Kenya happens - Joytown Day 6

Today we started another week of data collection from our long and full weekend. It was a bit tougher than I expected getting back into the swing of things and finding the rhythm we hit this past Friday. Yet at the end of the day the team felt really confident about the accomplished work even with a few minor "Kenyan hiccups". But hey, this is Africa and Kenya happens. ;)

Several of the expected high-school subjects didn't show up.
One of our testing grounds (around the school pool) is finally being used as a pool and was crowded by children, towels and wheelchairs.
A 5-minute errand to find a specific kid to finish one tiny question on a research survey turns into a 20-minute trip around campus pushing kids to various locations, saving a kid who had fallen out of his wheelchair, chatting with the therapists, ect.
Our driver disappeared to the market when we were ready to head home for the day.

All in all it was an awesome day with the kids. I was really struck today with the fact that I am beginning to feel part of life at the school. I am beginning to recognize some regular faces and names as I dart around. I am really enjoying the effort all the kids I've worked with for the wheelchair skills test have given me. Every jambo I give is returned by at least a shy smile, and usually an enthusiastic wave.

Prayer would be appreciated for health among our team and the kids at Joytown. Connor broke out in some sort of itchy rash/hives ordeal of an unknown cause this evening. Also, our temporary teammates, David and Zach, headed home yesterday to start back at school and work, they could use some travel prayer. I would appreciate prayer for some good rest; I might even head to bed early tonight!

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