16- Kenya Seeds

Within a few days of coming home, people everywhere in the ward asked me "How was your trip to Africa?"  Almost none of them knew the full story, but they did know that I had a friend, and that something was happening in Kenya.

So, not knowing how to even begin to tell them in a few minutes, we planned several group family home evenings in our home, as I told them all that had happened with Kiaruuh, and the people in Kenya, showed them the beautiful bags that the mother and sister in law had made and sent home with me, shared the Bible verses and the messages that father Mwangangi wanted me to ask them to read, and then offered some of the beans from Kenya for them to take home.  (I don't dare to cook them and serve them to my family for dinner, they are too precious).

One day, my son Jeffrey came up to me, and surprised me by showing me a Kenyan bean sprout in a little cup of dirt that he had planted from those Kenya seeds.  "They grow fast!"  he said. 




 I thought on what he said, and thought back to the tour of the mountainside garden that the brother Kilonzi had offered to give to us. 








I remembered the way that he slowly and seriously said, 

"We are preparing land now, waiting for this rain.  We wanted to plant.  

Yeh, we can plant!"  


There was so much said in each of Kilonzi's words. That's why I chose to call this story Kenya Seeds.

I pray that the rains will continue to fall from heaven to bless those seeds which are laying in the prepared land of Kenya.