Easter Sunday

We’ve had a lot of rain over the past month. It is nice because the rain makes everything so green and for that period of time when the rain is falling the temperature is not as hot. When Rita was here visiting with us she was asked to speak on Easter Sunday morning at a church in Mirerani…a long drive and bad roads. Normally it would not be a big deal to drive to Mirerani because the orphanage has a 4-wheel drive truck. When you add up bad dirt roads and a month of rain then you have an even bigger adventure waiting then the “normal” adventure that the drive usually is.
We were not disappointed. The drive took us all by surprise. There we were…three American women driving a 20 year old truck in the rain out in Maasai land, which happened to be flooded more than we imagined it would be. Not only was the road flooded but at some places during the drive the road was a river…I am telling you the truth. We watched a tree quickly float past the front of the vehicle as we were driving through. We passed a HUGE bus that was broken down and full of passengers but we could not stop because the water was up to the middle of the truck doors.

I have had many adventures over the past 20 months living here. But our Easter Sunday driving adventure has got to rank at the top of the list. The whole time driving Rita, Jodie and I were doing a lot of praying. It was an hour and a half prayer meeting…a laughing, shouting “wow” kind of prayer meeting.
We arrived at the church on time…even the Africans were surprised we made it on time. We made it early enough to have breakfast at the house of one of the church leaders before the service began. We ended up staying there in Mirerani for the afternoon service and Rita spoke. We weren’t planning on staying but the sun had come out and we figured if we stayed the river would have time to subside a bit…which it did.
The drive back was not nearly as adventurous although the road was still flooded. It just wasn’t as bad…we were thankful for that.

I wore a white skirt and a pink blouse to church since it was Easter and I wanted to dress in colors I would wear back home on Easter. It always amazes me how mud seems to find a way of getting all over everything. When I was at the church a little girl came up to me and asked me to bend down so she could help me. I bent down and she began to brush the top part of my back. After I left her I walked over to Jodie to ask her what was on the top part of my back and she told me it was mud. How did it get there? I don’t know, but then again…what was I thinking wearing pink and white?