Hi from Kenya, December 2010

Hi from Kenya,

The mercies of God, what a theme for my song,

O I never could number them o’er;

They’re more than the stars in the heavens above

Or the sand on the wave beaten shore.

For mercies so great, what return can I make,

For mercies so constant and sure?

I’ll love him, I’ll serve Him with all that I have,

As long as my life shall endure.

Well, this has been some week:

The safe arrival of our ninth grandchild: John Wesley to Nathan and Rachel in Zambia. He weighed 7 lbs. 13 oz. What a blessing that the rogham injection is available there, as John was their fifth RH + baby. Rachel is RH negative. Mother and baby are fine, and were home within twelve hours from going to the hospital.

Two years ago today, Dad had his stroke. He is doing better, but has a good ways to go yet with his speech, though he does teach in deaf church just about every Sunday a.m. and Wednesday night.

This morning, many folk were out of church due to it being closing day at camp at Karogoto, where they had gone. Pastor Harrison was there, so Papa preached. We were just about to close our deaf class when I was called to go to the church. Mama was sitting in front, kinda in a stupor, a far away look on her face. Her face pulled some to one side. Papa was sure she had a stroke. He called Dr. Macharia, who came right away. Mama pulled him down to her and whispered in his ear, “I had to have a problem so that you would come to church.” He told her to not talk, but she kept making “wise cracks,” and looked so much like her daddy. Dr. Macharia had her taken to the hospital across the street and gave her an injection to stop swelling in her brain. Within 1 ½ hours she was being taken to Nairobi with Papa, Pastor James driving. They should be there by now.

Admin note: (Mama Fields is now recovering.)

Tuesday we went up to make reservations for Steve and friends to go to the Ark. We took Papa and Mama out to eat up there for their Anniversary the last of the month, since we will be gone to Israel then, Lord willing. I had called Charles Nderitu to make reservations, the only problem being I had two Charles Nderitu’s on my phone: one is with our fellowship, the other associated with the Ark. By mistake I called the wrong one to say we would be there in one hour for lunch. By the time we finished the meal I got a phone call from the OTHER Charles, saying they had prepared lunch for us and wondered where we were. I felt SOOOOO bad. We had such a good time. I am so glad we were able to go. The day was SO special.

Will be in touch.

Sandy for us both