Chris’ time in Kenya is almost done. He’ll be home in three days. To be honest, I’ve never looked forward to something so much in my life. Thursday couldn’t come soon enough. Having him gone has been extremely difficult this time around.
I have no idea why. Perhaps my fragile emotional state has something to do with being pregnant.
But when I saw the pictures and read the stories of where they went today, I knew that God had put him on this trip for a purpose. I’ve traveled with Compassion before and seen poverty, but I’ve never in my life seen anything like what he saw today.
I’m not sure how I would have reacted to what they experienced today if I had been there. (Especially considering how easily I cry these days.) But I’m so thankful that he was there. Because seeing those photos is heartbreaking. But seeing my husband in that place brings it so much closer to home.
The Mathare Valley should not be real. But it is. Chris was there.