December 2009

The blog has been pretty quiet since I got home as I arrived to a dead computer. Well, not dead, but definitely in a coma. I think it’s God’s way of making me transition back to my responsibilities slow and easy and to give me lots of time to relax and think. God knows when […]

This morning I woke up at 3 am, Eden said the second night is usually the hardest for jet leg. Figuring I probably wasn’t going to fall back asleep I went ahead and got up. Twelve and a half hours later I am ready for a nap. The fog and mist never lifted from the

I am now back home after having flown in last night. It was a long flight but interesting. I am still trying to find my land legs and am pretty tired. When I got home, I had a good laugh as someone had decorated my door with “Welcome Home Sarah” signs, a big balloon, and

I’m sitting at the internet cafe in the Amsterdam airport. Though it’s past 7:35 am, it’s as dark as when I landed an hour and a half ago and the snow is still falling. Back in Kisumu, the sun will have already been up for three hours. Having never been before to the south hemisphere,

Good morning! The sun is up, the birds are singing and the fresh scent of cleaner on the floor is drifting upstairs. I love that smell. Gift and Precious are calling out, it’s so nice to hear the voices of young ones walking around. It has been nice to have some transition time before heading

I’m sitting here with a cat fast asleep behind the laptop screen. On one side the feet are sticking out and on the other is her head and paws. It’s nice to have the company as the rest of the household is now all in bed. Outside the night life is singing a chorus to

Greetings from Turkana! I’m unable to post this myself so Marielke is taking a message back for me to post in Kisumu.We have had an amazing time here, it has been like walking in a dream for all of us. John and Peter took us to Eliye Springs on Lake Turkana and it truly was

(guest post by Marielke) At the Quaker Service (Programmed Worship) in Nairobi on our first Sunday here in Kenya, I felt moved by the songs of praise. Singing, clapping and dancing to praise can be something really beautiful!At the YQCA Triennial gathering, we were called into every session by two local Quaker Youth choirs: from

Okay, so John brought a laptop with him so I still get to post. Yay! We said our goodbyes at the center and five of us women went with John and Peter in a matatu (small van for public transportation) to Kitale. The ride was relatively uneventful except we had to take our luggage off