In February of this year it will have been two years since we traveled to Kenya for the first time. As we prepared for our journey we neither had expected nor ever imagined that what we would discover in the village of Chwele would become such a massive part of our lives. In March of this year it will have been two years since meeting Kutete, Evelyn, the children. I, Quincie, can still recall the stirring in my heart when we stepped inside that small shed. I remember the sounds, the smells, their faces, their joy. I had never seen the face of Jesus so clearly. He was there. He was in the room. With us, a King stood. As I reminisce with such delight, I can't help but to be quieted once again. Quieted with utmost thankfulness before the Lord. Quieted with awe at the marvel of His work.
Today I am so thankful for you, West Special School. Thank you for allowing Jesus to look so beautiful through you.
Those reading, I would plead with you to ask God to give you the faith He wants you to have. James and I are witnesses of something nearly indescribable; nevertheless, I am making such an effort to communicate what we've seen because it is in God's character to be faithful, and He's searching for ways, through us, to show the world what He does best.
