For each clinic day, we assembled a prayer team. After each person was seen and diagnosed, they were sent to the pharmacy to recieve medication, then they were directed to the prayer team. We did what we could to help with their problems, but we knew that the Great Physician would far surpass anything we would be able to do. Shawn Marie loved this job and really developed a connection with the people. It was remarkable to watch her even though she didn't know any Swahili, she found a way to communicate.
This little Maasai girl's name was Seuri. She caught my heart on this trip. She was so sweet and she really liked to hold my hand. One morning, I woke up early to go out and take a prayer walk and there was Seuri, early for school. She sat down on a stoop with me and just looked at my light colored hands, played with the hair on my arm and practiced her English and Swahili. (she predominantly spoke Maasai)
This man is HIV positive and has begun do ministry to other AIDS victims. They meet together, encourage each other to continue to live life as many victims tend to give up on life and wait to die. They pray together and check on each other to see that all are staying healthy. Some churches tell the victims they should not take the medication the doctors give them, but instead they should just pray for a miracle. This man told us that he absolutely believes in a miracle, but that he will continue to take the medicine as a sign of God's continued miracle through inspiration of the doctors. The young boy is his son whom he takes care of. His wife died of AIDS already and one day he will be an orphan. He is one of the boys that still needs support that our church is seeking providers for.
The Maasai warriors let me put on one of their robes and hold their walking stick while I practiced jumping and singing like they do. It was really fun, but I felt very foolish.
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This little 7 year old girl was the second to break my heart. Her name is Happiness, but when we first met her there was nothing happy about her. Her mother and father died of AIDS and the little baby on her back is her little brother who was born HIV positive. She lives alone in a little hut with her baby brother. Her grandfather lives next door, but she does all of the cleaning and cooking, and she takes care of her little brother exculsively. There is a woman from our church that sends money every month to support her so she can go to school. She wakes up, gets ready for the day, drops the brother off at a neighbor's house on her way to school, just like a mom on her way to work, then picks him back up on her way home. She would not smile about anything, even the gifts the woman from our church sent to her. In fact, after they were presented to her, someone from the village stole all of them. They were returned, but nothing made her smile. One afternoon, she came to the base for lunch, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get her to warm up. So, I sat across from her and just stayed silent. Then as she continued to eat, I mimiced every move she made. After about 5 minutes, finally she cracked a little smile, but quickly covered it back up. By the end of the day, we were playing catch with a lemon from a nearby tree. Pray for Happiness. I know the Lord's heart breaks for such as these.
For each clinic day, we assembled a prayer team. After each person was seen and diagnosed, they were sent to the pharmacy to recieve medication, then they were directed to the prayer team. We did what we could to help with their problems, but we knew that the Great Physician would far surpass anything we would be able to do. Shawn Marie loved this job and really developed a connection with the people. It was remarkable to watch her even though she didn't know any Swahili, she found a way to communicate.
This little Maasai girl's name was Seuri. She caught my heart on this trip. She was so sweet and she really liked to hold my hand. One morning, I woke up early to go out and take a prayer walk and there was Seuri, early for school. She sat down on a stoop with me and just looked at my light colored hands, played with the hair on my arm and practiced her English and Swahili. (she predominantly spoke Maasai)
This man is HIV positive and has begun do ministry to other AIDS victims. They meet together, encourage each other to continue to live life as many victims tend to give up on life and wait to die. They pray together and check on each other to see that all are staying healthy. Some churches tell the victims they should not take the medication the doctors give them, but instead they should just pray for a miracle. This man told us that he absolutely believes in a miracle, but that he will continue to take the medicine as a sign of God's continued miracle through inspiration of the doctors. The young boy is his son whom he takes care of. His wife died of AIDS already and one day he will be an orphan. He is one of the boys that still needs support that our church is seeking providers for.
The Maasai warriors let me put on one of their robes and hold their walking stick while I practiced jumping and singing like they do. It was really fun, but I felt very foolish..JPG)
This little 7 year old girl was the second to break my heart. Her name is Happiness, but when we first met her there was nothing happy about her. Her mother and father died of AIDS and the little baby on her back is her little brother who was born HIV positive. She lives alone in a little hut with her baby brother. Her grandfather lives next door, but she does all of the cleaning and cooking, and she takes care of her little brother exculsively. There is a woman from our church that sends money every month to support her so she can go to school. She wakes up, gets ready for the day, drops the brother off at a neighbor's house on her way to school, just like a mom on her way to work, then picks him back up on her way home. She would not smile about anything, even the gifts the woman from our church sent to her. In fact, after they were presented to her, someone from the village stole all of them. They were returned, but nothing made her smile. One afternoon, she came to the base for lunch, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get her to warm up. So, I sat across from her and just stayed silent. Then as she continued to eat, I mimiced every move she made. After about 5 minutes, finally she cracked a little smile, but quickly covered it back up. By the end of the day, we were playing catch with a lemon from a nearby tree. Pray for Happiness. I know the Lord's heart breaks for such as these.
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