tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464005037891881812024-03-12T21:31:17.338-07:00Miller Family Kisumu, KenyaMiller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-70636032454084726052018-08-21T01:50:00.002-07:002018-08-21T01:50:55.428-07:00I’m changing location!!!i have decided to move my blog to -word press- which will make it easier to post blogs from my phone An also to add pictures An videos! I have posted my first post on there about our trip to Mt. Kilimanjaro don’t miss it! Click on the link below to follow me there!<br />
<a href="https://millerfamilykisumukenya.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/our-journey-to-mt-kilimanjaro/">https://millerfamilykisumukenya.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/our-journey-to-mt-kilimanjaro/</a>Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-5871853255048832172018-07-10T07:08:00.006-07:002018-07-10T07:08:59.391-07:00Life In Kenya Since Our Furlough!hello to all you fine folks out there...hope you all are doing great!<br />
I finally got my blog on my phone, an although I need a microscope to be able to see what I’m typing because it’s so tiny an not made for my iPhone, it will work better then a laptop that Doesn’t work right! Anyway, I’m back!<br />
An finally in the mood to jot a few lines again...<br />
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Over the time I was home so many people told me they missed my blog posts that I almost started feeling special, an almost sorry I wasn’t writing more. But I didn’t manage to actually feel too sorry for them because, well first of all it was nice to have a break an not write every week, an second of all, no offense to the dear busy people that side of the big pond, but it’s not like our Email is clogged up over here! Hahaha thats not why I stopped writing anyway, jus needed a break, an felt uninspired<img height="400" src="blob:https://www.blogger.com/80b1f97d-e15a-49f2-9756-fd8fe6bbdc92" width="300" /> by writing about our everyday life over an over again, seemed like the same blog every week!<br />
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So everyone asks, “how is life since furlough...” well it’s good. It was so good to be back an get into a routin again, to live in our own house, an simply to belong to a familiar setting again. Yes life here is rough at times, but for now it’s more “home” an more “normal” then living in America. Since we are back I did the famous lemonade master cleanse, where you don’t eat any solid food for ten days. The reason I decided to do it was because, well okay “furlough” could also be called “fatload” in my opinion. So much good food you wanna try after several years of not having it! An I gained some major weight. The scales An I had a falling out after furlough....but boy!! the food was as good as ever! Someone innocently asked me, “well, if you gained so much weight, how will you do it when you come back for good?” Hahaha I wanted to let out a big belly laugh, “pun intended” like seriously? You jus use more self control when your around all your favorite food all the time, but when you have only a few weeks to have a little bit of all of them....then tada! You gain weight. So anyway so much for that. So the lemonade cleanse went great, lost ten pounds in ten days, ate lemons, drank lemons, An guzzeled lemonade till I thought it wud never end, I felt right smart “cleansed” too! It was a diet that made you look fondly at food you never liked to start with, once I gaze at cooked spinach in adoration you now I’m tired of my diet. But all in all it was a boost an was worth it. I did experience night mares with the cleanse though....not even kidding about this! I would dream that I randomly started feasting on good food, waking up in a panick wondering what ailed me that I forgot I was on my diet, jus to wake up so relieved it was a dream...you might be laughing but this was some intense stuff, I was so focused on doing this cleanse! So I ran out of maple syrup an used honey instead, An did it another four days making it fourteen days of fasting but I only lost one pound in four days, so I don’t recommend using honey. Your welcome for the tip!<br />
If your tired of dieting stories An wanna hear about other things let me change the topic!<br />
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The church people were over joyed to see us back, or else did a great job at pretending they missed us, An we were delighted to see them all too!<br />
Dad is preaching a series of messages on leadership/pastoring since we wanna have an ordination at our church soon.<br />
Last Sunday we served up an American meal for our church people, which was actually all Kenyan food except for sausages that we brought from America! We had a great time serving them “American” food an watching their delighted faces at trying mustard, something most of them never tried before. We learned a valuable lesson though. We should have close the church gates after church started becuz we ended up running out of some of our food, becuz after church was over it was like every child that was there ran an got all of his cousins out of a bush an brought them to eat food! We fed well over 200 people, needless to say the sausages got cut up into really small pieces an everyone got a tiny taste...we had a good time An everyone was happy.<br />
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Questions they have asked us about our stay in America:<br />
~does America have free WiFi everywhere, even in the toilet houses?<br />
~Did you greet Trump for me?<br />
~pastor did you eat in your mother’s house?<br />
~when your flying that high an that fast, how can you drink water?<br />
~how many days does it take to get to America?<br />
~so up in the sky is busy with planes jus like traffic in kisumu?<br />
~how cold was America?<img height="389" src="blob:https://www.blogger.com/0f8790f8-01c0-4656-b728-da744ed86f7d" width="400" /><br />
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Life back in Africa has been interesting an also very normal. We eagerly wait for all those people to contact us that told us “we are planning to come visit you guys yet.” When we were home on furlough. An are impressed with some that are planning to come! It sounds terribly carnal, but it’s true! We live for visitors!<br />
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Dad has malaria again An is under the weather....we about despair with all his malaria rounds An it seems he keeps getting over it more slowly every time....let’s hope he can hold out another year here! He finally invested in a mosquito netting so we are hoping that will help.<br />
I don’t have much else to add here but I’ll try to add some pics, if I can figure out how to do it on my phone here.<br />
Keep praying for our family....we have our share of struggles, sometimes more then our share. We certainly found out that life in the mission field is no picnic, but it is rewarding.<br />
Makes me think of a friend of mine who I’ll name Emily who’s is in our church An is in instruction class. She has had a hard life, her father died, an several years later her mother died, she’s the youngest one in her family, all her brothers an sisters are married an left home to other areas of Africa, an the oldest son who inherited the family plot of land after both parents died, lives in his house with his wife, an Emily now 19 lives in her mothers house that she left behind when she died.<br />
She is probably my best friend from our church, because I see so much potential in her life. She shared with me how her brother An his wife don’t care for her other then feeding her a meal after she comes home from school. She said she can’t wait to finish school so she can go look for a job an move out on her own. Thankfully due to the agape program her school through high school is being paid for An she is only having three more months left till graduation! I’m so happy for her.<br />
But the other Sunday dad asked all the people who have the Holy Spirit to stand up, I was sitting beside her, an as I rose to my feet I noticed she remained seated, so after church as I was walking home with her, (dad an mom usually have a ton of meetings after church An it’s takes them long, so I walk all the way that I can with her till our roads separate to where she goes home An we keep going towards kisumu.) I decided to ask her about why she didn’t stand today. So I told her, “Emily, I saw today when the pastor asked all those to stand that are having the Holy Spirit that you didn’t stand...why didn’t you? An she told me, “because I don’t have the Holy Spirit” I was alittle shocked with her statement, but continued asking her if she ever prayed the sinners prayer, An she said yes, they were taught at school An she memorized it. Thence I asked her if she only memorized it or if she ever prayed it on her own, like for her own heart an soul, An she said that yes she did, she invited Jesus into her heart at a dark time in her life. Then I told her, “then you have the Holy Spirit!” Then she said, “no Sylvia I don’t, I haven’t been baptized yet, so I don’t have the Holy Spirit, An that’s why I didn’t stand up today.” Then I started explaining to her how that baptism is an outward sign of what happened inside, an the moment you invite Jesus into your heart you have the Holy Spirit because God, Jesus, an the Holy Spirit are one, you can’t have one An not the rest. She looked surprised, An I told her everytime she faces negative peer pressure in school, An she chooses to go the right way, that’s the Holy Spirit in her life working through her conscience. An as we walked that hot dusty trial in the blazing sunlight, my mind went back to Leon Troyers house in Brown county where 8 of us youth sat around his kitchen table evening after evening As Leon explained to us these important truths that I otherwise would not have known about, I’m so thankful for my rich heratige! Instruction class shouldn’t be treated as an afterthought but should be a special occasion for our young people. We would always study our lesson an Mary Troyer would make a snack an we would have a lovely time of fellowship, an on that day when I had my opportunity to share the truths passed down to me, I was honored to do so, knowing without a shadow of a doubt how I believed about it. An I hope one day Emily will share that truth with a friend, family member, or her children too. Since the way she believed about having to be baptized before you have the Holy Spirit, actually came from her catholic family. Anyway, opake Jesu! I thank Jesus for his love an forgiveness.<br />
May each of you have a wonderfully blessed week!<br />
-Sylvia<br />
For The Millers<br />
<br />Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-86848310437604950662018-03-19T12:09:00.000-07:002018-03-19T12:09:53.865-07:00Life in Luo Land Continues, A Girls Trip to Mt. Kenya, Andy Yoder family visit's!!March 19th 2018<br />
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Somehow this topic of not posting in a long time is always my first topic! sad but true. an another sad but true fact is the fact that I got "burned out" on posting every week, an simply got tired of writing...so I'm taking it easy, but I will post here every couple months, <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KbvBtUZI0U/WrACmrkBfpI/AAAAAAAADYs/BZ6txK8yRIkg1QgM9jyAfpFtdNBnmzZhACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; clear: right; color: #0066cc; float: right; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></a>to let you all know that we do still have life an breath.<br />
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SO the last two months have been full, of simply life.<br />
the twins went to Arkansas for 6 weeks of Bible school, an Wayne an I had a very peaceful time here at home, however we did miss them somewhat, yes we do love them..... from a distance, okay kind of kidding. be that as it may we welcomed them back with open arms, an smiling faces because what else do loyal family members do to each other?<br />
They came back inspired, an missing new friends, an all those after Bible school emotions that I only thought possible in girls, life keeps surprising me!<br />
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Andy's family was here for two weeks, an what a Jolly grand time we had! Once they <span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">finally</span> arrive with none of their luggage an muttering"Christian profanities" against United Airlines.<br />
But we were just glad to all be together safely.<br />
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Our prayers were answered an by that evening all their luggage arrived.<br />
the following morning we headed out for the Masii Mara, having a lovely time as always, seeing the big five, plus extras like a several day old Giraffe, and a Mother Elephant who was upset an charged at a rover, she had a baby elephant an some of the rovers were getting too close for her comfort.<br />
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We ate lots of good food, an always after meal times talked about how we were all going to start dieting after they leave Africa.<br />
We made our way back to Kisumu an spent the rest of our time around here eating, sitting around, showing them our favorite places here in Kisumu, taking them to church two Sundays was fun, instead of just one Sunday like most of our visitors. eating at natives houses, an I must say they did so well to eat the food an even liked it! we were impressed to say the least.<br />
Was so good an refreshing to have them visit, an the twins came home from the states for the last week of their stay, an they were so thankful to have Myron here, it was close enough to having a "youth guy" visit them.<br />
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Sometimes I wish more of the twins friends from home would visit them, they get so lonely an are so alone over here, no other youth guys in the mission here, its just them. an they could use encouragement at times. so I would like to encourage some of our youth, come visit us! we loved our youth group at home an were very involved in making our youth group a good place, an we miss you all! but I do thank Judith, Elaine, Esther, an Myron an Karen for coming<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_p0MHJG0Q3A/WrADt55bJyI/AAAAAAAADZY/svjbR5xFzv4N_AvpEXWyy1cJmFOvSaL6ACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; clear: right; color: #0066cc; float: right; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_p0MHJG0Q3A/WrADt55bJyI/AAAAAAAADZY/svjbR5xFzv4N_AvpEXWyy1cJmFOvSaL6ACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 16px;"></a>! as well as Rita, Chad, An Ron! It meant more then you will ever know, especially Chad an Ron, the twins still talk of the time when you guys were here!<br />
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We had unit meeting in Nakuru mission. an then the usual prayer meeting Thursdays evenings, bible study Wednesdays an so our time together flew like crazy fast!<br />
Also most of us have talents somewhere, some hidden, some talents more obvious, an Myron found out one of his talents is coming to Africa an managing to contract Malaria in less then a week. we couldn't believe it! but there are actually meds you can take before you come to Africa that is like a preventative for Malaira so don't let that dampen your spirits to come visit us! we don't all have that talent anyway, so I doubt you will get it, hahah!<br />
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Right after Andy's left I was busy making a wedding dress for a friend of mine getting married in Nakuru mission on the 24th of March, it was my first time, an with not a lot of measurements to go by, an only a few weeks till the wedding I was very nervous.<br />
she wanted me to just use my pattern, but I knew my dresses were big on her, so I just "sewed deep" an hoped for the best, well, by some unknown good fortune the dress fit her perfectly! she called all excited an said, "Its like you had my measurements, it fits perfectly!" well needless to say I breathed a sigh of relief!<br />
An right after I shipped the dress off to Nakuru....the youth girls from here got a girls trip to Mt. Kenya together, an at first I didn't plan to go, simply becuz I was just there a month ago with my family, an I was also out of vacation days, an had already borrowed some vacation days from my family, an I just felt bad to even ask to take off. But then the pastors were ever so gracious to talk about it, an sent it to the Nakuru pastors, an they both approved me going! I felt so unworthy!<br />
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So us girls left early Friday morning, an had a wonderful time returning again Monday evening....our time was spent at a cute little cabin, actually it was a rather big house, having four bedrooms two baths, kitchen, dining, an living room complete with a real wood fire place, you might think fireplace? in Africa? but in that region it gets SO cold! the landscape there reminds me a lot of out west, mountains, an water bucks an forests, an gets so cold in the morning an nights, we dressed warmly an kept the fire rolling an marveled that we were in Kenya, with Mt. Kenya towering right above us, in our back yard, an monkey's on our porch eating the banana's we tossed out, an water buck roaming through our yard, we concluded we work for an amazing mission who allows us to have such an amazing break in the action.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When in doubt hug the human closest to you. take example from these animals</td></tr>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KbvBtUZI0U/WrACmrkBfpI/AAAAAAAADYs/BZ6txK8yRIkg1QgM9jyAfpFtdNBnmzZhACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>On Sunday we rented Motor bikes to took a new road up closer to the mountain...an somehow I ended up with a moderately drunk piki driver! I was quite disturbed to say the least...since we were taking hairpin curves going up higher every time! he would swerve dangerously close to the inside of the drop off, an I would subconsciously lean the opposite way to try an balance out the situation, which made everything worse, his breath kept blowing into my face an smelt like beer, an I kept silently praying an preparing my self mentally which way I wanted to jump if we crashed. it was awful! we hiked abit upon reaching the top, an he had a dangerous time just walking in a straight line, let alone driving his motor bike!<br />
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We made it back safe an I was glad to be back on solid ground.<br />
since that trip, we have been around here doing normal life counting down the weeks till furlough which looks like 6 more weeks!! we cant wait!<br />
That's all I have,<br />
Take care,<br />
~Sylvia Miller<br />
For The Millers<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A whole row of little orphan boys...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the children giving a song...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Baby in our church named Becky</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our cozy living room...</td></tr>
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-70038984732267477812018-01-11T03:09:00.000-08:002018-01-11T03:09:53.418-08:00Picture Post Only: Victor An Winnie's Wedding!!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Victor an Winnie December 23, 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{L} Sammy, (Childhood friend of Victor) {R} Faith, (Sister to Winnie)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My sister, My friend....I went to the other side of the world an found a sister in Winnie..." I love you so much dear!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I don't believe in magic." The young boy said. The old man smiled. "You will when you see HER!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky." a.r.asher</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Fight for the fairy tale, it does exist." -joy. f </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We were together... I forget the rest" -Walt Whitman</td></tr>
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Hello to each one who takes the time to look at my blog, I appreciate it a lot, an would love to hear from more of you how you enjoy my posts, an how I could improve them, to give you a better look into our lives in Kenya. (One probably being to post more often then once every three months! I know!)<br />
I added a picture post of the wedding, because I felt like the pictures I had were very low quality, so I asked Clarissa Yoder (Wedding photographer) if I can have her pictures of the wedding, an she was ever so kind to allow me to use them here, to give my circle of friends a better look into Victor an Winnie's wedding day. <br />
I hope you all have an amazing weekend,<br />
I will be posting a song at the bottom here that has been blessing me over an over every time I hear it. lets stand together in the important things, an leave the personal preferences, knowing that the unimportant things we fight about will not have any meaning in 100years from now. <br />
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~CITY ON THE HILL~ <br />
"Did you hear of the City on the hill?" said one old man to the other. That once shone bright, an it would be shining still. But they all started turning on each other.<br />
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You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow, an the soldiers thought the poets were weak, an the elders saw the young ones as foolish, an the rich man never heard the poor man speak.<br />
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And one by one they ran away, with their made-up minds to leave it all behind. an the light began to fade, in the city on the hill, the city on the hill.<br />
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Each one thought that they knew better, but they were different by design. Instead of standing strong together, they let their differences divide.<br />
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And one by one they ran away, with their made-up minds to leave it all behind. an the light began to fade, in the city on the hill, the city on the hill.<br />
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And the world is searching still.....<br />
But it was the rhythm of the dancers, that gave the poets life, it was the spirit of the poets, that gave the soldiers strength to fight, it was the fire of the young ones, it was the wisdom of the old, it was the story of the poor man that needed to be told. <br />
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It IS the rhythm of the dancers that gives the poets life! It IS the spirit of the poets that gives the soldiers strength to fight! It IS the fire of the young ones! It IS the wisdom of the old! It IS the story of the poor man that's needing to be told!<br />
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But one by one.....will we run away? with our made-up minds to leave it all behind, as the light begins to fade, in the city on the hill.......The City on the Hill. <br />
Come home......come home.....The Father is calling still! come home.....come home....To The City On The Hill.....COME HOME. <br />
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Be Blessed, <br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-8771940678125127922018-01-02T04:40:00.001-08:002018-01-02T04:40:21.294-08:00CBYC Bible School, A Wedding, And Another Holiday In Kenya!January 2nd 2018<br />
<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbDEz1GtmTo/WktxS7uUlcI/AAAAAAAADR0/6kxNEIuYS_04DSei0CP8bvRfhNOboiChQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbDEz1GtmTo/WktxS7uUlcI/AAAAAAAADR0/6kxNEIuYS_04DSei0CP8bvRfhNOboiChQCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" width="400" /></a>Good afternoon from Kenya! After a treat of an overnight refreshing rain, in the heat of dry season, we woke up to a cool refreshing morning.<br />
So since I finished the laundry, an have it flopping in the breeze out on the wash line, my guilty conscience, thought about the blog...so here I am! <br />
I can in no way tell you everything I would want to tell you all about the last several months, but I'll try an say a few of the highlights. <br />
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Having The Lyndon Hershberger family here was a tremendous blessing, being with our Mennonite youth, an having a blast was more encouraging then they will ever know! thanks again for coming you guys!<br />
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Going to the Mara an seeing the big five, the boys hiking a mountain an staying on top overnight, an riding piki's around town, was some memories we wont forget anytime soon. </div>
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Also attending our annual Bible school in Nakuru was a nice time.</div>
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It was a great 12 days, an also the hardest 12 days I have faced in a long time, seeing myself an my life in a way I have not seen in a long time, it was a time of being with friends, but also a time of analyzing where I'm headed with my life. I came home seeing my need of Jesus in my life. its so scary to me how quickly we can cool off an become luke-warm in our Christian life, an somehow push our relationship with God on the back shelf, keep praying that I could continue to make changes where I need to in my life. Being a missionary doesn't make you a Christian, that's for sure.</div>
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Also another highlight recently was the wedding of my close friends Victor an Winnie, I really enjoyed their special day, an I know they did even more. </div>
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It reminded me so much of when my sister got married, Winnie an I are really close, an she is like my real sister, so it felt the same in my heart to see her getting married, seems when close friends get married, although your so happy for them, it does somehow feel so bitter-sweet.</div>
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Dad an Mom are busy as always with the work in the church, On Sunday we reorganized for church duties, an had three testimonies of Instruction class applicants who are wanting membership. <br />
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The twins left the day before Christmas for America for around 6weeks planning to attend the Bible school in Arkansas called CBS, we miss them but also pray that they could find an enriching time while they are there. We cant wait to hear their stories. <br />
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So I hope each one of you has enjoyed your holiday season, an hugged your family an friends alittle tighter an thanked God that you had them another holiday season.<br />
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See you all again later, would love to hear from more of you. <br />
Thanks, <br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's <br />
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<br />Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-56522884647097643352017-10-05T10:53:00.001-07:002017-10-05T10:53:43.580-07:00A Three Year Old Murdered, A Visit To Busia, A Drunk Man. Good Day People, <br />
Wow, I'm becoming more an more lax in this writing blog thing! it has been what...over 4 weeks since I last wrote what is going on in our lives over here. <br />
Well, its the usual busy times, it seems like there is always something happening, someone going someone coming, painting to do, food to make, cloths to wash, church people to spend time with, an so our weeks rush by an its hard to believe that we only have 3 months left till 2018! that's kinda alarming to say the least. <br />
We are just counting down the days till Lyndon's family comes to visit us, the twins an Wayne have all kinds of plans, an are just besides themselves with happiness that they actually get to see youth guys from home! we already see that we wont have time to do everything with them that we would want to, since they only stay around 10 days. but we are thankful for every minute we will have with them Lord willing. <br />
So, since I don't keep a journal any longer, I was scrolling through my camera for a reminder of what we actually did these last several weeks other then our normal duties...<br />
looks like we went on a family day vacation, every so often we have what we call a "Family day", <em>I'</em>ve written of it before I think. Anyway, our family decided we wanted to travel to the border of Kenya an Uganda, so since we only live several hours from there, we started off in the late morning reaching there around noon, then we just explored the little border town called Busia, where we simply explored around, an since we didn't have the correct papers to take our vehicle across the border we just stayed on the Kenyan side this time, an looked at shops, an found several nice resorts we ate lunch an the one place, but it took them over 2 hours to bring our food so we lost a lot of time there, so after eating our late lunch/supper we again headed for Kisumu, it was a good day indeed, an one for the books for sure. <br />
Another happening that happened to me recently was that I was playing volley, an somehow twisted my knee an popped it out of socket, I twisted it harder then I have in a long time an was laid up in bed several days an now several weeks later I still limp abit when I walk an my knee socket feels so loose, but I'm walking a lot to strengthen it. so hopefully it will be okay again soon, I miss not being able to help the youth play, especially since we have such a small group of youth. <br />
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So I will have some pictures of a Bible study we went to at our church, an since my knee was hurt an I couldn't work a lot at home anyway I went along, limping my way around over the uneven ground, but then I went to our vehicle to get something an as I was climbing in I must have turned it the wrong way, an hurt it again, thankfully it didn't pop out of socket but I strained a muscle or something I couldn't hardly move my leg! I sat in the vehicle the rest of the afternoon an till we got back home, it was so boring an I felt like an old grandmother! made me ill! anyway I got home an stretched it abit an walked some an soon the muscle again let loose an it felt better. <br />
Anyway enough about my "nursing home happenings". <br />
The boys are working on making chicken layer boxes, so they have been busy with that, an trying to install them in the chicken house before the pullets start laying. <br />
We also had unit meeting here in Kisumu, an the morning of unit meeting our family went to take some family pictures, since they needed some for the AMA calendar, so hopefully I'll add a few pictures of that. <br />
Then a very sad happening that happened was that a small boy around 3 yr. old was lost for about three days, the family was frantically looking for him, only to discover him in a local well, were they saw according to bruises that he was strangled before being thrown into the well....the young parents were devastated an completely confused with what could have caused or triggered their innocent young sons death!<br />
Mom Dad, an I went to the funeral along with several of the other mission pastors from here, since the deceased young boys grandfather is a bishop in one of our CBF churches, so it felt pretty close to home, since we knew the family through the Bishop Erik.<br />
Pray for Erik's son an his wife an remaining child as they struggle through this dark time in their lives...the funeral was a typical Kenyan funeral.<br />
Of course several happenings that I thought to add to my readers here...one was a drunk man that came staggering up to the casket, an leaned in far over the casket teetering back an forth till I was sure that he was going to fall in! he yelled around an waved his hands towards heaven, finally three strong guys got ahold of him an led the resisting man away throwing him outside the hedge row that surrounded the courtyard. an then several men stood guard to make sure he doesn't enter again. I found it amusing. An while the service was going.... off to the side there were three guys busily digging the grave. But this is Kenya! that is how they do things here. <br />
I found it interesting the one guy was giving a speech an since white people were there he talked English, which isn't that uncommon, but what made me laugh was that when he was talking about the night that his grandson got lost, "it was raining cats an dogs!" you don't often hear Kenyans use that American term so that was entertaining. an later as the same guy was finishing up his speech he said, "so in a nutshell" that was another term I haven't heard very often from a Kenyan, but I might add the funny part of it was that the Luo people here struggle to pronounce their "sh" sounds so it often comes out as simply "s" like fis instead of fish, an soes instead of shoes, so he said "so in a nut-sell"!! I know maybe this isn't funny to all of you, but I have a feeling some ex-missionaries will appreciate the humor. haha<br />
After the funeral we tried to quickly eat as a storm was rolling in over the mountains, an as I sat in a almost falling apart tent with the wind threatening to take the ragged piece of tent an blow it away, we sat underneath it, trying to quickly eat our ugali an tasteless cooked beef, as dust swirled everywhere, an dogs were fighting over the crumbs under our small coffee table we were eating off of...the dust finally became so thick that my food started tasting gritty, so I decided I was full. <br />
it was a good day but we were glad to get home an shower an come to a house we know as home. <br />
I still had to feel sad that evening however thinking of the horror of that young family, an when they went to bury the tiny little casket, as the first clods of dirt hit the coffin the young children standing around that knew the deceased boy, as a daily playmate, ran to the house covering their ears...sometimes life in Kenya breaks your heart, an I wonder how much suffering an pain my heart can take? but I know God is there...he knows what he is up to, an who are we to question, but only to trust his heart knowing that we have a good God!<br />
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An of course we had our usual chicken butchering again so I had to add some pictures of that dreaded day...also I got several pictures of our new concreted floor at church, thanks to a very very generous donator after having church in dust for the past 10 years we are finally able to have a concrete floor! the church people were beyond excited when they heard we got money to do that, an they are very grateful to God for it too. <br />
I think that is all I have for this time...<br />
God bless each one of you!<br />
We miss you, <br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's <br />
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Ps( People! I'm beyond sad tonight when I went to FINALLY finish my blog I came to the website an found that all my pictures I had uploaded are gone....our laptop got malaria or something, an was not working the best the last while. I had so many good pictures! SOB! anyway nothing I can do about it I guess sorry about that!)Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-30076304078508941662017-09-04T08:29:00.000-07:002017-09-04T08:29:56.445-07:00A Cucumber?! A Song Written About Elections, Loren Kuepfers Farewell...Good Evening Dear People, 9.3.17<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stacy an I helping at the Lela clothing sale</td></tr>
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This is a Sunday evening, when I realize that my blog update has never made it out this week...sigh! But since my nap this afternoon was quite extended I feel very little sleepiness, so why not get this out of the way...<br />
Today Dad was preaching at Oroba, the neighboring church to our church.<br />
We had a lovely time there, I always enjoy going there since I know more people from Oroba church, an a lot of the members there have some kind of family ties with people from our church, so it feels more like an extension of our own church.<br />
We had a good Sunday, our family sang two songs before the message, then Dad preached about "13 steps to Victorious Living".<br />
After the service Joseph an Becky had us at their house for a delicious lunch, Rhoda was also there since she goes to church with Joseph an Becky, an my brothers were she glad she was there since she made some yummy cupcake cheesecakes, they couldn't get over the fact how good they were, an were still talking about it Sunday night at our farewell supper. <br />
Which leads me to the next topic, tonight we had a farewell for Loren Kueper's from Kansas who were here for the past 6weeks to officiate at Jakes church while Jakes were on furlough in America. <br />
We greatly enjoyed having them here, along with their daughter Tonya. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ladies looking through the things to buy...</td></tr>
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On Saturday all the ladies went to Java house for lunch as a small farewell effort for Loren's wife Grace an their daughter Tonya, while all the men went to a Kenyan restaurant to eat their "Last supper" with Lorne there. I haven't written much about them when they came an all, sorry for that, sometimes so many people come an go through our compound that I don't always get to write about them, an to add a picture so that all you older people can run to your "red book" an see if you might have met them at your great grandmothers funeral one time. haha anyway i'll try to do better, but often about the time I get all their names down pat they move on, or go home. A part of mission life I guess.<br />
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As for Elections, I'm sure most of you know alittle about the elections, or maybe you know a lot about them...either way here is to a little update of what happened in the last week....<br />
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So Like I had said earlier the opposing party were certain the elections were rigged, an thus after the election announcement was made with Uhura proclaiming himself the winner, Raila took the whole thing to court to let them decide, an this past Friday the court announced their verdict. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A busy day for a young family...</td></tr>
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They said that the election had irregularities an that the past election is void, an reelection is scheduled for casting votes again over the next 60 days. sigh....seems this election drama is just dragging out so long, with days when we cant go out an have to stay inside the compound, I think we are all just ready to have this election over with, an whatever brings peace...when the announcement was made within minutes of the breaking news announcement, we heard yelling an screaming as the luo people in Kisumu here went absolutely crazy, I clambered up on our roof to see if I could see anything of interest...an I saw old mama's running in the street blowing on whistles, motor bikes driving along just holding the horn in for a long loud screech! people were beside themselves with the announcement! <br />
And while I'm thinking about it, I have been wanting to share a song with you all that us youth randomly wrote at a youth night...we came together to practice songs an ended up writing a song about the elections, this song was written right after the announcement had come out that Uhura had won, an the Luo people were rioting in anger. <br />
We took the song "The Battle Belongs To The Lord" an sang it to that tune, only changing the words to fit our present circumstances, I know some of you have already read this song on other peoples blogs from our compound here, but my people have not read it yet so here goes: a lot of the wording is the way the Kenyans talk, an we made sure we sang it with their accent too! haha it was fun! <br />
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= THE BATTLE BELONGS TO THE LORD =<br />
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Raila has lost, now Uhuru's just there</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord.</div>
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The Luos are raging, they think it's not fair</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord.</div>
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= Chorus =</div>
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And we sing Glory, Honor, Power and Strength to the Lord.</div>
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We sing Glory, Honor, Power an Strength to the Lord. </div>
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2. </div>
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The power is gone, wifi now is onge</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord.</div>
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The natives are calling the pastors each day</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord. </div>
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When the gunshots an tear gas resound, do not fear</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord.</div>
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Don't worry, Mzungu, Fires disappear</div>
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The battle belongs to the Lord. </div>
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*Onge (gone, or not there.) **Mzungu (White People) </div>
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Something else I had done recently was help Joe an Glenda at Lela church have their annual clothing sale, I have a few pictures of that. </div>
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I also have some pictures of a youth seminar we had at Oroba church, it was a fun day of messages an good food, an volley ball. <br />
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One Sunday night my little click or Victor, Winnie, an I went to tour an old house an radio station, that was a lot of fun, an it was right by a beautiful part of the lake which made it even more spectacular.<br />
Also I got to help my friend Victor mud his house, as he is getting ready to be Married sometime in Dec. <br />
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The last several weeks have been packed with good experiences an just small things that remind me over an over how much I love living life here in Kenya! I feel so privilege that God called us to such a friendly people as the people of Kenya. </div>
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I will let the pictures tell you the rest of the story! </div>
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Until next time! </div>
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We love you all! </div>
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~Sylvia </div>
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For The Miller's </div>
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Something I found interesting this past week; I invited two girls from my church to come for a sleepover, an the one who is around 18 years old was perplexed at seeing a cucumber, saying she had only seen pictures in books of cucumbers but had never tasted one, she promptly ate a slice an shuddered all over realizing that she hadn't been missing out on a good tasting vegetable! haha</div>
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Another interesting thing was, a 22yr old friend of mine ask me what the thing was in our car that was hanging on the AC vent on the dash, I explained that is was a car freshener...sometimes I marvel, an other times I marvel even more at how our worlds are worlds apart! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The tour guide starting his tour...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Victor busy keeping everyone else busy...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Victors sister-in-law pumping water for cooking...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Stacy having fun mudding...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two of my little buddies that day...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaylita getting a real Kenyan experience...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture was taken especially for Charity an Karen.....Tim Hortons, an good memories! HA!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is "my daughter" as I call her. her name is Abigail. I love her so much! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Rhoda Wengard giving a program for the church, with her Sunday school class...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom teaching a segregated session for the girls at the youth seminar...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stanley doing a Bible trivia game at the youth seminar...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He really enjoyed his assignment! haha...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the youth seminar...our Nyakoko youth giving a program...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our youth, not all are members as you can see...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My family away from home...love these dear humans!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Touring the radio station was so cool...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The guy was on air when we came, so we had to be quiet, but afterwards he then showed us how everything was operating, it was interesting, he said he usually moderates the Christian station from 6-7pm Sunday nights.</td></tr>
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<br />Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-50252793710213166762017-08-23T10:02:00.000-07:002017-08-23T10:02:49.862-07:00Kenya In The Wake Of Elections, A Mudered Pastor, A Missing Gun.Hello Everyone,<br />
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Time for another update, an where do I start? I'm finding that not keeping a journal anymore makes it abit harder to collect my thoughts once I sit in front of this laptop again.<br />
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We are enjoying the peace that is here in Kisumu, for now at least. <br />
The opposing presidential candidate, has still not excepted his loss, but is taking the announced president to court, to prove that they rigged the elections, an stole his votes.<br />
So in the mean time he told his tribe, an his supporters, to go about their everyday life till the court has a final verdict on what the elections results are....some say that right now Kenya has no president, others say the announced winner is the president an the sooner they except it the more peaceful Kenya will be.<br />
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It could go quite a while till the court announces the verdict, so we keep praying that this long, drawn-out process, could end up being peaceful, an that there would not be more riots later on...Keep praying for Kenya.<br />
The locals are angry with the corrupt police force here, an I cant say as I blame them after some of the stories I heard, I would be upset too...but what can you believe!? who is telling the truth an who is making up a story. <br />
One story that was supposedly in the news, an was true, was that, the police were raiding houses looking for a man that had killed one of their police horses, an stole the machine gun from the police riding it, an killed the police too, so the police were searching houses to find the missing gun, at the one house they pulled the father out of the house, beating him mercilessly, dragged the Mamma out an beat her too, then went inside to search the house for the gun, there was a 9 month old baby laying in the corner, an the police took his club an whack the baby's soft head, causing the family to rush to Aga Kahn hospital, after the police finally left, the baby was announced to the public as dead several days later. Its so sad when the police abuse their authority.<br />
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One of our CBF members actually got beaten by police as well, he went to their local market to buy something small to take home for supper, an met up with the police who beat him mercilessly, for no reason other then to take their anger out on someone. Its more understood when you realize that most of the police force are on the presidents side, Uhura Kenyatta, so they beat any Luo people they could find because they were the ones voting for the rival party.<br />
The locals said the police traveled through the roads an highways beating anything that came in their path, children, adults, even cows, goats, an dogs....telling the people that they didn't come here to protect them, but to kill them, since they are not excepting Uhura as president. its so sad, pray for the Kenyan government. <br />
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We are also doing a lot of visiting to our church people since we are able to get back out, we thank God that they were all safe an none got killed.<br />
This week is terribly full, an I think literally everyday this week I will be out visiting the natives, but I enjoy that so much.<br />
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On Friday we went to visit John an Anna, a very poor family from our church, we enjoyed reading Gods word with them, an through an interpreter hearing about their struggles in life, an trying to encourage them. sitting in their little mud hut with nothing on the walls but a calendar the church gives all the members once a year, an no furniture other then a three person wooden couch frame, an a single wooden chair, with no pads on them, only the wood frame, an a small coffee table, it made me again realize all I have....but the happiness they had was amazing! they love the Lord, an living for God is their number one goal.<br />
Friday night we had Bible study at James an Christina, they made some really good soft pretzels afterwards.<br />
Saturday we got up abit earlier an Mom an I worked on getting some much needed cleaning done, while the twins an Wayne struggled to get some breakfast together for all of us...Dad worked in the office. <br />
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Then around 12 we all got ready an went to the funeral of pastor Moses, a friend of ours that we had come to know through our friends Richard an Janet (Ex-Muslim Christians) Moses would have been Janet's brother-in-law, it was a sad day...seeing his newly widowed wife an three children sitting there in tears, as between 400-500 people gathered for the funeral.<br />
Moses was a very humble pastor, an many people knew him an loved him.<br />
As for his death, I will give you the story.<br />
Moses often spent all night in prayer an fasting...so this Wednesday after he had finished teaching his Bible study class was no different, he left the house around 10:00pm to go down to his office in the church house, only several hundred yards from his house.<br />
He usually prayed an fasted till around 5:30am so his wife an children went to bed.<br />
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The next morning, the guard that is at their compound was making his rounds, turning off the lights around the compound an making sure all was safe from the previous night. when he came to the main gate, he saw that the padlocks had been cut with a sharp knife, an were laying on the ground, then he looked over at the church house an saw the main door to the sanctuary was open, he went to investigate, when he heard someone inside, gasping in a labored, raspy, breathing pattern, he went inside only to find Pastor Moses laying in a pool of his own blood, in his church.<br />
The murderers had gagged him, an slit his throat, an chopped at the back of his skull...<br />
He ran to notify his wife, an they rushed him to the hospital were he died by 4pm that night.<br />
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He left his pregnant wife, two sweet little girls, an his oldest child a 10yr old son behind...needless to say it was one of the saddest funerals I have attended in Kenya, an as the widow talked at the funeral, saying how she doesn't understand how someone could come in an just kill her husband, an go Scott-free...there was not a dry eye in that place. She melted into sobs, but regaining her composure she said that she knows that the Lord says, Vengeance is mine! I will repay, saith the Lord! And she said that she is choosing to forgive the murders of their great crime, an leave it to God to punish them. Pray for her if you think of it, I believe her name is Carolyn. <br />
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No one knows why those men came an did what they did...some say it was jealousy of all that Moses had, he was a more wealthy man then the average, an he had met up with a white missionary pastor from England I believe, many years ago, an after the missionary left he signed everything over to Moses, his land an house an all, an in recent years a co-pastor or co-operator of some kind kept telling Moses that he was to share in this inheritance left by the missionary, so finally the court made a verdict an saw that Moses had all the legal papers to owning the compound an everything, an concluded that the co-partner does not receive anything, an shortly afterwards, the murder happened, but no one has any proof, that it was because of that. <br />
One interesting thing to me at the funeral was that the preacher was quite energetic an preached hell fire an brimstone! I had to laugh because he kept calling his interpreter his "interrupter", he had quite a sense of humor though, an the one time he was asking us to greet the person sitting beside us, then he told us to tell that person that "I look better then you." hahah he was hilarious, he was also asking us all to clap an chant something or other, an some people I guess were slow in doing what he wanted, since it was hot an everyone jus wanted to sit still an listen to him speak, so he said, "Hey! if you don't start clapping an smiling at your neighbor right now, you will be seen as a suspect." everyone laughed, but I must say, everyone started doing just as he asked us to. hahha<br />
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It was a typical Kenyan funeral, we had asked what time to come to the funeral an they had told us 10am. so we knew right off that we didn't have to leave the house till 12noon, we got there around 12:30pm an sat through three solid hours of "testimonies" then they still had the message, an finally by around 5pm they took him to the gravesite to be buried.<br />
Sunday was a normal day at church, Dad however preached his first message since his malaria an felt quite weak towards the end, he said he felt so weak that he wanted someone else to come close the service since he felt like he could collapse.<br />
Pray for Dad, his second time with malaria has really made him even more weak, he says he weighs less then he did in the last 15 years, an he says he is dizzy a lot recently, an feels like fainting most of the time, also complains that his vision is somehow dark, so I worry about him, I think all those malaria meds have almost taken a toll on the old man. <br />
But I keep reminding myself that God is faithful, an will help him to be strong.<br />
I will wrap up this update for this time, as I'm going out to Lela church to help with a clothing distribution, an have a dentist appointment at 3pm. but I wanted to quickly write this small update of our last week, an get it out to all of you.<br />
Keep praying for us, an thanks for all the prayers you have prayed for us.<br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-32568846560549694032017-08-16T10:29:00.002-07:002017-08-16T10:29:51.676-07:00Protesting, Gunshots, And A Calm Only God Can Bring.<br />
Hello again everyone,<br />
So quite honestly I have not been keeping a daily journal like I had been, an I don't know if that will return right away...we will see.<br />
How much can I journal about being cooped up in the compound the last week?! yeah kinda boring...<br />
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we have sewed many dresses, read many books, made much food, painted much, an the pastors cleaned up a storage room, ate the donuts we made, an had pastors meeting....so as most of you probably know that Uhura Kenyatta was announced the winner once more, an we were shocked by the outburst of anger by the luos...the winner was announced Friday night, an soon after seeing it on the news, we heard shouting, wailing, an utter-chaos...us youth scrambled up on our house roof, an looked down onto the city where the riots were, we sat on the hard tile roof for at least an hour or more, watching as the fires lite up the black sky, an tires burned throwing clouds of black smoke into the air, we cud hear as the throng made its way down ring road, small tin shacks were being torn apart, stones flying, an then the police, an army people arrived, an we promptly heard tear gas, an gunshots being fired over an over, till the storm of people had quieted down, an only the smoke an fires remained...the gate guard soon came an told us to leave the roof, since he was afraid stray bullets would hit us if we sat there, we then came down, an needless to say it was a rather sleepless night for most of us, as there were gunshots going off when I feel asleep, but thanks to my trusty fan, I was able to sleep through most of it, the next morning we woke up to more gunshots, an throughout the day some too, but mostly silence was everywhere, waiting for what "Baba" the luos candidate Raila would have to say, as of today he has still kept silent, he is remaining quiet, an everyone is in suspense, if he says "peace" the luos will somewhat relax, if he says "it was robbed from me, we fight!" then we can only be stuck inside the compound much longer, praying that Gods will would prevail. So pray for us as we wait, he was supposed to make a public announcement today, but then it was cancelled, so we are all hoping by tomorrow he will tell his voters, an tribe, what to do.</div>
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The one day we had a small scale chicken butchering, or I might say "rooster" butchering, we had 12 roosters that were making a lot of racket, an needed to be butchered, so our family got up Saturday morning, an butchered most of them, a few of the pastors also came to help abit, then we put all the meat into a marinade, an had a big chicken BBG Sunday night.</div>
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Sunday we were also stuck inside, our churches out in the interior had to go on as best as possible...we missionaries however enjoyed having "church" with ourselves, we all gathered at bishop Wayne's house, an under a big shade tree, we worship God, us youth sang several songs, an also a song that we had written the night before, using "The Battle Belongs To The Lord" as the song, only changing words, that was quite an experience, as us youth sat around, someone came up with the brilliant idea that we should write other words to that tune to express our present election conditions, it turned out quite a success, an the missionaries really enjoyed it...a native family on the compound here also joined our little service.</div>
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Sunday was a relaxing day, however waking up, to native church singing into their loud speakers like they usually do, an gunshots chattering in the distance, gave Sunday a strange feel.</div>
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But the week passed by safely an that's what we are thankful for...Monday things were peaceful enough that a group of us went to town to get some things an to evaluate the damage done so far, I took some pictures an was pleasantly surprised that there wasn't more damage done.</div>
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Monday night it was still peaceful, so us youth made a flying trip to Java house, had a lovely super together, an just enjoyed being outside!</div>
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Today there was some tension on a very low scale since Baba was supposed to talk today, but then the speech was canceled once more.</div>
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So that is all I can update you on for now, keep praying an thanks so much for all your prayers already.</div>
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Have a blessed week, </div>
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~Sylvia </div>
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-25906563612339770122017-08-10T03:22:00.000-07:002017-08-10T04:44:51.947-07:00My Trip To America, Back Home Again, And Election Tensions!! <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Hello People!<br />
Hope everyone is enjoying their life, watching summer turn into fall...<br />
I got back from my two week four day stint to America...the normal questions from people in America ranged from: How was/is it to be back in America? Did you have culture shock when you got back to America? How is it to go back to your youth group, an church? Is the food in America good again? an on, an on, an on.<br />
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But most of the time I was just trying to grasp the fact that I'm even back in America again, an trying to get over jet-lag, an wondering if I'll soon wake up, an realize it was all just a dream like I did so many times before.<br />
But no, it was for real, an yes it was wonderful to be back home, but at the same time I missed Kenya, an my Kenyan friends like crazy. Did I have culture shock in America? Yes! I did. I always thought I would never have culture shock, like "Those other missionaries" simply because I lived in America all my life, an missionaries that came home an had culture shock were probably not totally okay when they left...but no, here I was the return missionary in shock! things I noticed were the SMOOTH roads, I simply sat in awe at how fast the car glided over the pavement, I felt stupid for being enthralled with something so....so...senile? I guess that's the right word? Everyone drove such nice vehicles. People are so fat. sorry for saying that, but wow the people are huge-mungus. The food was too sweet an rich, but yes it was good. But the truth be told I missed Kenyan food so much, an made sure to eat a good Kenyan meal before I left, I love the food here, most of it anyway. <br />
So in short, it was awesome to be back in America, to see my friends, who were dating when I left, toting around their babies, an to see everyone, but towards the end, I just wanted to get back home, were my family was, an my Kenyan friends, an what was familiar to me for the last year an a half.<br />
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America was good, but everything was so different, people change, time goes on, an I know once we return there will be so many adjustments. But God will help us to adjust when we return, I know. <br />
I really enjoyed spending the first whole week with my sister, her husband an two little girls, it was strange to see their little house for the first time, since they have moved to an outreach since we left, an to go to their church, but it was good. <br />
The next week was spent at my home church area, seeing old friends, an living in "my" house, with my uncle an aunt who are living in our house, an taking care of our business while we are gone.<br />
I felt so blessed with their heart of serving God through taking care of our business, while we are on the mission field, they could make better income somewhere else I'm sure, but they choose to be committed, an that's something that goes a long ways with us, since we cant be there. <br />
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So the flights to an fro were fairly uneventful, we didn't miss any flights, an thanks to Rhoda's organized brain, she kept me on track.<br />
I would like to throw out one tip for long travel hours, (But only if you are with someone else.)<br />
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWRwOaSNw0A/WYxBBZsu3AI/AAAAAAAADIg/axLK27U9hgMQvfKZR0PpP_QT2vpEM7rGwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWRwOaSNw0A/WYxBBZsu3AI/AAAAAAAADIg/axLK27U9hgMQvfKZR0PpP_QT2vpEM7rGwCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" width="400" /></a>{Sleeping Pills!!} for sure if you have problems with sitting in a tight little seat, with your knees touching the seat in front of you, an a stranger breathing down your back, an not being able to move much at all. I personally find sleeping difficult in those circumstances, but maybe there are some rare birds out there that can zonk out, an block all noise of coughing, babies lamenting, an people brushing past you in the aisles, an those stewards an stewardesses, forever rattling their carts up an down the aisles, serving drinks, pretzels, an other cardboard like substances to tired, irritable, an travel worn, victims.<br />
But thanks to my sleeping pill, I would sleep soundly for hours, an regain conciseness enough, to hear Rhoda saying "I don't think she will take any food this time." hahah I couldn't wake up! the one time I did wake up to a smiling stewardess, with too much make-up on, an creepy red lips, staring down at me, asking if I would like some water, "sure I would like some" I said trying to act normal, but feeling like my brain was full of glue an my eyes couldn't focus...she gave me the cup of water, an leaning closer ask me in a subdued an serious tone, "Are you okay dear?" I quickly said "yes" so she would leave me alone, an she was infact asking entirely too many questions for someone who just woke up! An I was indeed fine as could be, I just happened to be a traveler with a lot of sleeping pills along, an conquered their torturous plane ride, an they were not used to seeing that! hahaha she then said, "seems like your really getting your sleep!" haha yeah more or less I thought, but only half smiled back at her like an idiot because my brain was all foggy, an I was trying to process what she was saying, but soon fell asleep again, I must say the trip seemed shorter then I figured.<br />
<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw8QutDvlN8/WYxBRmvwpLI/AAAAAAAADIk/G1uXuq1H0YoNFmR0LPKtU55W185s22BDgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw8QutDvlN8/WYxBRmvwpLI/AAAAAAAADIk/G1uXuq1H0YoNFmR0LPKtU55W185s22BDgCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" width="400" /></a>Anyway, thankfully Rhoda was there to wake me up when we had to move, our flights were, first a one hour flight to Nairobi, then a eight hour flight to Amsterdam, an another nine hour flight to Atlanta, a hour flight to Nashville, an a five hour drive to Sharon an Andre's house. Lets say I was ready to be able to lay in a soft bed, an run, an jump, anytime I wanted! but that's what world travel is like, I guess I just haven't done enough of it, an I get all unglued about the toll it takes, on your patience, Christianity, mental state, your bottom, your ego, an various other things.<br />
I got home an jet-lag on this side wasn't nearly as hard as on America side.<br />
We got home Saturday morning after landing in Nairobi an sleeping there for several hours before we got up again at 4:30am. I had been able to take both my check-ins from America to Nairobi, for free, the one weighed 56lb. an the other 70lb. but then the short flight from Nairobi to Kisumu they were going to charge me $150.00 USD for them, but thankfully the luggage attendant was in a good mood, an said that that was way too expensive, even though that was the price he was supposed to charge us, he said in a quieter voice, "give me $40.00" as he tied tags on that said both weighed 20lb. hahaha I grinned an knew I was back home in Kenya! I then slipped him some small cash as a bonus for his discount, he faintly grinned in thanks, then adjusted his tie an continued with the next people in line, we just made it to our plane, because of the delay at the baggage counter.<br />
We went to church on Sunday of course, an got to see all our friends, we had a children's choir there, that was quite interesting to say the least, an one little boy, beating a stick on an empty water can, for the music as the children sang, I sat there wishing everyone of my friends, in America would get to be there with me, an have that cultural experience.<br />
<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wmfSuV690E/WYxBbpVCZBI/AAAAAAAADIo/ZqujeBkhEmkEgGAlqCc7t77HYv-alBqqQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wmfSuV690E/WYxBbpVCZBI/AAAAAAAADIo/ZqujeBkhEmkEgGAlqCc7t77HYv-alBqqQCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" width="400" /></a>Sunday night I went to the lake with three of my native friends, for a picnic, an games, I had brought them some gifts back from America, that was so fun to give them gifts! the greatest source of entertainment for me was, one of my friends had told me to bring back candy from America, but he said it had to be a kind that they don't have in Kenya, so I brought alot back but, seeing them try pop-rocks for the first time was the best! they sat there with their eyes big, then one of them sputtered, that it "feels like small bombs in my mouth!" haha I also brought some of those gummy eggs you can buy at most bulk food stores, an I told them in a very serious tone that, these were eggs from American chickens, I proceeded to make up my story as I went, an said that the chickens that lay these eggs are very small, an that as soon the egg is layed we deep fry the egg`, an that's how the gummy eggs are made. they stared at me, but I couldn't look at them because I was almost busting with laughter.<br />
Then one of them said, "Sylvia I know you, an you are telling me a lie." I burst out laughing at my own joke, an they grinned abit an said they never believed me anyway, but the silence between my joke an him asking me if I was serious, was long enough to satisfy me. I told them I know they believed me for a little bit at least, they strongly objected, but I told them I thought my joke had been a huge success! haha<br />
So on Monday I did laundry, then rushed to see some of my friends along ring road, since I knew with the presidential elections on Tuesday I might not be able to see many of them for weeks maybe...they were happy I made it back.<br />
One of them wondered how Trump was, since when I left they had told me to greet Trump for them, I tried to explain to them that even though I was a white person, Trump didn't have time for the likes of me.<br />
Anyway, Tuesday was interesting, we were all sitting tight inside the compound here, an as of today (Thursday Afternoon) we still don't know the results. We only see helicopters flying over head, an hear of tear gas being shot to disperse crowds.<br />
I have found the roof of our house to be a nice look out, today we saw the heads of soldiers going past, fitted out in riot gear, Stacy an I clambered up on our tile roof in time to see 8-10 military men, riding past on horses, we were shocked! since there are no horses in Kisumu, it is too hot for horses an they simply don't do well here.<br />
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXrv1AyAWu0/WYxBgANzQzI/AAAAAAAADIs/Dc1BNOyHTEUbAQXBIKKzLnm2Sqcp9zAKgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXrv1AyAWu0/WYxBgANzQzI/AAAAAAAADIs/Dc1BNOyHTEUbAQXBIKKzLnm2Sqcp9zAKgCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" width="300" /></a>So that was kinda neat...but it does get alittle boring having to stay inside the compound all day, but on Tuesday all the ladies made tons of donuts an apple fritters, then we had an MZL open house, so everyone could come see all the books they sell there, an buy what we wanted, an of course we all feasted on donuts an coffee.<br />
In the evening I had supper with Rhoda an Stacy, then we sat around our fire pit, as it was chilly, an had some great conversations with Dad an Mom.<br />
The rest were out on the lane playing spike ball, an sitting around chatting about this an that.<br />
So on Wednesday the ladies had an all day sewing, I didn't go sewing, but did random other jobs, an worked on my blog, only to loose most of it an had to retype it today...<br />
So we keep us in your prayers, that the elections could be peaceful, we pray that whoever looses would except it an move on, without war an killing.<br />
Have a wonderful week an thanks so much for all your love an support while I was in America, it means more to me then you will ever know.<br />
~Sylvia<br />
For The Miller's <br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-26686908422794229322017-07-11T02:30:00.000-07:002017-07-11T02:30:21.117-07:00Random Ramblings, Ladies Day, Elections Coming!Hello people! <br />
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This weeks post will just be mostly pictures, with alittle explaining about what we did...the week was very normal so your not missing a lot, by not getting the day by day update. just saying. <br />
Also, as most of you might know by now, I planned a short notice trip to the states, from July 17th - Aug. 5th so I'm rushing around to get everything done I want to get done before I go to the states, so quite frankly this lousy writer doesn't have time to keep a journal these days thus this little letter.<br />
I cant wait to go to the states, although I know I'll miss home here like crazy, an my friends here think 2 weeks an 4 days is way too long to be away. I'm planning to be in my home church the last week end in July. <br />
Anyway, this week was fairly normal, like I said before.<br />
On Sunday we had a ladies day, we hesitate to call it a "Mother/daughter" day with so many orphans in the church, so we had a ladies day, an Stacy went with us to help us pull off the day's events. <br />
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After the usual church service, we took all the dresses that we got from the generous church people from home, an let each of the ladies an girls pick out a dress, what fun! they were so grateful for you people from America who sent dresses for them! some of the orphans girls that come to church, had to wear tee-shirts under their dresses because the zipper was not working, an the front of the dress would slide down, an they had to throw it over their shoulder repeatedly! I felt so sorry for them, an to see the looks of sheer delight on their faces to get a dress from America with no holes in it, was just incredible! so thanks a lot for sharing from your closets to our church people.<br />
After dividing the dresses, we had a little snack of popcorn, mondozies, an chia.<br />
then we headed home, we got home around 3:30pm which was actually surprisingly early.<br />
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Marlin's were just leaving for Nairobi with Joes when we got back, flying back to Greenville Tn. after taking care of Joseph's church while they are on furlough, Joe an Glenda will be staying in Nairobi waiting for Wayne's who are returning from their 6 week furlough to the states, on Wednesday. <br />
Joseph's come back in 2 weeks.<br />
So yesterday was "family Day" so our family decided to go to Rusinga island, an Island that is close to us.<br />
We took Stacey along with us, since she didn't have anything going on, an Rhoda was with her visitors.<br />
We had an amazing day! we drove on the fairy an crossed the span of water to the island about a 45 min ride, then we went to an amazing resort there, an had lunch there by the water, it was so beautiful an relaxing! then after lunch Stacy an I rented Kayak's an went way out on the big lake, while my brothers thought that to be too boring an rented a jet ski close by...however riding those big waves in a little kayak was the most awesome thing I have done in a long long time! Mom was on the shore worried stiff that I would have a seizure while I'm out there, but thankfully all turned out well, an I enjoyed myself so much!!<br />
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The elections over here are gearing up...pray for us, as we wait them out, Rhoda an I are flying back just days before elections so pray all could go okay, usually the riots happen after the elections, so we are hoping for the best.<br />
We are stocking up on food, for people, chickens, an dogs, since going outside of the compound during elections is not recommended. We pray it can be peaceful, in 2008 it was really bad, so everyone is a little apprehensive. But we trust God will keep us safe, if it is his will. <br />
Okay, let me stop my ramblings now...I'll add some pictures an try to explain them to you.<br />
Have a wonderful week...Hope to see some of you all in several weeks! SO excited!<br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's<br />
(P.S I'm so sorry for these awful quality pictures, my camera got worse then ever recently, so I'm hoping to purchase a new one when I return home.)<br />
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<br />Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-52102432324121183542017-07-05T09:11:00.002-07:002017-07-05T09:11:43.801-07:00Bible Study In Bondo, Kitten In My Covers, Youth Meetings In Aroba!(Saturday June 24th) <br />
I am feeling alittle blue about this post...I lost all my pictures from this last week that I wanted to add to this post, plus my journal is not current, so this will be a little randomness thrown together into a post.<br />
Today Mom an I made breakfast for the rest, then we went on a little Mother Daughter shopping venture...It was a good time! And we ate out at our favorite Kenyan restaurant which made us happy. <br />
We were just at home in the evening, we had supper, an Dishon washed vehicles, an then joined us for supper, staying overnight again.<br />
(Sunday June 25th) <br />
Today Aroba youth had invited, Rabour, an Nyakoko youth to join them for Sunday services, so that was interesting, we had youth Sunday school together, then after church they had lunch for the youth, it was a fun day, an seeing all my friends again was the best, I took some banana bread along for some of them...an to see their faces light up about it was the best feeling ever! In Kenya friendship=Banana bread, they love that stuff like really much!! haha<br />
(Monday June 26th) <br />
Today I worked on the blog...Then I took the dress down to the sewing ladies to have Pamela help me sew the skirt since it is a two layer skirt that I had no idea how to put together, that took up most of my afternoon. But I knew I needed to get it done since the wedding is the 22nd of this month.<br />
(Tuesday June 27th) <br />
Today we were mostly just at home getting things ready for supper, Marlins family were coming since we had not had them over since they came to fill in for Joseph an Becky who are on furlough.<br />
Mom was gone most of the forenoon, helping to move the furniture an things from Deans house into the compound, then we cleaned an made food in the afternoon, I grilled some chicken for supper.<br />
We had a nice time with them, an are sad to see them go back to the states in several weeks.<br />
(Wednesday June 28th) <br />
Today Stacy an I went to A Bible study of one of Kajulu's members Pamela, but she wanted to invite us to her home, an it was a two hour drive from Kisumu, so we had to take two vehicles, an load all the members in that wanted to go, Marlin drove a van, an Stacy took a small crossover vehicle, filled to the brim with people.<br />
We had a good day, an makes me so sad I lost all the pictures of that day! <br />
They made a feast! they had, Ugali, rice, fish, beef dry, beef stew, intestine soup, chapattis, cooked cabbage, an on an on, then after we finished eating, they brought chia an mondazies....we were stuffed to the gills! <br />
Bible study went great, Marlin of course teaching, then we started our long drive back home.<br />
It was a long tiring day, but it was a lot of fun too.<br />
(Thursday June 29th) <br />
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SHARON AN ANDRE!!!<br />
Today was an unusual day for us, we woke up to rain pattering on the roof, an it was COLD! I felt like staying in my warm bed all day! but then again we are just spoiled rotten, with always waking up to beautiful mornings with the sun shining brightly.<br />
Today our family all went in to a clinic to get our blood types taken, I just hate needles an the prick hurt like it always does...cringe!<br />
This evening, we had prayer meeting at Marlins, it was a good evening, an the singing somehow was exceptionally good.<br />
(Friday June 30th) <br />
Today one of our youth guys had a playing match with another school, in volleyball an soccer, so we went to watch an cheer for the Ahero team, it was a fun day, of meeting all his friends, an climbing into his world of school, an sports, an his friends.<br />
tonight Brian's An James's had a ice cream party for the compound in a way of saying thanks for all the snacks they received during language classes, when they would have their 10am. break.<br />
After the snack there was some volley ball, then because of more rain an cold weather we all went home around 9:45pm. <br />
Tonight I found a little kitten, it was so fluffy an cute, I didn't even know I liked kitten's, but this one somehow just melted my heart into a little puddle, so I put it inside my coat while I was outside watching the rest play volley ball, then I brought it home, tried giving it some milk, an stuff it into the shower, much to its dismay, I gave it a bath, wrapped it in a towel to dry off, then jumped into bed with it, it was so cute, an its purring sound was kinda neat! the only problem was it thought the perfect place to sleep was right under my chin against my neck, an that was okay for a bit...but I fell asleep, an awoke with a start freaking out about this fur ball right by my head, an it felt like I couldn't breath! so I tried placing it away from my head several times, but nope, it would come over top of the pillows an right back where it had been, it was such a tiny little thing, that I was petrified I would somehow lay on it an smother it to its grave, so I gently placed it on a pillow beside my bed, wrapped in a blanket, where it slept, till around 7am. when I was rudely awakened by a scratching, clawing noise! I open my eyes a peek, an here the fluffy little thing was clawing its way up the side of my bed, only its head peeping over the side of my bed, was about the sweetest thing I've seen in a while, then next thing it leap into my bed, but I wasn't finished with my sleep since it was Saturday, so I took her outside....an I think I'll leave her there for a while. <br />
I honestly don't even know what possessed me to bring that kitten into the house, but it was so cute, an the way it lapped at the milk, an chased my ear buds around as I was untangling them was just the cutest, I did loose sleep though to...not again...or not anytime soon, will a kitten join me in my slumbers.<br />
So that is about all I remember of this week...<br />
Hope I'll have a more interesting post next time...I want to see if I can put some pics from my phone to the post, but this old laptop can be kinda ridiculous about such things sometimes.<br />
Have a wonderful good week!<br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-52221756279688938192017-06-26T23:29:00.000-07:002017-06-26T23:29:16.901-07:00Grilled Chicken, Father's Day, An A Cancer Patient Finds Help... (Saturday June 17th) <br />
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Today we all slept in except Dad who was in his study, when I got up the boys were still in bed, so I went to town to do several things, then I came back around 11:30am. then all of us compound girls decided to go swimming, we then got back around 2:30....in the evening we went to eat some grilled chicken for Father's Day with Dad...So it felt like a very relaxing spoiled day for me, for sure.<br />
(Sunday June 18th) <br />
Today we left together early for church, we picked up a youth guy, called Evans in Ahero to take him to church with us, since he is attending school right now to become a mechanic.<br />
We had a good service, an tried to explain to them what Father's Day was, some of them knew...<br />
My Brothers an I then sang a song "Daddy's Hands" an all day I felt guilty for the many times I take my Godly father for granted, seeing the many many orphan children an youth sitting there never having the privilege to have any kind of Father figure in their lives, some live with their mothers because their fathers just up an left them sitting, tired of their wife an ready to move on....leaving children an youth, with hurts, an trust issues that will hinder them the rest of their lives...God help us!<br />
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Dad then had a message on the Devils ways, of lying an deceiving, an also Satan's many different names...quite interesting, an thought provoking to me, that whenever I choose to sin, instead of doing the right, I'm actually submitting myself under the most awful, evil, authority imaginable! yet how many times do I not see my choices in such a black an white sort of way.<br />
We got home an since tiredness was more prevalent then hunger, I slept instead of eating lunch, I haven't been able to sleep the best the last while, so it leaves me feeling worn out most of the time.<br />
Anyway, after a good nap, I went on a long walk with Rhoda...an in the evening it was spike ball on the lane again.<br />
(Monday June 19th)<br />
This morning I did our laundry, after I took care of the sewing class, getting fabric, zippers, buttons, etc.<br />
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Then after I finished the laundry I went to town to get my phone fixed, Stan accidently had slammed a seat in the vehicle down on it, an warped the phone, so that the cover wouldn't stay on the phone, thankfully they fixed it.</div>
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After that I worked on making another dress for one of my friends...in the evening we went to Marlins for a yummy supper, with American imported foods, since they just came from America.</div>
(Tuesday June 20th) <br />
I got up early an put away the laundry, then went to get the sewing ladies started, since Stacy has visitors right now, she had asked me to take care of the sewing class, an I enjoyed doing that.<br />
In the afternoon I did some more sewing of my own...then in the late afternoon evening we went with Richard an Janet to see the various places that we will be picking up the bride an bridesmaids, an the hotel where we will pick up the groom, an his groomsmen, also went to see where the church house was an took a tour of it.<br />
After our orientation, the twins an I left, an went to KFC for some supper.<br />
Tonight I called Sharon an enjoyed chatting with her for some time.<br />
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(Wednesday June 21st)<br />
Today was church clean-up day at our church, Dishon went with us to help, Kevin from Aroba helped for an hour or so too, since we gave him transport from Kisumu to Nyakoko.<br />
We had a good day, of hard work, the twins an some of the youth guys repaired the roof in the front of the church where the truck for the orphans food program backed into, Stacy an I did some painting, took water to the workers, an helped prepare lunch...after lunch we cleaned everything up again, I washed most of the dishes, an scrubbing those big cooking pots made me thankful for "lifetime cookware" that we have at home, that takes minimal cleaning!<br />
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After we were finished the three bros an I took one vehicle home, Dishon also came back with us, an we were going to drop him off at the clinic he works at, but then him an his fellow worker Kevin, said they needed a ride to go see a sick patient that was dying of uterus cancer, she is a 19 year old girl, but looks like an older lady, she has known of her cancer for 7 years now, an has been trying to make some funds, an save money to do the operation but never was able to get enough money for the $150 US dollar operation...sigh....does this mind blowing poverty ever end?<br />
She had to sign some documents so that the Doc. could move ahead with her operation, since someone has consented to pay for her surgery of a hysterectomy.<br />
After leaving the clinic, we went to town to pick up some chicken feed, an by the time we reached home, we were all so tired! We were just at home tonight, going to bed early.<br />
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(Thursday June 22nd) <br />
Today I was cleaning one of the guest rooms from visitors, then I did the blog, after that there was more sewing to be done...I cut out the dress for the wedding in July, in the evening we all went to Joe an Glenda's house for unit prayer meeting, we sat around the campfire an sang an prayed, then afterwards had a little snack, it was a great evening, an a welcome change from the usual prayer meeting agenda.<br />
(Friday June 23rd) <br />
Today I did some sewing...yeah that's all I do these days.<br />
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then I decided to go with Dad to see a well project that was going on out at our church, they were fixing our well at church...so we had lunch together at a little bean shack, an made the drive out to church, an when we got there they had finished already, so we only inspected it, then took the workers of the well, (Some of which are members at our church.) to the little ghost town of Masogo, we sat at Jared's (a Member) sewing shop where he sews school uniforms, an drank some soda, an ate some homemade fries that a lady was deep frying over an open fire, as we watched people milling about buying each others wears, as it was Masogo market day, there are all manor of fish, rice, green grams, tomatoes, onions, potatoes, shoes, clothes, an on, an on...it was interesting to meet up with our church people at their local "Walmart" as they supported each other by buying from each other an selling to each other.</div>
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We left again an headed for Kisumu...On our way home our car was having some problems, it would just shut off all of a sudden, an so the one time while we were in the passing lane passing a semi, with another semi coming head on, the car again just quite, nothing. and Dad struggled to get it steered over in the other lane just in time as the semi that was coming head on whizzed by, but just like that is started back up again...so we breathed a sigh of relief, an drove on home, coming home just in time to leave again, we were invited out for supper with Joe an Glenda, and the youth, Marlins also went along. After we got back there was spike ball on the lane.</div>
And so ended another week in Kenya, the place we have come to call home.<br />
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Today we slept in except Dad an Mom who went to that funeral.<br />
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The twins were working around the compound...<br />
I went swimming with my native friend Winnie an her niece Sarah as well as Rhoda, Stacy an her visiting cousin Kendra, (Who is presently serving as a school teacher in Nicaragua.) also came later for a swim.<br />
I got back an made some mashed potatoes for supper, since we have this amazing thing called cream cheese ever since Calvin's came...thanks to amazing friends from home! We eat things from home almost reverently! not even joking!<br />
Anyway, after that I ran to nakamatt to get some sausages, then I tried making some sour kraut, only I tried making it instant sour kraut, instead of letting it sour, I thought it was amazing, but everyone else was less then enthused, I think Wayne liked it, however Dad asked for more mashed potatoes instead...hahaha<br />
Dishon was here for supper an for the night again.<br />
I was tired so I went to bed early again...<br />
(Sunday June 11th) <br />
Today we all went to church early with Dad, since we don't have many extra vehicles, it makes it easier to all go early, an just stay while Dad has IC class...<br />
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It was a very normal Sunday, I tried putting up the do-re-mi's in the shapes on the Sunday school room wall, getting my class to sing the scale with me...sigh...we sounded like a pack of wolves plagued with strep-throat to begin with, but eventually they all made the same sound of the note I was on, an I'm impressed with their progress.<br />
Rhoda an I went for a long walk tonight...<br />
Then most of us gathered on the lane for popcorn an spike ball...<br />
Twas a nice day...<br />
(Monday June 12th) <br />
Today I did all the laundry...Then I went to my dentist for a check-up, she says I'll get to remove my braces soon! which I'm kinda happy about.<br />
Then I went to the chemist to buy more meds...an ran different errands around town.<br />
We were just at home tonight.<br />
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Dad an Mom an I went to the lake tonight to watch the sunset an have a chat, it was a lovely evening...an kinda nice to have Dad an Mom all to myself! haha<br />
(Tuesday June 13th)<br />
Today I worked on the blog most of the day.<br />
Dad an Mom were out visiting a lady from church that needed to be reproved.<br />
The twins were doing some welding.<br />
In the afternoon I did some baking...then some sewing.<br />
In the evening I went on a walk on ring road<br />
Tonight I made some ranch pretzels, with real gold rold pretzels from America, we had to evenly divide them in small bowls, so everyone had the "same" amount, the three boys guarding their bowls like a hungry dog! yes, foodie family would be a fair term...maybe even an understatement.<br />
Dad an the boys were playing rook, I was sewing again... Mom was doing some spring cleaning in her bedroom an bathroom, while chatting with Sharon on the phone, an so was our evening at home tonight.<br />
(Wednesday June 14th) <br />
Today Dad an Mom went to the Bible Study.<br />
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The rest of us stayed home.<br />
I did some sewing for a friend of mine...infact I sewed all day, basically remodeling one of her dresses...I was so discouraged with it all, that I was close to tears, an I don't cry alot. so yea, it was bad.<br />
In the evening we had volleyball on the lane, since Stacy had visitors an there were other visitors here as well...I think there were like 15 girls an 4 guys, our little group of the usual 6-7 looked around in awe as we saw how good volley ball can actually be! our group has grown abit since Marlin's came to fill in while Joseph an Becky are on furlough....so they add two youth girls, also, James an Christiana have two girls that arrived several weeks ago, so that's nice to have them around too.<br />
But my brothers sigh alittle, since all us girls are having a blast, an there are not any guys around for them to have "guy times" with. especially with Dean Miller's leaving in several weeks...that means officially no boys even close to their ages....<br />
After volleyball we had snack at Marlins.<br />
(Thursday June 15th) <br />
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Today we were scheduled to have unit payer meeting in the evening at our house...so most of the day consisted of cleaning up, I think all of us were at home just doing various cleaning up projects around the house.<br />
In the evening our masii friend David came, so the three bros an I took him out to KFC for supper, then got back just as prayer meeting started.<br />
My friend Winnie also came for prayer meeting, an we had a sleep over...<br />
I wasn't able to sleep well tonight at all, so I slept late the next morning.<br />
(Friday June 16th) <br />
With getting very little sleep, I felt worthless today, it was so maddening to be awake at 2am. an not being able to sleep...anyway, today I tried doing some sewing with very little success. <br />
I somehow felt half sick all day...<br />
In the evening I was feeling abit better, so I went walking with Carla an Kalita (Jame's girls) we had a wonderful time.<br />
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Tonight, we made supper since our friends Richard an Janet were coming over for supper an to make plans for their wedding...the twins an I are in the bridle party, Dad is preaching an Mom is making the wedding cake, so we all feel rather involved, maybe even more so then feels comfortable...especially the idea of bright yellow dresses, an royal blue shoes....unreal, like are you serious!?...anyway it will be an interesting day for sure!</div>
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We also had our Masii friend David here...it was a good evening.</div>
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an so ends another blog post....</div>
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I'm thinking of doing something alittle different with my blog....I'm thinking of skipping the usual "journal" updates every-now-an-then an writing a life story of one of our members...their life stories are so interesting, the pain, hardship, rejection is so saddening to me, an also encouraging to me to see where they are today...an the thought of sitting down an documenting their life story, an then sharing it with all of you, was an exciting thought to me, but what do you all think? let me know if you think this is a good idea, or something that you would enjoy! email me at: <a href="mailto:sylvialyn93@gmail.com">sylvialyn93@gmail.com</a></div>
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-76868652898127600992017-06-13T06:20:00.000-07:002017-06-13T06:20:38.987-07:00Bible Study In Ng'ia, Uganda Trip Details And Pictures, Another Funeral....(Saturday June 3rd) <br />
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Today we got back from our Uganda trip around 4am. so needless to say I dove into bed, an didn't regain conciseness till around 12:45pm. yeah. I was really tired! (I wanna tell a little bit about that trip later on, if I my blog post isn't too long otherwise.)<br />
I didn't do a whole lot today other then unpack, an try to wash the red Ugandan dirt out of a white dress, an jacket. I have no idea why I wore my white dress the one day, a very unsmart thing to do!<br />
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In the evening we invited Joe an Glenda an Stacy an Rhoda to our house for pizza.<br />
It was a great evening.<br />
Stan an I randomly decided to go to church with Stacy, which is Jake an Janice's church.<br />
(Sunday June 4th) <br />
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHODA!!<br />
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Today Stan an I went to church with Jakes family an Stacy.</div>
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We had a good time, an it was nice to be in another church for a change.</div>
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I really enjoyed choir practice they had afterwards.</div>
We got home around 2pm. an the rest were not yet home, so Stan an I ate a quick lunch an retired to our naps.<br />
In the evening us youth (which now only consist of my brothers an I, Stacy an Rhoda.) decided to go to the lake for Rhoda's birthday...I made pop corn. an Stacy brought some amazing pizza pockets, an bars an chia, we had a lovely time, however it was so cold, an we wrapped ourselves in laso's an blankets...then we look over an see two guys swimming in the lake, enjoying the big waves that the strong breeze was blowing in.<br />
(Monday June 5th) <br />
Today was not the best day ever...I wasn't able to sleep till around 5am. so I was pretty much worth nothing today...I felt sick, an stayed in bed most of the day.<br />
In the evening Steve, (who was also not feeling well, an had been in bed the last two days too.) drove me down to the lake...we were both so sick of being in the house, so we just sat in our vehicle an enjoyed the view of the lake, chatting, an enjoying the refreshing breeze.<br />
(Tuesday June 6th) <br />
Today was really uneventful...<br />
We were all just around home today....Dad was out an about.<br />
The brothers an I went walking on ring road tonight for a while.<br />
(Wednesday June 7th) <br />
Today Dad an Mom went to Bible study...the rest of us stayed at home, mostly cooking, cleaning, an working on my blog...the boys were out working in the shop.<br />
In the evening I met up with my friends Victor an Winnie, who are getting married in Dec.<br />
We went to a local place that is very pretty, peaceful, an quiet, an just drank some amazing passion juice, an chatted for the longest time, it was a lovely evening. <br />
(Thursday June 8th) <br />
Today we were all around home...Dad was working in his office preparing to preach at a non-cbf funeral on Saturday, so he was in his study most of the day.<br />
the boys were working on odd jobs...<br />
Mom was cooking an sewing...I did some baking, an worked on the blog...then made a trip to town to pick up some things for mom...an so on.<br />
We had our unit prayer meeting at Jakes tonight.<br />
(Friday June 9th)<br />
Dad an Mom went to the place where the funeral will be on Saturday...since they had to help get the body from the mortuary to the families house...which can be quite an experience with all the wailing an lamenting that goes on...they were there till late this evening.<br />
Us youth all went out to Ng'ia where Deans live, an had Bible study out there, since their family is leaving in several months, after serving here for around 4-5years<br />
We got back from Deans around 7:00pm. we had left around 1:30pm. so it wouldn't get as late, its about an hour drive out there, anyway we had a good discussion on relationships, an enjoyed Barbra Jeans good cooking.<br />
We then had some spike ball from 8-10pm. <br />
An that's about all that happened this week!<br />
~Now For A Little Run Through About My Trip To Uganda~<br />
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So Stacy an Rhoda had this whole Uganda trip planned out, an decided last minute that they were going to invite me too, actually the whole trip was rather last minute...but turned out to be as amazing as if we had taken months to plan every detail! it was just a really fun time...<br />
Okay, so on Wednesday night we got Steve to drop us off at the bus station in Kisumu...around midnight, since that is when the bus was leaving, we got our tickets an waited several minutes till the bus arrived.<br />
We couldn't believe that us three were actually doing this on our own, an felt kinda nervous, excited, an scared all at the same time...the bus finally came in, an surprisingly enough it was a big nice bus, an we had gotten first class seats, so we had nice big chairs that reclined, it was pretty amazing! so we got settled in, an tried to get some sleep...which is one thing I was alittle worried about, since getting my sleep is so vital for me, especially with just having had another seizure.<br />
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Anyway, I think we all slept for a while off an on...I was amazed how the bus just glided over those awful speed bumps along the way! you could actually continue sleeping even though you went over them.<br />
So around 3am. the lights inside the bus flicked off an on, an we were awakened, with, "At the border! At the border! get your passport, bus ticket, an yellow fever papers, an head to the building! hurry! hurry! more buses are coming, lets get through as fast as possible an get back on the road! hurry up!" okay, so I pulled myself from my warm blankets, an blindly grabbing for the needed paperwork.<br />
I was glad at that point that we had decided to all three of us only take a backpack, with all our belongings in it....although they were crazy heavy, it was nice to have everything in one place.<br />
Anyway, it was 3am. an I was grabbing my wallet, my passport, an blindly stumbling out of my chair into the already packed bus aisle, I saw Rhoda an Stacy bounce down the stairs an out of sight, as I tried to bully my way through the other Kenyans, trying to get to the station before the rest.<br />
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We got in line, an soon were up at the desk, scanning finger prints, an doing all the nessicary paperwork, to allow us to enter Uganda. I stood in line, wondering if I was even okay, to wanna come on this trip, everyone in line looked like I felt...tired. I marveled at the people behind the counters....who even is at work at 3am. helping get all the paperwork through for this tired group of people!? I hope they get paid well! There were money changers everywhere... trying to get us to change our Kenyan money to Ugandan, thankfully we had already done that in Kisumu before we left.<br />
We got back on the bus, as 3-4 more buses were coming in, an the line was already winding way out of the building an across the parking lot outside...we were so grateful that we were through, an on our way! We had been the first bus to come.<br />
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We got back on the way, an several more hours of traveling....at around 5:30am. we hear, "Arriving at Jinga! passenger's for Jinga!?" we thought we were not going to be arriving till closer to 6-7am. so once again, Stacy said, "girls! this is it! get your stuff an lets go!" I tried quickly tying up my blanket an pillow in a small bundle again, an slid into my shoes, grabbing my huge backpack, half falling, half stepping down the steep bus steps to the ground below...it was still dark, an there were piki drivers everywhere, waiting with their motor bikes to take people to their destinations.....we tried telling the piki drivers which resort we were staying at, they seemed to know where we were talking of, so after getting a price that we thought was fair, we got on, my backpack was so heavy, it dug into my shoulders, an threatened to throw me off balance when I swung on the back of the motor bike...then we sped through the darkness, I had no idea where we were going...all I knew it was cold an dark, an I hoped these drivers knew where they were going...after about a 15-20min. ride we arrived at our resort, way back in, an paid our piki drivers.<br />
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Everyone in the tiny, quiet, little resort was still sleeping, but soon three ladies came out, looking fresh out of bed, an blankets wrapped around them... an gave us our directions to our little cabin, overlooking the Nile river...we went trooping to our cabin with all our things...and I plopped my backpack at the foot of my bed, an climbed through my mosquito net, an under the blankets, an my world went dark! finally no more getting off, getting on, buses, piki's an border crossings...we were here!! Rhoda an I slept for several hours, till around 9-10am. Stacy was up an around checking everything out, an I think maybe went on a walk...? not sure what all she was doing...</div>
Then we all, got ready an decided we had enough sleep, an that it was time to make the most of our 48hr. trip to Uganda! So first we went shopping, imagine that! we walked along the streets, buying all kinds of cool Ugandan things, feeling like the real tourists that we were! We found the Money very, very difficult to deal with...it was so different then our Kenyan shillings, for a Ugandan dress, or a pair of flappy trousers, (Popular in Uganda) was like, 23,000 Uganda which would be around 700shillings Kenyan, an around 7-8 American Dollars....it was all confusing for a while, but Rhoda had remembered to print off a chart that gave the money rates, so that helped a lot!<br />
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We then found this cute little coffee shop, where we ate our lunch, the food was amazing! an very much like coffee shop foods in America would be like, just with a different twist.<br />
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After that we did some more shopping...then we went to check out the place we had reserved to go four wheeling at the next day, we got everything figured out there, making sure the plans were still in place, then headed back to our resort, we had to do all our traveling everywhere with piki-piki's so that was kinda cool, an we sure got our fill of motor bike rides! but sometimes it was hard to tell them where to go, when all we had was a name of the place we wanted to go to, but it usually ended up okay...except for the one time, when I was actually really worried...I don't know why this kind of stuff always happens to me...but we were going from the four wheeling place, back to our resort, an my piki guy, was puttering up a hill, suddenly his bike sputtered, an stopped! I got off, as he told me, an he had to lay the bike on its side for a while, since he was out of fuel! I saw the rest speeding on over the next hill an disappear, but I wasn't worried because I thought this guy knows where we are going...I sure didn't know! so finally he started the piki up again, an I got back on with my backpack an all my things I had bought that day, soon we found a small stand beside the road that was selling a few stray carrots an tomatoes, an thankfully they had an old plastic pop bottle with some fuel in it, so he bought that, an we were soon speeding down the winding dirt roads again, red dust everywhere! we kept going an going...finally I was like, where are the others?! we should be at the resort by now! Then we came to a tee in the road, an he looked at me an grunted pointed one way, then they other, all the while looking expectantly at me...I just stared blankly back at him, trying to look like the naïve, dehydrated, dust-covered tourist that I was...finally, I just threw both my hands up, since I didn't know what else to do, I figured throwing up both my hands is surely a cross-cultural sign, for "I have no idea" he started going down another road, very obviously looking for our resort an not finding it...all I could tell him was the name of our resort over an over, he probably thought I was making up a song about our vacation or something...I simply couldn't talk with him, he was an older man who didn't know English, I couldn't speak luo to him, an we both knew very little Swahili...it was devastating, an our conversation consisted mostly of me saying, the name of our resort then, "...but am not knowing the way..." an him decidedly saying "....oooohh....mmmm...yes." I think yes was the only English word he knew...because when your lost, "Yes" only goes that far.</div>
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So now it was thundering, an getting more windy an dusty, an looked like rain, an I had no idea where in God's great creation I was...I wondered if the other two girls had already reached our resort, an probably wondering where I was...I had short thoughts of...."What if I never see anyone I know again." or "what if he decided to kidnap me" or "if only my mom knew where I was right now" but soon we found a lady beside the road, an he stopped to ask her some directions, an thank Almighty Providence! she knew English! I could have given her a hug! so I told her the name of the place we were staying at, an she rambled a row in Ugandan to him, an pointed, this way an that way, an rambled some more...he seemed to get what she was saying, an soon we turned around an sped down another red dirt road...an then a piki driver was coming from the other direction, an it was one of the other girls piki drivers...he pulled up, an didn't look too happy, an rambled a whole line to him pointing in the direction we were going, he clicked his tongue at him the way they do when they get upset, an shook his head, rambling more words to him, we sped off, arriving at the resort several minutes later! Thank God!<br />
We were just at the resort that evening, enjoying a nice candle light supper, enjoying the sights of the Nile, the fishing boats, an fish leaping out of the water. It was a good evening.<br />
We all slept very very well, tonight.<br />
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An woke up to a very yummy, warm, breakfast, of scrambled eggs, smokies, pancakes, an waffles! We had a feast! <br />
Today is a bit of a blur to me as its been a little while back now....but of course the four wheeling was the main thing, it was so awesome, riding through villages, taking pictures with children, driving through fields, woods, an corn fields, an right down to the river! it was a 2 hour tour, so we enjoyed a lot of time spent there. Our tour guide was pretty awesome! he showed off some of his four wheeler riding skills, going airborne over bumps in the trail, an in an open field, he tipped his four-wheeler on one side an drove along on one side using only two wheels...it was funny the look on his face when he turned around an saw us trying it too! he freaked out! telling us, No! that was only for him to do! haha okay then, whatever!<br />
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After that we had to clean up an change, as we were covered in dirt, after changing we got back on piki's an went to a place called the "Source of the Nile" it is the point where Lake Victoria an The Nile River meet, so we took a boat ride out there....we had also done some more last minute shopping...an since we had packed up all our stuff that morning, an just carried it with us all day, we now had everything with us, so with our over stuffed back packs, strapped to us, we left the Source, an headed to Java House in Jinga, where we all had supper, since we were so hungry! then we had several hours to wait till it was time to go to the bus station...we had a great time, an with being extremely tired an sun burnt, everything was terribly funny, an three girls together makes everything twice as funny, so all I remember is we laughed an laughed...I don't even remember about what, I just remember laughing till my sides ached! the Java house there had an amazing lounge area, with couches so we had a nice place to hang out, while waiting.<br />
A random thing that happened was, I sitting there at Java looking out the window, when I suddenly see someone waving outside, an calling my name. here is was my dentist from Kisumu! I had no idea she was traveling to Uganda, an she didn't know I was going there, an here we accidently met up.<br />
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Anyway, we finally left for the bus station, giving the piki drivers the last of our Ugandan money, we arrived at the station, just to find out the bus was delayed a hour an a half...oh well! it was late anyway, so what's abit later going to hurt anyone...so we waited an waited...an finally started the trip back home, in much the same manor as when we came, it was only I couldn't sleep, mostly due to the loud rap music playing most of the way....of course the border crossing half way through again...we had to pay to use the toilets there, then back on the bus, arriving in Kisumu around 3:30am. we grabbed our things, an got on motor bikes one last time, arriving at the compound tired, but happy! amazed at how amazing our trip was, it seemed every little thing we had wanted to do or see, we got done, an everything just went smoothly, we had taken just perfectly enough money along, an our plans just went great!<br />
So anyway this Ugandan update got a lot longer then I had hoped for, but there you have it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But the memories made with these two step-sisters was so worth it all!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some where in our busy day, eating snacks on a park bench...Rhoda's look, an me laughing my brains out was basically our mood all afternoon. we had so much fun though!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the boat waiting for the driver to come...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view on our way out...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">YUM...Minty pine-aid at java!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The food was amazing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cheesecake was the best though, an a perfect ending to our trip...</td></tr>
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-86330185167211558032017-06-08T06:19:00.000-07:002017-06-08T06:19:41.637-07:00May 27th - June 2nd ~Picture Post~Hey everyone!<br />
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I know I'm behind one post again...seems to be becoming a normal for this blogger...sorry about that.<br />
I guess with Calvin's here, an me having another seizure on Monday May 29th...I didn't keep up my journal, so I'm just going to post pictures of our time with Calvin's even though I would love to tell you all about our grand times together!<br />
It was truly such an amazing time well spent! an I just want to say here, thanks so incredibly much for all the gifts our dear church people back home sent along! it was so kind an thoughtful of you! whenever we get gifts from the states its like a booster to go through the next several weeks!<br />
I had a whole list of people I wanted to send thank you cards along home, but then my seizure happened, an I was thrown into a bit of a turmoil with that...so I didn't get that done, so let me just Thank some specific people here.<br />
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Karen Kiem, your so faithful in always sending some kind of goody along! thanks so much for your gifts you sent, an cosmetics that I cant get over here! meant so much dear!<br />
Edna an Tonya, your thoughtful gifts of Bath an Body Works lotions an soap is something we always love! thanks for thinking of us, an giving like you did. we feel so incredibly humbled by your kindness.<br />
My dear sis Sharon, I know you miss us, an we miss you too....your life has changed so much, an we are not there to help you, an not there to see all the "firsts" you are probably so excited to see in your little girlies...our heart is there dear sis. thanks for the cards you sent an the little purse you sent! I love it! its so me. makes me happy you got it for me! thank you so much!<br />
Judith, I'm amazed that in the wake of getting married that you took time to send a note of encouragement, an gifts, that meant a lot Judith! may God bless you as you start this exciting adventure of being a wife, I never got to know Ryan that much, but when he allowed you to come visit us, while you all were still dating, he basically got 5 star ratings right off! haha<br />
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Kaitlyn Yoder, what a little honey you are, to send me a little purse! I love it by the way! Becky that was so kind of you to help Kaitlyn send me that birthday gift! all you are going thru with Lincoln, an you took the time an effort to send a package for me, wow! I felt pretty special. thanks a lot!!<br />
Okay, so for those of you that don't know these people, sorry you had to listen to all that jazz...<br />
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So another thing that happened this last week was two of my friends an I decided to go on a 48 hour trip to Uganda! we basically had the time of our lives...after I had my seizure, I was fairly certain I should just cancel my trip, but with some persuading of some incredible friends, to face my fear of going away from home without my family so soon after a seizure....I went! an I'm glad I did! I want to be safe, but I don't plan on allowing epilepsy to ruin the outgoing, adventurous part of me I have always been. Its hard. but I tried accepting it all over again...an even though I thought I was healthy again an seizure free, after going 9-10 months without a seizure, God has another plan. So after struggling through bitterness, an questions, an doubts all over again. I choose to believe God still cares. I choose to believe, that God can use me better with epilepsy, then without. And choosing to believe that isn't a one time, Sunday afternoon decision, its something I have to choose every day, every time I go out by myself an feel fearful of a seizure, every time I see other friends living their lives in a seeming effortless confidence.</div>
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But in all this I can say God is still good, an he knows how to break my stubborn will, an making me broken, an dependent on him, when I wanna "do it my way". </div>
This was going to be a pictures blog, so sorry for all this chatter...I'll stop now. <br />
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I hope you all have an incredible week, lets be praying for each other, we all have our own personal battle we are in. God is faithful!!<br />
~Sylvia<br />
For The Miller's<br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-3380157758191100342017-06-07T03:04:00.000-07:002017-06-07T03:04:19.177-07:00A Family Day Adventure, Visitors From America, Vacation At The Mara!(Saturday May 20th)<br />
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Today was a fun day, Stacy took me out for lunch at my favorite restaurant, an then we did some street shopping, we had a jolly grand time.<br />
In the evening, my family took me to the lake, another favorite spot of mine, we watched the sunset, an then went to nakamat food court for supper, it was a good day especially with going to all my favorite places, however, the realization that I'm now 24 kinda creeped me out...its just really old...an here I thought I would somehow always be twenty-one! but somehow life goes on...<br />
(Sunday May 21st) <br />
Today we all went to our church again we went later, as Dad got one of the brothers to teach IC class.<br />
we also had a visiting native pastor at our church who had the message.<br />
We came home around 2:30pm. had a small lunch an retired to our naps.<br />
At 5pm. I made some pop corn, along with soda an banana bread.<br />
then with my two friends vic an wynn we went to the lake, they wanted to celebrate my birthday with me somehow, so I made a small snack an we went to the lake for a fun evening of some board games, an of course talking. We saw a lovely sunset, it was a beautiful evening.<br />
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(Monday May 22nd) <br />
Today was family day.<br />
So we all slept in a bit later, an then did some jobs around home, I went to the dentist at 12 to change the wires on my braces.<br />
when I got home I quickly worked on the blog, since I was behind one post.<br />
Then at around 3pm. our family packed up an made the 45min drive out to a big stony mountain area called Kit-Mikayi where a guide took us along the paths, through the cave, an as close to the top as we could go. it was a fun family experience.<br />
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However, there was a happening there that kinda creeped us out a little...this mountain is considered holy, an a place of worship for a certain religion, an just as we finished our hike, an were preparing to leave the place, there was a lady that was coming down off of the mountain from fasting an prayer there...an some of the ladies at the bottom of the mountain got into a fight with her, accusing her of being a witch doc. an started beating her, an head-bumping her, till the lady fell to the ground where they kicked her, an took her belongings away from her, dancing around her, chanting, an yelling....it was all a bit scary to see, an we soon made our way back to our vehicle, thankful for the blood of Jesus that protects us from the warring spirits of the Devils kingdom.<br />
(Tuesday May 23rd) <br />
This morning Dad an Mom left around 6:30am. <br />
to go pick up our visitors from America at the airport in Nairobi.<br />
But today for me was a busy day, of cleaning all day, getting our house ready for visitors...cooking for the three bros, we were just around home this evening.<br />
I was very tired so I went to bed early.<br />
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(Wednesday May 24th) <br />
Today again I worked all day with cleaning, doing laundry, an cooking.<br />
In the evening since I was also getting ready for my trip to Uganda with two of my friends next week, I had to go get a yellow fever shot, an also get a bus ticket.<br />
I got more seizure meds, however, they were out of the kind I usually get. <br />
I got some pizza an brought it home for supper...(If you can call it pizza) <br />
We were all around home here all evening, finishing up last minute duties, an getting the laundry put away, an packing our bags, for our early morning trip to the Mara, where we are planning to meet Dad an Mom, an Calvin's family.<br />
(Thursday May 25th) <br />
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARON!!!!<br />
Today my brothers an I, left the house at 6:30am. all piled into our vehicle, an headed out for the mara, we were all excited since we were meeting Calvin's from our home church in America there for a day an a half of vacation.<br />
We drove all morning, arriving at the mara, around 11:30am. where we waited till they had our room cleaned, then we settled in, an unpacked, had lunch, an took naps, as Dad an mom with Calvin's were not arriving till later that afternoon, they were supposed to arrive around 3pm. so as to go on the evening game drive, but they ended up getting lost somewhere along the line, and not arriving till around 5pm. we had a good evening of catching up, talking nonstop, an celebrating Calvin's birthday at supper time, the people there went all out to celebrate Calvins birthday in real Kenyan fashion, it was a lot of noise for sure! banging on pots an clapping an shouting, an the main cook, playing some kind of "flute" which was a big kitchen utensil, an he was making the sound...needless to say it was quite an entertaining time, an one I don't think Calvin will forget right away.<br />
(Friday May 26th)<br />
Today was our full day at the Mara...in the morning the game drive started at 6:30am. <br />
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then it was back for breakfast, an after breakfast was just relaxing around the lodge, an the swimming pool, eating lunch, more relaxing, catching up on each others lives of the past year, an then the evening game drive at 3:30pm. which lasted till around dusk, then we all came back an took showers, an got ready for supper which started around 7:30-8:00pm (Kenyans eat supper late, often between 8:30-10:00pm.) then we sat around the big fire place in the main lodge area, talking an talking some more...then we went to bed as the morning game drive started again at 6:30am.</div>
We felt so lucky to be able to see the big five once again, there have been people there several times an not seen all of the big five, so we felt privileged to have seen the big five both times we have been there.<br />
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But while I'm thinking about Vacation, an visitors, an missionary life....there is a small thing I would like to talk about...something that has been spinning through my mind...you might read my blogs an wonder, "is that all they EVER do, is fun stuff an vacations! they are supposed to be missionaries!! they should be sacrificing their time!" first of all, if your a person that has had those thoughts about missionaries, first, I would be interested to know if you have ever been a long term missionary serving for a year or more at a foreign mission....I'm not asking that question to put missionaries on a level, or pedestal, above ones that have never done long-term foreign missions, not at all! I just have that question because I find it interesting that very, very rarely do I hear remarks made about how missionary's just vacation too much, an have "too much fun times" from people that have served on the mission field. simply because they "get it". they realize that missionaries also are human beings that need a break, that need to get away an relax, we are not super humans with halo's an furloughs, who don't need a rest because we are flying high through the sky on the wings of prayers. not at all. Then I wonder.....some question why, all I ever write is about all the fun stuff we once again did this week!? really? I try an keep a daily journal which you might know if you have been reading my updates at all...I try to give you an idea of what our weeks consist of...but I sometimes fear this already is too boring to even read! however, I do write about highlights that happen simply because, that's what a writer does, or should I write every little time someone was having a headache? or when we were feeling homesick? or what we ate for supper? No. I don't think you would enjoy hearing that at all either....but we have those rough times. we do. I just don't</div>
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feel like depressing people with that kind of reading material. Than I thought of other bloggers, or better yet, budget writers...what do they write about? yes, news, highlights, weddings, funerals, things that happened that week that made an impression! do I come to a conclusion that, from reading the budget... all that community ever does is travel, marry, an die... never mind the countless cookouts, an fellowship meals they have. I bet that's all they ever do!! No wonder the emails to our forgotten little missionary family are few!! Of course I don't conclude that. Of course I don't feel like that. I know you have jobs, an a normal life to take care of.<br />
Then I think of all the money, an material things you donate. We sincerely appreciate every little thing, more then you will ever, ever know.<br />
So I guess the reason I wrote this is to get you to think alittle from our perspective...an the next time you think, "they are not getting my support if they are just vacationing over there", please stop, an think if God ever feels that way about you? We are to be wise stewards of all God gives us.<br />
Don't make missionaries feel bad for writing about the fun times they have, or the vacation they took. we are humans too, we wear out, we get tired, we feel empty, but keep on giving....we feel similar things you feel, an go through at home. an I can promise you that you would think we are a depressed group of people, if missionaries would share every low time an every depressed thought, an every ordinary moment, with the people from home.<br />
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Because, I know when I was home I didn't share every Sunday my weeks struggles an disappointments, its not possible!<br />
So in short, give us a break! hahahaha! An if my updates are too boring beyond words...don't read them. I promise I wont be offended. in fact, that is what I love about blogs...they don't clutter your inbox in your email! if you read a blog it is because you had some spare time, an choose to read it. <br />
have a wonderful week,<br />
Love an Prayers,<br />
~Sylvia<br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-10091222476227037602017-05-23T01:36:00.000-07:002017-05-23T01:36:39.271-07:00An Anniversary, A Marriage Seminar, And Sickness...(Saturday May 13th) <br />
Today was a relaxed day...we all slept in late, except for Dad who almost always rises at the unrighteous hour of 6:30am. he went to he lake for some quiet time.<br />
When the rest of us got up, we did some chores around home...then at 12 noon I went to join the rest of the girls at the pool...we had a great time, especially with Charlene from Pa, going along as well, she is here to help Brian's over the time of language classes.<br />
I got home from the pool around 3:30pm. <br />
Mom an I made supper grilling some hot dogs over a fire, an with the chilly evening it felt good to sit around the small fire.<br />
After Dishon completed washing his vehicles, he also joined us for supper...then we sang some songs together, an Since we were going to Dean Miller's church in the morning, an Dishon was planning to go there too, an remain there with his family several days, he just stayed over night at our house, then went with us to church the following day.<br />
(Sunday May 14th) <br />
Today our family along with James And Christian went to Ugunja CBF church were Dean Miller's family is currently pastoring, but training James's in since they will be heading for home in Arkansas in several weeks, Dean's family has served here in Kenya for about 5 years now...<br />
So anyway, with the pastor rotation schedule it was Dads turn to preach there, so we were there with Dishon, an of course along with James's an Dean's family.<br />
Dad preached about David an Goliath, an how that with Gods help we can overcome any obstacle in life. one of his quotes, "The Israelites saw Goliath as too big to conquer, but David saw Goliath as too big to miss." Life is mostly about perspective, an Attitude. <br />
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We then had lunch at Dean Miller's .....it was late till we left there, then we went to see Dishons new house that he built in his homeland, were he plans to escape to over the violent election times.<br />
(Monday May 15th) <br />
Today I was sick in bed all day...vomiting, an aching all over, an a severe headache.<br />
So mom was left with the laundry.<br />
Dad went to pastors meeting along with the other pastors, today they made the drive out to where Dean miller's family live, an had their pastors meeting there today, to give Dean a break from the hour some drive he makes every Monday to Kisumu.<br />
In the evening Dishon was here for supper, an was excited as he found out he passed his exams for becoming a professional Doc. <br />
So that was exciting for him.<br />
(Tuesday May 16th) <br />
Today I was just here at home....I was still feeling weak.<br />
I cut out one dress, an then rested again...<br />
In the evening all us youth along with our youth leaders Joe an Glenda, took Carolyn out for a farewell supper, Rhoda also came joining us later with her two siblings Reuben an Rachel.<br />
We had a lovely evening an very good American like food.<br />
(Wednesday May 17th) <br />
Today Dad an Mom went to Bible Study...<br />
The boys were doing odd jobs around home.<br />
I was cooking for the bros, an doing some baking....I then went to Mama Kays shop to practice luo again, I had a good time with her an some of her children that were coming home from school.<br />
We were just at home in the evening....<br />
(Thursday May 18th) <br />
Today I was once again just cleaning around home. Mom was sewing.<br />
I tried working on the blog with out much success, the electric was of an on.<br />
I did some laundry.<br />
In the evening we had our unit prayer meeting at Wayne an Clara Yoder.<br />
We sang in the dark at times as the power flicked off an on again.<br />
It was a chilly rainy evening tonight.<br />
(Friday May 19th) <br />
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY Dad an Mom! <br />
Today Dad an mom went to some marriage seminar that Jakes church was having, Mom was having a topic there for the ladies...<br />
The rest of us were just at home, Steve was feeling sick today, after he finished welding in the hot scorching sun for several hours. I think he overheated, since he said he felt like puking.<br />
In the evening since Carolyn is now gone, an Rhoda was at the Mara with her visitors, our already small youth group was even smaller, so we just had spike ball on the lane, an a snack afterwards...Kori from Nakuru was here, an we ended up having a really good evening, with a lot of laughter, an a lot of laughter is the same as a really good time for me! haha<br />
And so ended another very usual week in Kenya.<br />
I don't have any pictures for this blog post, sorry!<br />
And with Calvin's coming to visit, I'm guessing the next post or two might come in abit late...I just want to enjoy every minute I can with Calvin's on their brief stay with us...we are so honored that they would come all the way over here to see us, an to allow us to show them our little life here.<br />
Anyway, have a good rest of the week.<br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller's Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-26969863750648052352017-05-22T10:22:00.003-07:002017-05-22T10:22:44.157-07:00A Graduation, A Farewell, And The School Picnic!(Saturday May 6th)<br />
Today Dad went to Nyakoko to take a very sick widow to the hospital, he was gone most of the day.<br />
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We did some cleaning an I walked to nakamatt to get some things to make pizza with for our supper.<br />
Dishon was here for supper once more.<br />
(Sunday May 7th) <br />
Today Dad an Mom along with Wayne left early an went to IC class.<br />
Wayne has now joined IC class so Dad gets to instruct his own son, along with some other youth, some young married, some widows, some widowers, an old, old, grandfathers all together.<br />
Dad an Stan had children's class, an a Bible story for all the orphan children that come to church.<br />
Then Dad had a message on obedience to Christ, an the church.<br />
The three bros went home an put some left over pizza in the oven for lunch, an after we drove some people home from church, we also came back to the compound.<br />
After lunch we all retired to our naps...<br />
In the evening Dad an Mom went to the lake to see the sunset.<br />
Some of us played spike ball on the lane.<br />
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Steve was busy getting some vehicles serviced.<br />
Dad was at pastors meeting most of the day.<br />
We were just at home in the evening...<br />
(Tuesday May 9th) <br />
Today I went with my friend Winnie to take some bank slip to her sisters school, which is about an hour from Kisumu, we had a great time traveling there together.<br />
unfortunately, the principle didn't allow us to see her sister faith who was doing some exams...so after paying for school fees we left again.<br />
traveling back, we ate lunch together, then I dropped her off at her work place again.<br />
It was a good day, an I enjoyed the experience...<br />
(Wednesday May 10th) <br />
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Today Dad an Mom went to Bible Study...the boys were working around the compound...welding...painting...all kinds of stuff.<br />
I was cleaning most of the day.<br />
In the evening I went for some luo classes at my friend Mamma Kays hair braiding shop.<br />
Then I also went walking on ring road.<br />
It was a good evening, with perfect temps.<br />
(Thursday May 11th) <br />
Today our whole family was working around home...<br />
Prayer meeting at our house was cancelled because of the school program at our house tomorrow evening.<br />
So George our gardener was busy trimming our hedges, cleaning the flower beds, an getting things looking good outside.<br />
Steve was painting our gate, Wayne was power washing off all the porches...and I was helping mom clean inside, Mom was doing some cooking for Friday.<br />
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Dad was in his office.<br />
In the afternoon I went with Janice an her two little girls to show them were the best fabric shops are, she wanted to buy her girls some fabric, as well as some for gifts.<br />
We were just at home in the evening...<br />
(Friday May 12th) <br />
Today was the last day of school! So we set up a tent at our house, for the school program an supper...So at 1pm. all the school children came to our house for story time with "baba" as everyone calls my Dad.<br />
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Then after that, we all went over to Jakes house (Families included) an there, Jake split us all into 4 groups, an we had a mammoth treasure hunt, with the "prize" being the last stop at Nakamatt were the men had to buy each of the women an girls a rose, then see who could be back at again at Jakes house first. my group wasn't the first, but we had a lot of fun along the way...<br />
After that they had sack races, an balancing a water balloon on a spoon held in their mouth, an eating watermelon with out using their hands, an all kinds of cool stuff like that.<br />
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Then the school children all went home to clean up, for the last part of the day. The school program. After the program. we also had a farewell for Carolyn, one of the school teachers, as well as, a graduation party for Weston Miller, as he has now graduated from high school.</div>
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Then of course we had supper together, with lots of yummy food, an cake, an even banana splits.</div>
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After supper we youth played some volley ball, an also some spike ball.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stacy made this cute African themed cake for Weston's Graduation</td></tr>
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Blessings on each of your week! Lets stand together in prayer, against the enemy...<br />
~Sylvia <br />
For The Miller'sMiller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-64352987111028016462017-05-09T09:40:00.002-07:002017-05-09T09:40:44.589-07:00Chickens Die, Thieves Check Our Doors, Unit Meeting And Orientation(Saturday April 29th) <br />
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Today the youth girls had planned to go swimming but we woke up to cold rainy weather, it seemed like a chilly, fall day back home!<br />
Needless to say the swimming was cancelled an we slept in, staying in our warm beds as long as possible....then we had a late brunch.<br />
In the afternoon I took Wayne to town to buy some shoes.<br />
Then late afternoon to evening my friend Winnie was on a visit to the compound, an then, when the visit was over I drove her home, I was at her house for a while talking, drinking chia, an enjoying being with Faith her sister before she returns back to school.<br />
(Sunday April 30th)<br />
Today we all went to church early with Dad, an we really enjoyed our new vehicle, thanks to the mission for allowing us to buy another one after the other engine was ruined.<br />
We picked up Dishon at Rabour church, as he wanted to go with us, Dad had IC class...we also had two visiting youth guys from Aroba church, Rodgers, an Felix come to visit, so Felix had devotions, an Dishon ended up preaching for us, so dad got a little break for once.<br />
We got back home, had our lunch, an retired to our naps...it was cold an rainy again this evening...we were just around home, an ended up going to bed early...since the dreaded chicken butchering was scheduled for 6am. the next morning.<br />
(Monday May 1st) <br />
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Happy May everyone!<br />
Today started with a crash at 5am. for my brother Steve...then it was off to the place where butchering was held at, to set everything up, so things were ready to start butchering at 6am. when everyone else came to help with the task of butchering 200+ chickens!<br />
This time Mom an I were on to make breakfast, so our morning consisted of cleaning up the house from the weekend, an making food for all the hungry people after butchering was over with.<br />
We had biscuits an sausage gravy with scrambled eggs, then fruit an dessert was brought by others.<br />
The butchering finally finished at 11am. everyone ate, then we cleaned up an did dishes till around 1pm. then the day was almost shot already, so we took short naps....And in the later afternoon I went with my friend Winnie to buy fabric at the Muslim fabric shops, she wanted to buy some fabric, an also needed to buy some school things for her sisters. Then I took her home, it was a good afternoon an evening....an so concluded another Monday.<br />
(Tuesday May 2nd) <br />
Today I did all our laundry...Mom was sewing most of the day. <br />
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Dad was out with some of our church people, various church issues summoned him for a day of visiting, rebuking, an encouraging.<br />
In the afternoon I worked on the blog some...<br />
Then Wycliffe a youth guy from Rabour an his sister Sue came to visit us, staying the rest of the afternoon, an for supper....so everything else was on hold, an that is okay, we are learning to be flexible when visitors arrive.<br />
In the evening Dad an Mom an the three boys with most of the rest of the compound went to Josephs to see some slides, an videos of last time election riots in Kenya.<br />
I decided to stay at home an work on the blog some more.<br />
That evening, Some thieves decided it was time to check out our compound again...They climbed in over our hedge row, where a section of the bushes died after a car crashed into them, then they pulled one of Brian's chairs from their porch so the exit with the "goodies" could be more successful.<br />
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They then went to a house on the compound where some Kenyans are living in, an found a window unlocked, an broke the glass an entered, an while the family slept they took the TV, an anything else that suited their fancy, even some trousers an shirts were scattered around outside, where they were looking for anything of value. <br />
Everyone else was sleeping in the compound, even the guard grew tired of his watch, an with his door to his little guard shack almost closed an the radio playing he didn't hear hardly anything!<br />
Then after a robber climbed several of the poles where we had camera's on, an bent the camera's down to the ground, so as not to be caught in the act, they continued to Wayne's house, Wayne woke up to the back door alarm going off, then the front door alarm went off soon after, an so he jumped out of bed, an pulled aside the curtain in the dining room, where the window is facing the front door, an there is a man, in only his trousers, fingering his front door, inspecting the wire meshing, an seeing his best way of entering, he never saw Wayne watching him look at his door, but Wayne went an started their security alarm, an got dressed an by the time they were outside, everyone was gone, an the thieves jumped the hedge row, an left with their goodies...we thank God that it wasn't worse, an feel sorry for our neighbors that got targeted this time, we know how unsettling it is!<br />
Our family was really proud of our dog, he was going crazy out in our yard, barking an raising the biggest fuss, then soon after we heard Wayne's alarm go off. So we are glad for the security that a big dog brings to our compound. <br />
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It was also a good reminder to keep things locked tight at night. <br />
(Wednesday May 3rd) <br />
Today Dad an Mom went to Bible study like usual...The rest of us were just at home, doing our jobs.<br />
Dad an Mom got back late, so we were just at home...in the evening we all packed our bags an were busy getting ready to leave for Nakuru in the morning.<br />
(Thursday May 4th) <br />
This morning all the missionaries in the Kisumu compound packed up an made the long trek to Nakuru for the bi-monthly unit meeting, as well as orientation the following day, for three new families that have arrived, two of which are from our compound, Brian Mast's an James Barkmen's.<br />
Jonny Zook's from Greenville are the new family in Nakuru, an with his brother Tony Zook working for CAM an living fairly close, I'm sure they will enjoy "Family times," that most of us only dream of having.<br />
We reached Nakuru around noon, an made a KFC/Java House stop for lunch, then headed on out to the compound.<br />
It was really nice to leave later in the day instead of 5:30am. for Nakuru how we usually do.<br />
We started our meeting around 1:30pm an it lasted till around 5pm. <br />
Then we had supper, an after supper us youth went to the CAM warehouse an played volleyball.<br />
It was a good long day.<br />
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(Friday May 5th) </div>
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We dismissed around 1pm. we had lunch, an most left shortly afterwards, arriving home around dark, an just in time to unpack an go to bed early.<br />
An so was another week that flew by in a flurry...an who can believe that it has been 15 months now since we saw home an family!? time flies when your having fun I guess...<br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-35926007784390247372017-05-08T06:02:00.001-07:002017-05-08T06:02:27.071-07:00A Visit To The Orphanage, Annual Youth Meetings, Locked Into A Pharmacy!(Saturday April 22nd) <br />
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Today I took two of Mark Webb's daughters, April an Audrey shopping in Kisumu, usually our social worker Stacy does that, but she was gone today so Rissa an I took them shopping, then we took them to the orphanage over lunch time to help feed the babies there...that was so much fun again...I always get such a sad lonely ache in my heart seeing those perfect little babies that someone rejected! It makes me want to take all my money that I have an start an orphanage too! Even as I type that out I know it sounds totally irrational, an it probably is...but dreaming never hurt anyone.<br />
Anyway, after that we went back to the compound, over lunch time, then in the afternoon I again took them out, I took them to the fabric stores, an also to an interesting market, we had fun exploring, an even had some interesting cultural experiences, an that always makes me happy!<br />
On the other hand, Dad an mom were out with some of our church people remudding the small storage house that we store our church things in...the mud walls were cracking, an falling apart, so they mixed water, mud, an manure an filled in the big cracks along the mud wall on the outside.<br />
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In the evening, Richard an Janet came for supper...they are good friends of ours, an I have frequently mentioned them in my posts...as the ex-Muslim converts, they have been convicted of living together, an not being married, so Richard has been paying the promised dowry to Janet's Father, an brought them a cow, as part of the payment...be that as it may, they now have a July wedding planned, an want Dad to have the message...an all of us children will be in the bridle party, I cant imagine how it will all go...since this will be an all out Kenyan wedding, not conducted by CBF. <br />
But I'm excited about it anyway, I'm sure you will be hearing more about this wedding, once I have pictures an stories to fill you in on...<br />
(Sunday April 23rd)<br />
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Today I was sick an ended up staying home from church...<br />
After the rest got home from church they went to meet Richard an his 5 other groomsmen to be measures for the suits for the wedding...they said it was quite interesting, trying to get suits for 8 groomsmen, the bridle party will be a small army with 8 guys an 8 girls an the couple, but the best part was, when my brothers came home, looking more then alittle shocked, saying, "Sylvia, the suits are bright blue!" all I could do was laugh...welcome to Kenya anyway, where "the brighter the better" is most peoples clothing go-to-style.<br />
In the evening everyone went to Joe an Glenda's house for a unit activity, Merl Beachy an his wife Sue are visiting Kenya after having served here many years ago, while they were serving in Kenya they served many, many years, an know the culture an people so very well.<br />
So even though I wasn't able to go to the activity, I heard Merl gave a topic, then of course the usual Mennonite style, food an fellowship followed. <br />
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(Monday April 24th )</div>
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Today I woke up feeling some better but still weak.</div>
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however, we did have the Mark Webb family, as well as, Merl an his wife Sue over for lunch.</div>
So my morning consisted of cleaning up around home here, while mom did most of the cooking. <br />
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I sewed basically the rest of the afternoon...In the evening some of us played spike ball on the lane.<br />
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(Tuesday April 25th) </div>
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Today was the annual youth meetings...they were being held at Kajulu CBF church...it was a good day with obviously a lot of youth there, I so much enjoyed seeing a lot of my friends whom I had not seen for several months.</div>
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An of course the Kenyan lunch was a highlight for me...good ugali, beef, skuma, an rice was all part of the yumminess...its crazy how I now crave Kenyan food. Its the best! (once you get used to it.)</div>
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The day went well, other then the service ending an hour late, but at least lunch was on time by then, so it all balances out somehow...after lunch was some volley-ball, then some of us went on a hike, to a big stone quarry, that was really interesting.</div>
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Then it was to say good bye to all those dear friends again.<br />
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(Wednesday April 26th) </div>
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Today Dad an Mom went to Bible study...But before they left Kisumu they went down town to buy some medication for a sick lady from our church.</div>
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Upon arriving in Kisumu, things were astir with the primary elections just done on Tuesday, an results still sketchy.</div>
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Anyway, before they knew what happened, people were running an screaming, an dashing around trying to find a safe place, as rioters an protestors came surging down main street, thankfully Dad an Mom had just stepped inside the pharmacy when the chaos started on the outside, people started pouring into the small pharmacy, wide-eyed, an out of breath from running to shelter...the owners of the shop quickly locked the doors in place an secured the bars over the windows an doors, an everyone waited inside, as the mobbing, an screaming, throwing things, an burning tires, continued outside. thankfully they soon passed on to another destination to create chaos, an the people inside the pharmacy ran for a more permanent shelter, or to their homes if possible...Dad an Mom got to their vehicle, thanking God that the tires were not slashed, an raced on home...trying to avoid streets with burning tires, an stones placed across the road, where there were more rioters. </div>
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they returned to the safety of the compound, an everyone was ordered to stay inside the remainder of the day.</div>
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We thanked God for bringing them home safely...</div>
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Bible study's were canceled in most churches, an everyone sat tight inside their homes...Pray for Kenya their presidential elections are in Aug. an it seems it could become quite chaotic, but we trust in God.</div>
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(Thursday April 27th) </div>
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Today Dad an Steve along with Jake Gingerich flew to Nairobi to see about getting a new vehicle for our family, since we were down to an old clunker of a van, ever since our patrol was ruined by oil leak.</div>
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They were gone all day today an plan to return on Friday.</div>
Mom, Stan, wayne, an I were all at home, left to complete our duties around the compound.<br />
Mom was sewing an cutting out dresses...I was just doing odd jobs around home.<br />
In the evening there was prayer meeting at Joe an Glenda's house...to our surprise our luo teacher from Nairobi also attended, she comes whenever there are new replacements on the compound to teach them the Luo. She has become a dear friend to all of us...<br />
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(Friday April 28th) </div>
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Today Dad an Steve were still in Nairobi, so the rest of us were at home....I went to my friend Janets house and picked her up, as well as some of her brides maids, as we were planning to go pick out some fabric for the wedding dresses...but it ended up being so chaotic to try an get all of the ladies together, that I dropped them off at the fabric shops an gave Janet my money an told her to just get me what ever she gets for the rest...I was so tired of all the stress an chaos, plus I had to return Brian Mast's van that I was using, I had only asked to have it several hours...I left the compound at 9:30am since I was picking up Janet at 10am. an by the time I dropped some of them off at the fabric shops, it was 12:30pm. so I came home, an at around 4:30 Janet called an said that she had just returned home...I cant imagine the ordeal of all agreeing on a fabric an color. </div>
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Anyway, Kenyan ways never cease to amaze me! (There is much more drama I could fill you in on this day of rounding up 8 bridesmaids...some of who told us they were waiting for us to pick them up, then were never even there yet, an others who were on time, but got tired of waiting an went back home...but I will leave all that since my blog is already too lengthily.) </div>
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Tonight the youth had volley ball, on the lane...with most of the pastors helping for the one game, an it ended up being quite a highlight!<br />
then some spike ball, an a snack on the lane ended another nice Friday in Kenya!<br />
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An that's all I have for this post!</div>
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We are praying for you Marcus an Becky along with your precious little son, may you feel Gods presence very near during this trying time.</div>
-Sylvia <br />
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*Laugh of my week: Someone told Dad that he looks exactly like Trump, if only he had more hair on his head! hahahah!</div>
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Of course Dad's self image/self esteem has sky rocketed since then...an he is spending most of his missionary salary, on trying out various puffy-fluffy, pale, blonde-ish wigs, an looking for an "orange tinted" tanning lotion... you gotta earn respect from your church people somehow! an a missionary pastor never waits on a second chance...its not every day that the president an you are complete look alikes!! So we are enjoying the benefits from this prime opportunity, that happened by our way.</div>
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-15660491186888405442017-04-26T08:07:00.001-07:002017-04-26T09:55:52.413-07:00Annual Ministers Meetings, Visiting A Coffee Plantation, An The Kenyan President Visits Kisumu!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzCxjQYZzM4/WQDF0j5Pv6I/AAAAAAAAC10/4xobAs9ULTUosG0Vuix5IdPJBpHNvuFyQCK4B/s1600/IMG_0052%2B%255B148227050%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a>What the thump! time for yet another update...I've been so terrible with my updates as far as writing goes the last while....but I again wrote an update this time...I thought there wasn't much of anything to write about till I started writing an realized how much had actually happened the last week an a half.<br />
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Today our family had planned to go to the workplace were Victor works to tour it an also to take some Bibles to them to distribute to the workers.<br />
Its a massive farm of around 600 acers that a rich lady from Nairobi owns, they have beef cows, orchards, an gardens, as well as a high class school on the farm.<br />
So it was interesting to see what all goes on there, an like most things in Kenya it all takes time, so it ended up taking a bigger chunk out of our day...but we were happy for the experience.<br />
We were just at home tonight, I made some pizza, an we all relaxed an prepared ourselves for the big day tomorrow.<br />
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Today was a big Sunday at our church in Nyakoko...<br />
First it was Easter Sunday...we had communion, we had a youth guy that has been in instruction class for several years finally being baptized, we had a excommunicated brother restored to full membership.<br />
my friends Victor an Winnie came to visit our church again...<br />
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Joseph an Becky along with their "daughter" Rhoda also came, since Joseph is the Bishop at our church.<br />
After the service, we all went home for lunch, Victor decided to stay for lunch with us.<br />
Steve was at home sick all day, he was having a bout of sickness that lasted a week, an saw him 10lb lighter afterwards...it seemed like a deep congested chest cold an fever of some kind.<br />
In the evening I went to the Lake with Winnie an her sister Faith who is home from school right now. We had a grand time watching the sunset an spending time with Faith who is usually at school.<br />
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Today was supposed to be a holiday, so most business places were closed.<br />
I was just working around home in the forenoon.<br />
then because my friend Winnie thought she was going to have the day off for the holiday an then found out last minute that she wouldn't be having a holiday at all.<br />
I decided to take her lunch to her work place, an also some flowers...we had a really good time.<br />
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(Tuesday April 18th) <br />
Today was a school field trip...an since my Dad is the principle an was in charge of getting together a fun day, we of course went to a place he also found interesting...a coffee place.<br />
At this coffee place they basically raise the coffee seeds in a green house, till they are seedlings, then at around 6 months to a year old, they then sell them to local farmers, who plant them an raise coffee beans to in turn bring to their coffee mill to be hulled an shipped all over the world.<br />
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Rhoda an I promptly left again after coming home, since we both had an appointment at the dentist to check upon our braces...we both got braces since we are over here, since the price was so much cheaper then at home, so we kinda weather out our aches an pains of the braces life together.</div>
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But while we were in town, we soon noticed the roads were being blocked off here an there, an police an soldiers were everywhere, so we took to the back streets but continued our way to Java house, since we heard the President of Kenya was set to drive through Kisumu on his way to a festival somewhere, so after we were finished at Java House we went up to Acacia which is a restaurant on top of java house that gives you a birds eye view of Kisumu town, we hope to see the president from there, but by the time we reached there, we had only just missed it, an only saw the last part of his motorcade pass by, with lots of shiny new government vehicles passing by, an load after load of soldiers, to protect the president in the middle of a "rival tribe" city.<br />
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Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-72682672187030530292017-04-19T01:43:00.001-07:002017-04-19T01:43:42.261-07:00April 8th - April 15th ~ Random Picture Post~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had a fish fry for some of our friends...here my friend Winnie an Millicent an I are washing dishes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angela having a good time at church...but she was abit disturbed with the "dirt on the floor" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Winnie (In oink) an my friend Leah (with small child on her lap) visiting our church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The one Sunday I visited Lela church where JoeAllen an his wife pastor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Carolyn also goes to Lela church with Joe's...she is one of the school teachers here...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ladies cooking for the hard workers...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">rice coming right up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad an mom helping with clean-up...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday evening prayer meeting we had special singing groups...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also had a welcome for the newest members of our unit....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us youth went to play with the slum children instead of volley ball Friday night...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad preaching about the crucifixion on Sunday... </td></tr>
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<br />Miller family Kisumu, Kenyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570077251921272708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446400503789188181.post-145521021541273202017-04-12T07:45:00.000-07:002017-04-12T07:45:26.131-07:00 A Father/Son Camping Trip, Widows An Orphans, An A Bowl Of Rice...(Saturday April 1st) <br />
Wow! do I even remember how to write a blog?! I guess we will see...<br />
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Today the three bros left Fairly early for a Saturday morning, an since there is a shortage in vehicles here on the compound they took public transport an went out to where Dean Miller's family is living (Mark Beachy's former house) taking public transport in its self is a expirence, those loud booming with music, old rattle trap vans that are stuffed to seam ripping point with smelly people, most looking depressed.<br />
I do need to insert a little story about my brother Wayne while I think of it....So Wayne reportedly went with one of those old loud vans to some place or another.., an he said that the van was even older then usual, an as he sat in his seat he could see the pavement through the floor of the van, kind of a cool feature for a van to have, but also kinda scary... then he said when he went to exit the van, the sliding door fell out with him, I don't know any details concerning how exactly the door fell off, but we will blame the old van by all means, I'm fairly certain the opening of the door was big enough...but there's always that chance...?<br />
anyway, they went out to spend some time with Deans boys Weston, an his two younger brothers.<br />
they reported a jolly good time, of hiking, eating good food, an a sleep over.<br />
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In the meantime, I went swimming with Rhoda, Carolyn, an Stacy, then did some shopping around town...in the afternoon/evening Dad an Mom went on a date..so that left me at home alone just chilling out with myself, was a very relaxing Saturday for sure.<br />
(Sunday April 2nd) <br />
So today the twins were still with Deans visiting their church out there...I thought it would be a great chance for me to visit another church as well since the brothers were gone anyway, so I went with Carolyn to her church, CBF Lela is the name of it. it was a great Sunday, an amazing to see how other peoples church services go...it was quite different for me to see such a small group of people, since our church is a lot bigger, with tons of little children.<br />
We then went to Carolyn's house for a yummy lunch, an then naps.<br />
Dad an Mom were left to go to church alone.<br />
They had prep, services for communion Sunday after this next.<br />
In the evening, Carolyn an I went walking...it was a beautiful evening an a gorgeous sunset. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A day at Jennifer's Garden....Wayne doing what he loves best...</td></tr>
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(Monday April 3rd) <br />
Today started with a crash after a relaxing weekend...Laundry...cleaning...an baking.<br />
Moms arm is slowly but surely getting better, I think she is finding out that, that wrist will never be the same as before, with that steel plate in there she cant bend it like her other hand. also some days are still very painful...but we have much to be thankful for!<br />
The twins were working around the compound...changing light bulbs...working on the volley ball lights...graveling a newly leveled area...an on an on...seems there is always something to be done around here. I wish they would expound more to you all on what their life really consists of, but they "Don't have time for such things." <br />
In the evening we were just at home, I went walking on ring road.<br />
(Tuesday April 4th) <br />
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Today I was around town most of the day, trying to find my seizure meds, as the chemist where I was getting them quite stocking them, I actually (with the help of my awesome father) found some cheaper but still the same kind further down the road, so that was awesome! I didn't want to change anything with my meds since I haven't been having seizures for quite some time now...Praise the Lord! I feel like I have my life back again, to a certain extent.<br />
So after waiting for a long time at the hospital, I ended up being in town till around 4:30pm. I also had other things to pick up in town, but then I came home rested abit then went walking again this evening... yeah pretty much my favorite unwinding is to go out an walk ring road, there is always something interesting to see!<br />
Dad made a trip out to one of the churches with his piki, we hold our breath an pray when ever he goes out, but God kept him safe...I even got to rip-around town with him this morning, searching for a chemist that carried my meds...I must say I probably enjoy getting rides on his motor bike, more then what my mother likes to see, since motor bike, an death, mean about the same to her these days...poor dear!<br />
(Wednesday April 5th) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chill zone....The girl in the blue dress is Carolyn, a friend of mine, an school teacher.</td></tr>
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Today our whole family got ourselves together an went to Bible Study, only today we had a clean-up at our church instead of normal Bible study...we all got together with tools an shovels an wheelbarrows an cleaned up around the church, which consisted of hand slashing the grass...trimming trees an bushes, an digging along the side of the church lane to build up the washed out dirt from the rains...also we ladies pumped an pumped water from the well, to dump on our church floor, since it is all a fine dust an gets very dusty, we were dumping water on the ground to help with the dust...as I sloshed my way from the well, back to the church with yet another bucket of water...I couldn't help but think of our carpet sanctuary at home, an our tile flooring in the kitchen...seems like a different world at home somehow...Anyway, after hours of hard work in the hot sun, the church ladies an Mom had made rice an beans over open fires...the people loved it! many saying that they only get to eat rice on Christmas day because its more expensive then buying Ugali flour, I sat there in the grass eating my lunch, an feeling guilty for all the times I have complained about having to eat rice yet again....here it was a treat for these poor people. <br />
We then cleaned up the dishes getting water from the pump an washing them in plastic bowls on the ground...then when things were finally finished an people started to leave, we also packed up all the tools we had brought an got into our old beater van an started our way home...we all came home an showered an rested abit, then we went to KFC for supper...it was a nice way to end a hard day of work.<br />
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(Thursday April 6th) <br />
Today we were all just working around home...<br />
in the evening it was prayer meeting at Brian's house for the first time for them...we enjoyed our evening, even if the rains came falling in torrents on the tin roof, an we couldn't hear each other talking so we all waited for the rain to subside, it was chilly an windy, an like usual the electric only lasted so long before it blinked an went dark for remainder of the evening.<br />
Today was also filled with food prep. an packing bags, as the fathers an their sons left for a camping trip to Jennifer's Garden's....you all know how my father enjoys camping! NOT! but he was a good sport.<br />
(Friday April 7th) <br />
This morning the fathers an their sons were up bright an early an left for the hour an a half drive to Jennifer's Garden's, arriving an unpacking, then to have it start to rain around 4:30pm an rain off an on most of their stay...lets say Dad wasn't any more convinced... that camping was for fun, an not torture, upon his return, then he was before he left.<br />
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In the meantime, Becky Host. had a nice time planned for the temporary widows here on the compound...in the forenoon they all did their various cleaning duties at home, then in the afternoon, they all gathered at the house that is empty an waiting for the new arrivals next Tuesday. an made use of the empty house, by each one bringing her sewing machine an they had a sewing day there...cutting out dresses, sewing dresses, veils, etc. I had been sewing in the forenoon, an so I decided to take advantage of the quietness in the house an just chilled, it was so relaxing an refreshing! in the evening we all went to KFC for supper...it was interesting to see the wide eyes of surprise as all these white ladies an their children made their way into the restaurant, we then took our food to a park behind the restaurant...it was a nice evening, upon returning home, we all resumed our sewing duties, an some of us who were not fond of staying in our houses by ourselves with the men gone, all slept somewhere or another in the big empty house that is waiting for the replacement family that is coming to replace Dean Miller's.<br />
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it was one big slumber party, an the next morning the single girls made a brunch for everyone, an after brunch the ones of us who wanted to, all went swimming till around 2pm. so much fun in such a short time was just amazing!<br />
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after swimming though we all got home an faced various realities...those of cleaning up camping gear...scrubbing black pots from camping fires...airing out soggy sleeping bags...an washing cloths that reeked of smoke....why do we go put ourselves through that when we have perfectly comfortable beds at home?! yeah. you might have guessed, I'm a tiny bit related to my father on this issue...anyway, after unpacking we all got ready for an early bed time. (Sorry I kinda cut into some Saturday happenings in my Friday here...so you might hear alittle about this day on next weeks post.)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Precious little family, came a long way to see us! an we are honored! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's always that one sibling...who makes taking family pictures, way longer then it should!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Girl time...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Amazing sister...how I miss you dear!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angela wanted to be in the picture too...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Driving through the tea fields on our way home...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many tea pickers in the Nandi hills....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carolyn was also invited to go along, an thanks to her for taking our family pictures...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The big man Wayne...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know I put a lot of pictures of Angela on here, but when you love someone so much they are just so fun to take pictures of!!!</td></tr>
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