Monday morning the 29th of March comes so quickly. Our time here is over and today we will return to Kitale. We will be flying as the dangers of bandits and luggas are extremely high on the road traveled from Lodwar to Kitale. The pastors all join us under the simple airport covering that we gather in. Gifts of handmade baskets and jewelry are given to me as we saw say goodbye. We are leaving today but the Word of God remains. God's Word will spread throughout the Turkana villages.
As we fly in over the Kitale town I feel like I have arrived in a big city in a different time and place. I now need to readjust to the surroundings around me. I understand now why many Turkana will tell you that here in the north western parts you are not in Kenya. It is a land of it is own.
The last day of March I boarded a bus a headed toward Nairoibi . Before arriving there we passed over the equator in Nanyuki. I am presently taking a few days of rest and preparing for ministry within the slums and with the street children for the next two weeks.
Isaiah 55: 10 & 11
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
So is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
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