We had a rough Monday; easily the most intense and overwhelming day we've had in our four months here.
Here's a quick recap:
* We found out one of the Oasis girls had been raped on her way home from school last Friday. She was taken to the hospital on Monday, and diagnosed with syphilis. On top of the emotional load of being attacked, she now has to take medicine to recover.
* Monday also brought news of the robbery in house 2...and, turns out, one of the old house boys was responsible for the thievery.
* And, to top it off, one of the tiny girls sat for over two hours while four people took turns pulling jiggers out of her feet. She cried (of course) as they dug around her skin with needles and tweezers...Chris held her for a bit, but watching that pain was unbearable.
Needless to say, I was in a daze on Monday night...not sure what to think or how to process all of it...so I wrote a two-page email to three of my very best friends back home pouring out all of my thoughts and emotions...it was a long, complicated mess...
This morning, I woke up to a reply from each of them...and it reminded me of the amazing support system I have...each of them wrote, in her own way, an email filled with comfort, encouragement and even challenges. Each reminded me to seek God in these moments of discomfort.
My hope is that, as we find strength from God and from the encouragement of others, that it would spill out on to the people of Kitale; that they would feel God's love, support, encouragement through us. That God would speak through us and give us hearts that continually break for this community, for this world. That we would never be so calloused that days like Monday would be pushed aside, unfelt, as just another day in Kitale.
I am thankful for the people back home who are willing to bear with the chaos of my unbridled thoughts and respond with love. In these chaotic situations, I also want to be someone who responds with love.