So Sick of Hospitals

So I thought I was all done traveling to see doctors to figure out was exactly was wrong with me but that wasn’t exactly the case…. This past Saturday I woke up in the morning with a huge bruise on my arm where they drew blood… I thought it was really strange because I hadn’t had my blood drawn in 5 days and my arm was fine prior to that day. As time passes I noticed what looked like three scratch marks coming from the vein…I didn’t recall getting scratched so I texted my aunt a photo and called Melody….

They both seemed very concerned so I rushed to Melody’s house to figure out a plan to see if I needed more medical treatment (I was hoping the answer was no).  But that wasn’t the case… after calling a few of our medical friends we figured out that my vein was infected. I wasn’t sure what exactly that meant but it didn’t sound very good to me…

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We called Richard and Helen and said we needed to go to Eldoret AGAIN!! And now if possible, at this point my arm was starting to have a dull throbbing pain to it. It was shooting all the way from my shoulder on down. And the lines and the bruise became much worse! I was starting to get very concerned that it would progress into a blood infection if it wasn’t taken care of soon. Helen showed up an hour later ready to go with Richard. I hopped in the car and bunkered down for another to hour car ride…oh joy! Thankfully Richard wanted to go to Eldoret just as much as I did and was driving like a CRAZY KENYAN! We were off roading to get around trucks, passing people with the other lane of traffic almost hitting us, honking like crazy, and traveling at 100 KPM which is about 62 MPH, which in Kenya is super fast (people normally travel around 37 MPH here). I was holding on for dear life while trying not to worry about how bad my arm hurt.

We finally got to Eldoret in record time, and hour and ten minutes to be exact! And went to see the doctor. It was after hours so we had to see the general clinic doctor on duty. Funny thing about Kenya…they use Kings English here so some of the words are a little different that they use in America… one of them being Casualty for the clinic….I found this extremely amusing because many of you know that casualty means victim  or fatality.

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I told Mama Helen the definition in America and she found it extremely funny! I joked with her that we should go to a different doctor where I won’t die by walking into a room! They really need to change that don’t you think?

We finally got into the “death count” room and got to see the doctor. She examined my arm and was very concerned, she asked me a ton of questions, as in; how was I feeling, did I have a fever, did I feel dizzy, on a scale of one to ten how bad was the pain, when did it start, what were the exact times I got my blood drawn, and were all the needles sterile.  I proceeded to answer all her questions and she looked over my arm with a fine toothed comb. She gave me the good news I wanted to hear that it wasn’t a blood infection ( praise The Lord), and if it was I wouldn’t be walking by now because of how much time had passed sense getting my blood drawn. She said it was merely an infected vain most likely caused by irritation of being pricked three times in a row in the same arm. She gave me a prescription for a very expensive antibiotic and an anti-inflammatory that I had to take for ten days straight! I seriously hate taking medicine.

We were on our way home finally! I was praying for that to be my last doctor’s visit. Being sick in a third world country is the worst! I’m just so thankful it wasn’t something more serious. God has me under His wing, protecting me and guiding me on this journey. I am so grateful for all He is doing in my life! I keep telling people this but I seriously am NEVER COMING HOME. I am trying to figure out a way that I HAVE to stay….maybe losing my passport will service…or maybe something more drastic like marring a Kenyan…HAHA THAT would be a hilarious phone call to my mom;) Keep me in your prayers! Sending you all so much love! Thank you for all your encouragement and support!




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So glad you are ok! No one wants to go to the “casualty” room…haha!

Say Hello To Alfred


Bright beyond his years. Compassionate. Determined

 Alfred is the kind of little boy you are just drawn to. His smile is so bright and warm and his word are so wise. He cares immensely for the relationships in his life and peruses people with fierce love. He is a born leader and inspiration to so many. He will go further than the moon in life.

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Before moving into the orphanage  Alfred lived in the slums with his older bother and his twin sister. Both his parents had perished when he was very young. His older brother is married and has children of his own so Alfred and his sister were thought of a burden on him and his family. Alfred was forced to work at home and mostly picked through the trash for food. he didn’t have time for education as much and often missed school. His brothers family was always put first and Alfred often went hungry.  Now that he is in the orphanage he can go to school and learn. He is able to live happily with  his twin sister in the orphanage where he gets fed every day and can play and be a carefree boy! His life is changed forever!photo 1 (15)

What do you like most about being in the orphanage?

I like that I am able to learn and better my life through education and help my friends. 

Do you miss anything about your life before?

I miss nothing, I am so happy with my life now and it’s all because of my sponsor.

Do you feel different now that you are living at the orphanage?

I have time to do my studies now and to learn, and time to read the bible. Where as before I didn’t even have basic needs.

Name some things specifically you like about living in the orphanage.

I like to play with cars, and do devotions every night to worship God.

If you could say anything to you sponsor what would you say?

Thank you, you changed who I am.


What is your favorite thing to do?

Playing foot ball

What grade are you in?

Standard 4

What do you want to be when you get older?

I want to be a Pilot and fly to France to see all the different things .

Favorite color?


Favorite food?

Rice and beans.

Who is your Best friend?

Tonny and Emanuel.

Say Hello to Jessica


 Lovable. Kind. Caring.

 Jessica’s heart is as big as she is. Her love for the lord shines brighter than the sun. She pursues all her relationships with eagerness and love. She is smart and determined to not let her past define her. She is beautiful and powerful.

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Before moving into the orphanage Jessica lived in the slums with her eight siblings. Her life was spent fighting for food and the basic needs of survival for herself and all her siblings. Her father was an alcoholic and her mother abandoned her family months prior to her moving into the orphanage. Her father had a night job as a guard but often spent his money on booze and instead of  food or clothing for his children. She played the role of mother many times and had to grow up way too fast as a nine year old girl. She tell me that she is still trying to forgive her mother and father for not being the kind of Godly parents her and her siblings deserve. She hopes one day that they will both find God and work together to better their lives. She is now a happy and bright girl with the world at her fingertips. She says she prays every night for God to show her what He wants her to do in life now that she is so blessed by living at the orphanage. She is so wise beyond her years and so determined to make her life and Kenya so much better. Thank you for giving this special girl a chance to grow and have dreams. She deserves to be loved and to love

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What do you like most about moving to the orphanage?

Living at the orphanage gives me a chance to have an education and education is so important because it is the key to life.

Do you miss anything about your life before?

I miss nothing,my life is so much better here.

Name a few things you like specifically about the orphanage.

That I get an Education, I am able to play and do homework with my friends, and I have shelter and a nice bed with warm blankets

Do you feel different about living there?

I feel safer and I have a chance to learn

If you could say one thing to your sponsor what would it be?

Hi, thank you all for sponsoring me, I wish for you to come see sometime.

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What grade are you in?

Standard 6

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be a pilot, and fly to Colorado to see snow.

What is your favorite color?

Green because it is the color of grass

What is your favorite food?

Chapatti and Chicken

What is your favorite thing to do?

Jumping rope

Who is your best friend?

Susan Achieng

Down for the count

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As many of you know I recently battled a very serious sickness but also by the grace of God I was healed within a short four days….

…It started Friday after school, I had a few errands to run but I was feeling beyond exhausted for some reason. I had to be at the orphanage at three to meet up with a guy that was fixing my water heater, which had broken three days prior. (Just so you know cold showers in Kenya are NO fun) He showed up around the correct time fix my shower and was in and out of there in no time. Pastor Richard and Helen were there to oversee the work done and then they had to leave to take Pastor’s father (Babu) to the doctor.  At this point all I wanted to do was take a nap, I was beyond beyond tired. When everyone left I took a quick nap for a half hour and woke up feeling super dizzy, my head was fuzzy and hot, I felt like my stomach was going to reveal my lunch all over the floor.  I could barely stand up without needing the wall for support. I texted Melody and Jimmy to see if they were coming to the orphanage for time with the kids and if they did I needed them to come check on me in my room.  I won’t go into details about what the symptoms progressed to while waiting…you don’t want to know TRUST me… but it was something that was VERY serious and a major sign of typhoid. Melody and Jimmy showed up to my room and I worked my way to the door as slowly as possible using the walls to support me. I have never felt that weak in my life. I opened the door and  Melody’s words were “oh honey you look horrible!” (Not something you want to hear). She asked if I needed to go to the doctor and I said it wouldn’t hurt to go, so we got in the car with my suit case and back pack and left. Melody was insistent I didn’t stay at the orphanage by myself and that I could stay at their house until I was better.

On the way to the “clinic” the driver had to pull over, I lost my control of my stomach and leaned my entire body out of the car window to throw up. While doing this I had a ton of Kenyans staring at me saying “alcohol” and then some Swahili….I was too busy throwing up to care what they thought but it seriously bothered me that they thought I was drinking too much and got sick from that!!! Not that I was sick and going to the doctor but that I was drunk?? Really?

After I finished throwing up, getting most of it in my hair, we proceeded to the only clinic open after six. Jimmy said it was safe and clean but the results were usually wrong, but it was better than nothing. In Kenya no matter what is wrong with you they unusually diagnose it typhoid, malaria, or an infection, even if it’s just a cold or flu. This makes it very hard to really know what you have unless the meds they gave you don’t work then you have to go back to the doctor for more tests and more medication hoping this time it works. Anyway…we got to the clinic and Helen and Richards’s car was there! I was like Great, now they are going to see me here and call my aunt and David and I will have to go home…I was NOT happy.  I was trying to avoid running into Richard as best as possible. I checked in and waited to see the doctor. After the doctor called me into his office I told him all my symptoms except the most important one….I was so out of it I don’t even remember what I told him really. All know is he ordered a blood test for typhoid, malaria and an infection. The thing with typhoid is that it’s almost impossible to diagnoses without a stool sample but after doing my blood test I was diagnosed with all three….typhoid, malaria, and infection…I found this really silly because I have been on malaria meds sense in Kenya, I didn’t give a stool sample and the only way he knew I had all of these was because my white count was off the charts!

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By the time I got my results of course we ran into Richard and Babu, we all decided that the diagnosis was not accurate and I was to be taken to a high scale clinic tomorrow first thing for further testing. Richard said he would call my aunt to let her know what was wrong but I told him it would be best if she heard it from me. If I know anything about my aunt is that she is very receptive and if Richard called in my stead she would have thought it was much more serious than it was. later that night I gave her a call all in tears, mainly because I was so exhausted and tired of throwing up, but also I dint was to disappoint her and David by not being able to do my work…I know that sounds silly but that how I am. No matter how horrible I feel I still worry about what others want instead of me getting better. She assured me I wasn’t going home unless she thought it was necessary for my health and until we had concrete results we couldn’t do anything.

That next morning Jimmy, Melody and I drove to the nice clinic to get these tests done the right way. The doctor ordered a blood and stool test to be done. The blood was no problem! The stool on the other hand….sense I hadn’t been able to keep ANYTHING in my stomach over the past twenty four hours was NOT going to happen… so we had to settle for just the blood…he checked the results of my blood test from the other clinic and the one he took. The white count was a little higher meaning my body was fighting hard against whatever was in my system. But that still wasn’t enough to get a real diagnosis. So he gave me a little kit to take home to take care of this sample that he needed and gave me meds to allow me to eat without throwing up. This being Saturday I was a little concerned that I had to wait till Monday to do anything given the fact he gave me no sort of medication to help me get better.

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This didn’t sit well with Jimmy, Richard, Helen, or my aunt. It was decided Sunday afternoon that Monday I was to go to Eldoret to get detailed tests and finally some good treatment. However, Sunday afternoon I started to feel kind of normal. I ate something without the help of the medicine and kept it in my stomach and my head started to feel like the spinning was slowing down. I had a feeling God was really protecting me and I knew I was on the mend. I did NOT want to go on a two hour card ride to Eldoret. I tried my hardest to get out of it saying I was feeling much better but that didn’t matter to ANYONE I was going… it or not.

Monday morning came around and Melody and I got our stuff together and headed out the door with Richard and Helen. We laughed the whole way there and sang silly songs and talked about all sorts of stuff. I was feeling like my old self! FINALLY!! I knew that the doctor would tell me I was perfectly healthy and it would be silly to go see him but better be safe than sorry. We made the trip as fun as possible though…Melody and Helen were my emotional and physical support as I got poked with more needles and as they took more blood. Melody also was my photographer…she made sure to capture this lovely experience all too perfectly. They tested me for everything known to man. And after getting the results the doctor said you are HEALTHY! He was kind enough to give me a proscription for meds just in case whatever I had came back again. He gave me the permission to leave with a clean bill of health which meant we could shop!!!

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I called my aunt, my mom, and texted David everyone was so relived! No one more than me I am sure. My aunt yelled at me to rest and I said I would rest as soon as I got back home but for now I was with Helen in a town with awesome stores….that’s a dangerous combination. We shopped for a while and I got the CUTEST pair of sandals and ate some lunch and started our two hour car ride home. I was so happy to be DONE with hospitals and being sick! My body was so worn out I felt like I could sleep for a week straight.

I honestly think that this was a miracle. A miracle of quick healing and a miracle that it wasn’t something extremely serious. I believe that it was the power of all your prayers and kind words that helped. God has his hands on me here and in the work that I am trying to accomplish. I know am not finished with my work yet and God knows I have so much more to do and so many people to help here in Kenya. I believe that he is caring me the entire way. I could not do any of this if it wasn’t for him. Living in Kenya isn’t easy but James 1:12 says “Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the Crown of Life that God has promised to those who love him.” I’m doing this all for Him and these amazing kids! I can’t wait to see all the blessings this summer brings. Keep praying for me as I still have six weeks here and no matter what I am NOT coming home early!

Thanks for your love! xoxoxo

-Kylee Becoming Mighty

Say Hello to Tonny


silly. smart. oh so sweet.

Tonny has a shy confedence about him. He is always teaching others and helping those that are younger than him. he is always the first one to ask how someone is doing  he is like any other ten yer old boy who loves to laugh and play games.

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Tonny lived in the slums with his four siblings before moving into the orphanage. he had both his parents but his father hardly worked and often spent money on alcohol instead of food for the family leaving them to go hungry. Their father did not pay rent on their home and toney and his family often had to sleep outside due to their house being locked.  Tonny and his siblings were home one night when their father came home drunk and threatened to kill the children with a machete. The mother ran away and the children left the house to get away from their father. Since coming to the orphanage Tonny has been able to be a little boy again. He no longer has to worry about being locked out of his house or having to fight for his life. He can go to school and be care free with his friends. He is very near and dear to my heart and I know he will go very far in life! Oh how I love this special boy so much!afterlight (5)

What do you like most about being in the orphanage?

I like to learn and play with my friends

Do you miss anything about your life before?

I miss nothing

Do you feel different now that you are living at the orphanage?

I have more time to learn and I feel happy now that I am at the orphanage

Name some things specifically you like about living in the orphanage.

I like to eat, and play football, and I like when visitors come to see me.

If you could say anything to you sponsor what would you say?

Thank you for sponsoring me and I want to see you again with my brothers

What is your favorite thing to do?

Playing foot ball and Legos

What grade are you in?

Standard 4

What do you want to be when you get older?

Pilot and fly to America to visit

Favorite color?


Favorite food?

Chapatti and soda

Who is your Best friend?

Alfred and Emanuel