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Date: 13 January 2008 02:01:17
so, My mum came round for coffee this afternoon, bringing the mail that still goes to her house with her. A couple of bills, you know the kind of thing.
Plus a letter with a stamp on that I KNEW was bringing me a letter from the little girl I havw recieved letters from for the last 6 years.
This 9 year old girl has been sending me letters for the last five years. Ok, so the staff workers wrote them to begin with, and she scribbled on them. Then she started drawing pictures. Then colouring, then over the years her letters started to form, she started signing her name.
Today the letter I got was written by her. Perfectly formed letters, and neatly written too. At the back, stapled to her letter was the english translation.
I was over the moon. Excited and thrilled. This little girl I have a picture of in my lounge, in a frame, next to my mum and dad. This little girl I get the report cards to, update photos for, and have the honour of knowing how she is. This little girl has blessed me hugely in ways she will never know, and the whole story of how I became her sponser is another blog in itself. This little girl has grown up, from being three to now 9, and I have followed and seen her progress all the way through.
Anyway, this little girl is called Rehema. She is precious, and beautiful.
She lives in unthinkable poverty, more than we can imagine. Her older sister passed away a few years ago from Aids. Her father isnt at home, but is alive, and she has her mother. She lives in a mud hut.
She is alive though, being educated, clothed, fed and loved.
Anyway, so I was over the moon.
Then I opened the other letter, and it made me cry.
This one was from the head office.
Rehema lives in Kenya, and is part of a Compassion Project. Part of one of the 23 projects that have been closed, and are at the epicentre of the voilence and rioting that is happening out there.
She is right in the middle of it.
And they have been unable to account for everyone. People have died, people have fleed. Houses have been burnt down, and much much more.
And who knows where Rehema and her family are.
Compassion Kenya are doing everything in their will to support, relocate, love, and provide aid for those victims of this, but still the situation out there is unsafe, and volatile.
The impact on the projects, staff, families cannot be fully established due to projects being closed, for christmas and other reasons.
Please pray or keep in your thoughts. For her family For Compassion and Compassion Kenya For their staff for the people of Kenya and for Peace
thanks