It's official I've fallen in Love with Yasini. I've taken so many photos of him that I feel like the paparazzi. Yasini arrived at Cradle of Love when he was one week old after his mother died of AIDs. He is now a happy and beautiful one and a half year old. He has the biggest lips and loves to give kisses. Last week I went down a little after 9am to help with breakfast and straight away I saw Yasini. He must have noticed me at the exact same time because he was pointing/reaching for me. I came over gave him a big kiss on the cheek and sat next to him and his sweet Nanny Neema (Grace) who was feeding him. When I did she said, "Christy, he loves you very much. I can tell." I told her not as much as I loved him. It made my day. When I look at him even when he doesn't want to listen to me or gets upset when I put him down or take away a toy that he shouldn't have I can still tell that he knows that I love him, that he is Loved. It's comforting knowing that he knows that. I'm sure sometimes he forgets or doesn't understand like when he gets upset when I reprimand him (but biting even if it's a joke is not okay, and I don't care how good the baby's bottle tastes it's not for you) It got me thinking and I bet God feels the same way. I bet he gets so excited when we acknowledge that we know He loves us and us Him even when we don't understand the circumstances of our live or when we feel that He is reprimanding us by not giving us what we want. I hate to see Yasini upset, but I would hate even more for him to grow up not knowing that he is Loved and that the boundaries and rules that are in place are to protect him. I was reading Oswald the other day and he says - faith never knows where it is being lead, but it knows and Loves the one who is leading.Mungu napenda yeye
~ Christy
7 comments:
Christy,
it is so great to be able to follow along on your journey, hear about God's work in your heart and to see the children that you love.
we love you,
Dad
Hey Christy,
Your dad just sent me the link to your blog. It's very interesting. The Swahili seems a bit familiar from my 3 months in eastern Congo back in 1974. I prepared for the trip by buying a Swahili lesson kit with a book and several records of dialogue. (Yes, 'records.' Big 33 rpm vinyl records.) Let's see, what were some examples??
Jambo Bwana. Habiri?
Habiri gani. (I think it ran like that.)
Bwana Daoudi, Unatoka wapi?
That's about all that comes back right now, but there are lots of other words that would ring a bell if I saw them. A lot of the Swahili I heard in Congo was the local dialect; the Swahili in Tanzania is the real thing.
I am heading for Cameroon in about 8 weeks, and am still recruiting a teaching partner for the trip. We'll see.
Uncle Mark
How powerful is that....I loved reading this entry! It really spoke to my heart....thanks for sharing bunnies. Miss y'all so much! Love you.
I Love hearing the heart felt stories from you both
Stephanie,
I am truly enjoying keeping up with your adventures in God's ministry.
much love to you both,
Dolores
ballz napenda snag and christ-ee!!
I love reading your updates/stories - its truly amazing what you girls are doing. i know the children truly love you both. stay strong and we are praying for all of you.
love,
kathrina
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