It’s difficult to write blogs now that living in Africa has become my normal, day to day life.   I am used to washing my clothes in buckets and hanging them to dry outside. Used to hearing “Mzungu! Mzungu!”  as I walk down the streets. To walking down to Dorothy's Supa Duka or to the nearby gas station to purchase a Coca-Cola for 30 shillings.  I am used to the birds in the kitchen and the monkeys in the trees. To the sound of screams and chairs slamming in the middle of the night as the locals celebrate goals while watching the soccer game...

Walking into the Atlanta airport, I was greeted by a scene that you don’t easily forget. Not because of what it looks like, but more because the feeling you get the second you step foot into the group. The only word that could properly describe that feeling would be awkward.   I approached a group of around 60 – 80 college age students strewn on the floor of the atrium beneath a hovering dinosaur statue as they all did their best to give a good first impression. I was instantly surrounded by awkward giggles, and side glances every which way of people looking...

Today, I received the best birthday presents ever, a bold voice and the opportunity to rejoice with angels in heaven… This past week, we were going door to door- evangelizing to the people in Rare, Kenya. Door to door evangelism has been something I have struggled with because I am very shy and it’s hard for me to speak out while we are in the homes of strangers. However, last Wednesday was different. Our translator, Simon introduced us to a group of women who were sitting outside braiding each others hair. All of them said they were saved, except one, named...

These past couple weeks have been difficult. My heart is heavy with memories and thoughts of home and with the overwhelming need that I am surrounded by daily here in Kenya. But throughout these struggles God has been with me, constantly reminding me why I am here, and blessing me with moments of complete joy.   It’s the moment when we are walking through pouring rain down a dirt road and find shelter in a empty home. Where I sit in the corner next to eleven year old Ruth, who braids my hair into three chunky braids while she sings and worships, “Our God is...

Walking along the hospital corridors you see people lining the walls waiting to see a doctor. Hospital waiting rooms filled to overflowing with people just waiting to be seen. As you walk further into the hospital you find yourselves in hallways lined with doctors, and nurses bustling around in a hurry to go from room to room to see as many patients as possible. Kenyan doctors will stop to say hello and greet us, while American doctors who are volunteering will give us quizzical looks as to why a group of Americans are wandering the hospital everyday. It is a chaotic blur of events that is...

The first rule we learned when we got here was to always eat or drink what they give you. So, When we go to Tengi Tatu the first tribe we visited, I was given a nice big cup of chai. I thought oh yum chai because I love it.. but when I looked in my cup, I almost died. There was a dead fly in my chai and I had to drink it. ..yum. The second thing I learned was dresses and skirts here are super classy! The third is don't ask what your about to eat, half the time you would rather not know. We spend the first two weeks in Kenya in Tengi  Tatu. We have been doing door-to-door...