The Kenyan Childrens Project

Blog #5

The Unforgotten


Saturday 2nd April 2016

Today was WOW, no literally W.O.W, which standing for Widows of Worth. We went back to Shivakala village to do a whole day of ministry with widows and a few widowers. For context widows in Kenya are often forgotten, uneducated and mothers to many children whose husbands were the bread winners of their families. This often means that they face extreme poverty. The widows struggle to feed their families and send them to school. Not forgetting all of that on top of the grief of losing their loved one. The aim was to remind all these beautiful women that they are loved and valued and seen by God, and to meet their spiritual and physical needs where possible.

We were very aware that the need was great and the pain was real. The day kicked off as we welcomed all of the 150 women in and there was lots of dancing as our celebration began. There was a talk and lots of seminars with different themes such as physical healing, freedom in Christ and identity as God's children. Every woman was prayed for and ministered to. There were struggles naturally with the language barriers but we made the best of what we could with translators. At least God understood our prayers.

There were many many healings, blind eyes seeing, most common were sore limbs and bad backs, most of which were healed. We counted over 100 healings which is amazing. There were some heart-wrenching stories of widows who were 80 and had been widowed for many years and some who had only recently lost their husbands. The tears flowed that's for sure! These Kenyan women who just seemed at first so overcome with grief, pain, worries and fear for the future gradually throughout the day began to remember who they were and more importantly whose they were.

It was amazing to see the transformation in them even after a hug and a smile, they were clearly craving touch and contact, desperate to feel love, care and affection. I learnt that here, a gentle touch and looking at someone straight in the eye, a hug or a smile is just as significant as physical healing or understanding in each others languages. One woman didn't speak a word of English and my Swahili doesn't go further than 'habari' which means 'how are you', but I hugged her and took her face in my hands and looked at her, we both wept. It was powerful, it was as if as I looked at her, she knew she was seen and known by God.

There were lots of children that came too. We had bought some children's clothes with us so that we could give some of the neediest children some new clothes. There wasn't enough clothes for all the children so we had to try to pick out the children with most need and discretely get them in a new set of clothes. This was so hard for us as many of the children were in desperate need of new clothes, and it was so heartbreaking not being able to provide for everyone. But we were reminded that it is not our job to help everyone. If we carry the weight of trying to help everyone, we end up helping no one. It's our job to do what we can and bring our offerings to God, he brings the increase. All in all, a brilliant day- a mix of challenges, joys but mostly full of God's goodness and power being displayed and his love demonstrated.

Read the rest of the blogs:
The KCP mission blog #1: Delays + Delights
The KCP mission blog #2: Smiling faces
The KCP mission blog #3: Day 4- I'm a Christian celebrity, get me out of here!
The KCP mission blog #4: When you renounce doubt, that's when the healing comes
The KCP mission blog #6: Church parade
The KCP mission blog #7: James 1:27
The KCP mission blog #8: Hands to build a house, hearts to build a home
The KCP mission blog #9: Our God is not a 'small portion' kind of God

Katie Lynch, 04/04/2016

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