Farewells

Today I danced one last time with the children from Joska.  I was even able to spend some special time with the school’s worship team and teach them some additional songs.  These kids are the hardest to say goodbye to.  I have formed so many relationships, it is hard to say goodbye when you know you will probably never see that person ever again.  Many of the class eight students were begging me to come back before December (before they graduate and move on to high school).  It was so hard to say goodbye to them.

After departing Joska, I made one last stop at Pangani to meet my sponsored child.  The boy I have been sponsoring (Meshack) has moved to Uganda, so this was my first time meeting my new child.  His name is Paul, he is 7 years old, and in class 2.  He was very shy and not completely fluent in English yet, but he had the best smile and was just so precious.  I cannot wait to watch this child grow up.  It is so special to me that I actually get to know my sponsored child, he is not just a name and a picture, he is a little boy with a personality and opinions and I feel so privledged to get to know that part of him.  How many people actually get that                                                                chance?

I am now at the airport, waiting for my plane.  My heart is so torn at the moment.  I miss home and am ready to go back and see everything I have missed, but I also love the people here and I feel like I can do so much work here.  For now I have to be content with the fact that I will come back.  When God provides the means, I will be on the first flight back to see my Kenyan family.

Me and Moses (my dancing buddy)

Pastor Joseph