Saturday night was the big Christmas Party with Omar's 2 families. I was nervous and overwhelmed and excited and it was great.
The big boys loved trying out our dance game, which was hilarious to watch.
Justin Zahor got his first set of wheels.
Mahil sparkled in high style...African style.
The teenage girls watched the wedding across the street dreamily.
Bibi (grandmother) seemed to really enjoy herself, dancing to the wedding music, laughing, talking to me about her 12 children. She got all solemn for the picture though.
Maryamu, Mama Huntah, Azia.
The 2 Justins
Shemsa and Sabra. Avery calls Shemsa "Shrimpsa".
Spider Swinging
Some of the children eating dinner...fish curry and rice and homemade bread and butter and Christmas cookies and brownies.
Best of all, when Omar finally showed up himself, merely 2 hours late, we ate and then got to share the Christmas story, including the why of Jesus' birth and the final results of it here on earth. Everyone seemed to enjoy the story a lot. Afterwards, Omar asked where he could read the story himself (at which time he was presented with his very own copy of the "Injili" (New Testament)). Then, he asked for 2 more copies. Praising God with us?
We spent Sunday relaxing and doing a little fishing/snorkeling, but we had one more matter of unfinished business...Babu (Grandfather). Monday I went to his house but he wasn't home. I gave his wife the gifts and told her the story of Christmas, but she was not the ONE God had laid on my heart a month or two ago. I couldn't find him in his field either, so I went home and had to trust God for this one...we were headed out first thing Wednesday for Christmas in Kenya.
Tuesday morning dawned sweaty and bright with homeschool and packing yet to be done. Justin takes off for business and my work is interrupted by a knock on the gate...it was HIM! Babu had heard the crazy white lady was looking for him and he came. We sat on the front porch and there I poured my heart out to him in my broken Swahili. How I believed God had given him such long life so that he could hear God's final name. Here they believe God has 99 names (the Merciful, the Holy, etc.) but that no-one knows his final 100th name. I was able to take that and explain that we know the "final" name...the ONE that saves.
We discussed back and forth a few things. I did not understand everything he said, but we seemed to make a way and he was open and happy the whole time. Praising GOD! Pray for these seeds planted to grow and flourish and someday bring fruit for God's harvest!




