POLÉ POLÉ
It is hard to believe that my time in Africa has come to an end. Time has flown by faster than I could have ever imagined. I expected to be counting the days until I could go back home to the US, but instead, I spent the past month dreading the steady march of time and making sure to live every moment spent in Kenya to the fullest. God has grown me in so many ways, and I cannot even begin to understand all the ways that He used me to impact the Kenyans, and the ways that they, in turn, impacted me. I keep wondering, how will I adjust to being back in America? What will I realize I missed, and what will I find to be frustrating? Will I take a little bit of Africa back with me- not in souvenirs, but in my heart? We had a new missionary family come to Kendu in November. The Kims are both physical therapists and have three adorable daughters, aged two, four, and six. Like the Hong family, they are career missionaries that have come to Kenya to serve there for about five years. It is ...