry, whether in abundance or in need. I am able to do all things through Him who strengthens me" Philippians 4:11-13 Now, have I learned to be content in every circumstance and in all things? No, not quite. But I am learning, and that is a start. Praise God.

In short, the doctor told me that I have malaria and parasites. But this is an easy fix. I got a malaria treatment pill and took a "de-wormeing" pill. Malaria is an infection that resides in the joints, that is why I have been so sore. But this morning, I woke up feeling SO much better. The Lord's healing was quick! However, today I am still resting and am expecting a full recovery shortly.

Thank you for all of your prayers and support in my trip. It means so much.

I will hopefully be back in full speed soon and be able to update you all shortly.

In Christ,

Kayla

Early days

Dearest friends and family,

This is the first chance I have had to breathe since I arrived to Kakamega. I would like to share with you about the wonderful things the Lord is doing. So sorry that I haven't emailed yet and it feels very good to be able to finally do so! I have had so much on my heart to unpack and share with people who know and love me.

It has been the most unreal experience of my life. The Lord is stretching me and growing me in so many ways already. I have a much clearer understanding of what sacrifice truly looks like. When I met the missionaries (Dennis, Michelle, and their two sons are Joel and Eric), we had an immediate connection. The Lord truly set me up with like minded believers like you wouldn't believe. When I arrived they all hugged and kissed my forehead treating me like their own daughter/sister.They truly present their lives as living sacrifices and die to themselves daily. They pay the price of living for Christ, but they count it all joy. They admit that times can be hard and sacrifice may seem like too much, but the Lord fills them with grace and strength and always replenishes their supply as they give of their time, resources, emotions, physical strength. They give fully, knowing that the Lord will always fill them back up. It is so inspiring to see such strong believers in Christ.

Today, we went to the school in Kakamega. It was about a 40 minute drive (the "roads" here don't even deserve to be called roads). We got to a point where the mud was far too deep for us to drive, so we parked the van and took piki piki bikes the rest of the way. I hopped on the back of a piki piki with a Kenyan man in his late 50's. It is an excellent way for them to make money. Thankfully, Joel (the youngest son) rode on the same piki piki with me. He is 12 years old and I feel like I have a little brother. I read with him every night and we talk about the Bible and who Christ is for him. He is a sweet sweet boy with a definite calling on his life. Anyways, Joel rode with me and this made the 40 minute scary/bumpy/awkward ride much easier. He is so comfortable in the culture and has taught me a lot on how to interact with Kenyan children and adults. So thankful for him and I can tell he is thankful to have me around. I am officially his sister and he is starting to introduce me as his big sis. :) During this ride, I felt like I was on display. Kids, teenagers, men, women, and even the elderly would stop what they were doing as we rode by and look anxiously at us hoping that we would wave. I learned to say Jambo! Which means hello. I waved the entire 40 minutes hearing little children scream with joy and shouting "MZUNGU, MZUNGU!" which means white person, or not from here. Some of these kids have never seen a white person before, and I am sure that seeing a pale one such as myself with crazy fire red hair was a shock. Their smiles are absolutely contagious, I did not get bored of waving and I don't think I ever would. Once you wave their entire face would light up with joy. Something as simple as a wave and a hello could have potentially made their day. All I could think about during this ride was how much opportunity there is once you get to know these sweet people on a personal and real level.

So we arrived to the school and wow, was I overwhelmed. Dennis and Michelle had a board meeting, so they let me loose to do my own thing on the school grounds. I met a staff member of the school named Lynette. She toured me around and was so very sweet. We held hands as she showed me the classrooms. We arrived at the primary school which is the younger kids and as we were turning the corner she said "Prepare to have your space invaded" and no sooner than she finished her sentence I had 30-40 little children surrounding me and just wanting to touch my skin, hair, hands. I could hardly break free and didn't even desire to. I looked down at one point and saw probably 12 hands all over my arm. So many smiles and bright eyes. I could hardly keep from crying. I finally got them off of me and was able to get down on ground level to talk to them. Since they are so young, they did not know much English. So I just told them they were beautiful, that my name was Kayla Cooper, and Jambo! I must have said that word 1,000 times today. And I tickled them, took pictures of them, and hugged so many. At times like that you just have to put aside any fear of uncleanliness and to be honest it didn't cross my mind. Even though these kids are very dirty, and some disease ridden, I realized that hugging and loving these kids was far more important than my personal "space bubble" or physical comfort. I felt so blessed even though I was blessing them.

Then Lynette and I walked over to the co ed secondary school. (By the way, I was told that I was to start teaching the health education class next week). Well Lynette took me into the freshman's classroom and said this "This is Kayla Cooper. She teach you health class. Have fun!" And she walked out the door. I heard Michelle's voice in my head "Welcome to Kenya!" and I realized that this was a time to be flexible and count on the Lord. So I said a quick prayer and attempted to spring into action. Sadly, they struggled understanding me because apparently I have a "very funny Msungu accent". So I used the chalk board to communicate a lot and one of the boys with better English helped translate. They thought I was very funny and there were many times where they would speak in Swahili and bust out laughing, but I didn't mind. I started by telling them about myself, my home, friends, family, schooling -- they loved this. Then we jumped into review! We discussed ways to make sure our food is safe and clean. We talked about keeping our bodies clean. And then the big topic was talking about sex and aids. I enforced what Michelle and Dennis have been teaching about the roles of men and women and how God intended sex to be. This was difficult, but the Lord was providing the correct words and analogies on the spot as I was speaking. I was saying things that I had never previously planned or considered. I then asked them what they would like to learn from me. Here were some things on their list -- aids prevention, self-esteem, relationships, marriage, pregnancy, abortion (sadly, it is very common for girls who get pregnant and are unmarried to wear their skirts and belts very tight in order to kill the baby), differences and similarities between men and women, self-control, being faithful, etc. So next week I will start into full lessons with the kids. I will meet with them co-ed and then I will meet with the boys and girls seperately. I really do believe that these students are beginning to be impacted by the teachings and example of Dennis and Michelle. What is great about Dennis and Michelle is that they walk out what they teach kids. Dennis loves his wife and serves her just like she serves him. This is a very foreign concept in Kenya and much of Africa. Women are expected to work in the fields, cook, clean house, do laundry, a whole lot of it and they receive very little appreciation and love for it.

This has been an amazing experience so far. I truly feel like I am beginning to understand the calling God has placed on my life and I am so excited to see what he does. One prayer request, be praying for next Friday night (12pm your time). Dennis and Michelle are going to have 10-15 of the girls spend the night at their home with me and Michelle. Pray that this will be a time where Michelle and I can love these girls and show them Jesus' love for them. I really believe the Lord desires to bring healing to these very wounded girls.

Love to you all and miss you already.

In Christ,

Kayla Cooper

14 days from now...

I received my day-to-day itinerary from the missionaries in Kenya yesterday. I was in the middle of a thousand things when I received the email, but was far too excited about the email, so I stopped everything and read through the tentative schedule. As I was reading it, I became so incredibly excited and inspired for the experience I am about to encounter. I even began to cry as I read the end of the itinerary, feeling sad that my trip was coming to a close. I wanted to share with you all some of the things I will be doing while I am there, now that I myself have a better idea.

14 days from now....

I will be getting off a plane in Nairobi, Kenya and I will have just made it through 24 hours of traveling. Unboarding the plane I will officially meet my host family that I will be living with for my months stay. Their names are Dennis and Michelle. I have been conversing with them through emails, and I know we are all going to get along great. After they pick me up, we will travel south of Nairobi to visit a Kenyan family that they are close friends with. We will stay the night there and the following morning I will begin my devotions with Dennis and Michelle at 7:30am alongside breakfast. This will be the start of our devotions together, because we will continue to do so every morning of my stay there.

After devotions, we will begin our trek to Kakamega (Western Kenya). This will be approximately a 10 hour drive of extreme discomfort...should be fun. The roads apparently are nothing compared to our smoothly-paved concrete highways. The missionaries put it this way, "We hope to arrive to Kakamega during the daylight hours but we often do not because of the delays, poor roads, construction, warring tribes, or the occasional cannibal…just kidding, not really".  :)
May 25-June 7...

During this time my schedule will change daily. Some of my responsibities will include:

1. Teaching a co-ed health education class at the Salvation Army Secondary School. I am responsible for getting the materials for this class and will be addressing some very difficult issues. The biggest concept that I am to cover is basic human rights. In Kenya, and much of Africa, girls and women are viewed as inferior and they are seen as sexual objects. In this health education class I have been asked to teach that women and men are equal and that women should be treated with respect. Then I will have multiple private sessions with the just girls to talk to them and show them that they ARE worth something, that the Lord values them and that they were created to be His precious bride. Please pray for these girls specifically..their self-esteem is very low and I want to show them Christ's love. I feel inadequate for this task, but the Lord will guide me.

2. I will teach private guitar lessons to some of the students at the school

3. I will learn how to help my host family maintain their small farm

4. I will visit an orphanage that is ran by Dennis and Michelle's friends. I will hopefully stay there for a couple of days to spend time with the children there and share my music.


June 8-18...

A team of 10-15 Christian volunteers from all over the world will join us in Kakamega! I have been getting to know some of these volunteers through email. My schedule will change at this point.

1. We are helping to host a two day medical camp, primary care outreach to the community.  At this time we will help with the medical issues or spend time getting to know the hundreds (maybe a thousand or more) of people who will come to this camp. My prayer is that the thousands of people coming will see the love of Christ pouring out of us as we serve them.

2. I will play a big role in guiding the volunteer team throughout their trip. I will be responsible for leading some of their devotions in the morning, organizing their day-to-day activities, and delegating responsibilities.

3. The team and I will then help in building additional classrooms to the primary and secondary schools (There are so many students, but not enough room for them, so this will help in allowing more students to be able to receive an education)

Wow, right? The Lord is going to do SO much on this trip. I am confident of that. Oh Lord, change the hearts of these people and draw them to You and Your salvation. And change our hearts as we serve the Luhya tribe, cause us to be more like You. Grow us in humility, servant hood, love, and may we see your power and presence throughout our trip. Your will be done.

Next time I write, I will be in the mountains of Kakamega! Love you all and thank you for your support! YOU made it possible for me to go where the Lord has called me.

May the Lord continue to accomplish His perfect will through us until the day of Jesus Christ!

Robert and Nadia (Benefit Concert Details)

Wow! This has already been such a journey, and I haven't even left the country yet. I can't even express how excited I am, I think about Kenya every day and the Lord has been putting it on my heart to pray for the Luhya tribe and the team I will be serving with. He is definitely preparing me for what lies ahead.

The Lord has been faithful so far and is definitely causing me to trust in Him. Thank you for everyone's encouragement and support so far, it means more than you can imagine.

I have a quick testimony, then I will go on with explaining my upcoming benefit concert.

A few weeks ago, I was coming to the end of an 11 hour shift at P.F. Chang's. I had only had a 15 minute break all day and I was incredibly exhausted. Before this long day began, I prayed to the Lord to give me the strength to not complain and to honor Him throughout my work day. As the night was coming to a close, I had one table left. It was a married couple who was from South Africa and they were celebrating the husband's birthday. After their meal concluded and they had already paid, they continued to talk and enjoy their evening out. So while they were doing so, I was finishing up my side work and continuing to give them refills even though the meal was over. Well as they were talking, I went to the basement to grab some items to stock and I broke down in tears with a prayer before the Lord. It went something like this, "Lord, I am so tired and my knee really hurts. I am trying to honor You and stay positive, but I cannot take this much longer. Please give me the strength to make it through this last hour of work".

Well, only a few minutes after I had prayed this I went back to the table to refill their waters. As I was walking away, the gentlemen stopped me and handed me some more cash and said, "Even though we already tipped you, we wanted to give you more for continuing to serve us after the meal has concluded. We have never had a server continue to take care of us after we have paid and we really appreciate it. And just so you know, Jesus Christ loves you very much". Well if anyone knows me, I cry at the drop of a hat, so I began crying and expressed my gratitude to them and told them about the prayer I had just said in the basement. This was the Lord confirming my prayer and I immediately felt strengthened within my heart and was truly overjoyed. Long story short, I told them about my upcoming trip to Kenya and that I would be ministering to the Luhya tribe. They told me that they were from South Africa and they knew exactly which tribe I was speaking of. They then prayed for me there, right in the middle of my shift. It was truly incredible, having the opportunity to fellowship with complete strangers, but feeling so connected because of our common love for Jesus Christ. Amen!

Robert and Nadia, if you are reading this (I gave them the link to my blog), you blessed me more than you know. Thank you for encouraging me and having the boldness to speak about Jesus. What a testimony you two were to me.

On a very different note, I am having a benefit concert on March 16 at 6:30pm (this is a Friday evening) I would love it if you all came! Here are some details--

New City Church 8711 Wornall Road Kansas City Missouri.

Time: 6:30-8:30pm

-There will be live music by multiple performers! -A barista making delicious coffee! -Raffle tickets to win gift cards to P.F. Chang's -Babysitting packages for sale -Baked goods for sale -Weight loss packages for sale -More to come!! All money received that evening will go straight to my trip to Kenya. I hope you can all make it! It is going to be lots of fun!