- We have a signed rental agreement, but we haven't started any work on our house. It would go a long ways for our family to feel settled if we could be in our own house. (And, the people who have graciously lent us their house will be back in Kenya soon!) We are praying for the renovations to go quickly so we can move in, hopefully by the beginning of December.
- So far we have not had any accidents, or even any bad bites. However, I feel like the kids are always just a breath away from something. They climb trees entirely too high, play in places where we know have snakes, and accidentally pick up scorpions. (True story. But he didn't get stung.) I'm not generally a worrier when it comes to their safety, but we are just pretty far from the Urgent Care, if you know what I mean!)
- I think I've finally found a language helper up here, a young girl, actually, who just comes to the house and converses with me. The children have also started working with someone, along with the other kids on our team. I know they would be more confident, and feel more comfortable if they could understand what other kids are saying about them. Please pray for all of us to make progress with the language, so we can settle in better to our new home.
- Patrick has now been flying for about a month, and is settling in to his role. I have been using this time to build a foundation for relationships in the community, and work on language, and just try to be prepared for whatever role God might have for me. Discipleship is a big need. I have so many ideas, so many things I wish could happen, but I want to be patient. Westerners traditionally just come and go up here, and it really takes investment to build relationships. I received my first invitation to a Turkana home recently, and was so grateful. It doesn't happen too often, so it did feel like a privilege. Praying for more opportunities like that!
Hello, friends. Thank you for checking in with us here in Northern Kenya. We have come a long way in feeling settled, since our last post. I went for a walk this morning, along my usual route, and not a single person called me mzungu (white person.) Policemen patrolling, children, women going out to get water, men taking goats to find grass, they all used my name. This was a huge step for me! Before you enjoy our pictures, thank you for remembering our prayer requests:
Thank you for sharing in the journeys of the Crisp family. We are ordinary people who know and love an extraordinary God, only because He first knew and loved us. Out of gratitude to Him, and a desire to see His name known, we follow where He leads.