One Month Later

Almost a month has come and gone since my return from Kenya. The images, smells, and sounds of the slums are somehow fading. I find that fact almost surreal, images I thought would never leave me, are slowly fading into the past. That's a shame. To say I will never forget would be folly, everything fades, Kenya, my father, everything.

I will remember some things though, I will remember people care, I will remember people are working towards meeting the needs of others. I will remember the dying words of my father, "Remember the poor." I will dad. I will remember how a small amount of money in the right hands can do so much good, I will not allow all of the memories to fade.

Faith Akini Opondo, I may have seen her in Baba Ndogo, I will never be sure. I see her everyday on my refrigerator and on my office wall. $35.00 a month, she will be in school, educated in Christ, fed and clothed. I have two sons, they always wanted a sister, today they do, she's adorable.

I opened my 401k statement last week for the first time in months, I should have waited, 50% of my investments are gone. My first reaction was to think of all the hard work gone, my second was to think of all the "stuff" I could have purchased, I could have paid off the mortgage. God sees it differently, he asked how many people could I have helped with that money? Max Lucado calls it crying over spilt champagne, we just don't seem to get it. We have so much more than most of the world, they cry over not having milk, I'm crying over the spilt champagne.

We are blessed to be a blessing to others and to point them to Christ, bless some one today.