New Friends Chapter 1
Since April, eh? Has it really been that long? Please accept my apologies, dear friends!
Have you ever had someone come along and change your life? Even better, do you know that even before they come they will change your life, yet you have no idea how much they will knock you off your feet? Better yet, have you ever prayed so hard about something and then seen it explode into marvelous color right before your eyes? I had one of those experiences last week. Let me take you though what I dare to call the best four days of my life…
Field staff. If you are from Compassion, you know these two words. I had a college student Ben (LDP) and his chaperone Sammy from Kenya at my house for their much needed break of their summer speaking tour at Bigg Stuff Camps in Florida. They were supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but due to a delay with weather they came in smack dab in the middle of the most anticipated work picnic of the year. I went to pick them up at the airport at 12 – oops… let me give you a little history here first… There was a church group that recently went to Kenya and met these guys, so I knew I would be fighting for time. However, it was clearly communicated to me that this was to be their vacation time to rest. I knew they would want to do lot and see a lot, so I knew I would have to lay down the Chladek law. Anyway, when they arrived at the airport there was already a church groupie there waiting for them. She took Ben to my house and I drove Sammy (the chaparone). It was great getting to know him on the way home and I looked forward to meeting Ben and seeing what he was all about.
After they met the dogs (Chey and Sammy hit it off) we headed to the picnic where most people had already left. Hung out there for a bit while I restled off more church groupies trying to convince them to swim , which I am sure they were dying to do after being in Florida for 7 weeks – I am rolling my eyes here, you just cannot see it. After the picnic we went home and played Wii until it was time for the festivities at The Flying W Ranch. Now, those of you that know me know that I worked there for a very long time, married my boss and had to leave. I go to the W ONLY to entertain visitors… and I had no idea that a college kid from Kenya had such a love for country music. I had never heard anyone yell “YEE-HAW” with such an accent… and they even won the left-over beans for coming the furthest. After that we headed over to see an old friend of theirs and ended up getting home around 11. We all slept well to say the least. Reflecting in bed upon our day, yeah, it was a life-changing night for them. I stress the words “for them”. Tomorrow held something even better.
But, it is late and my eyes are burning. So the second portion of this story will have to wait. Maybe it will become a sequel like the last post I never finished. But I promise to finish this one. I owe it to myself to do so.
Have you ever had someone come along and change your life? Even better, do you know that even before they come they will change your life, yet you have no idea how much they will knock you off your feet? Better yet, have you ever prayed so hard about something and then seen it explode into marvelous color right before your eyes? I had one of those experiences last week. Let me take you though what I dare to call the best four days of my life…
Field staff. If you are from Compassion, you know these two words. I had a college student Ben (LDP) and his chaperone Sammy from Kenya at my house for their much needed break of their summer speaking tour at Bigg Stuff Camps in Florida. They were supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but due to a delay with weather they came in smack dab in the middle of the most anticipated work picnic of the year. I went to pick them up at the airport at 12 – oops… let me give you a little history here first… There was a church group that recently went to Kenya and met these guys, so I knew I would be fighting for time. However, it was clearly communicated to me that this was to be their vacation time to rest. I knew they would want to do lot and see a lot, so I knew I would have to lay down the Chladek law. Anyway, when they arrived at the airport there was already a church groupie there waiting for them. She took Ben to my house and I drove Sammy (the chaparone). It was great getting to know him on the way home and I looked forward to meeting Ben and seeing what he was all about.
After they met the dogs (Chey and Sammy hit it off) we headed to the picnic where most people had already left. Hung out there for a bit while I restled off more church groupies trying to convince them to swim , which I am sure they were dying to do after being in Florida for 7 weeks – I am rolling my eyes here, you just cannot see it. After the picnic we went home and played Wii until it was time for the festivities at The Flying W Ranch. Now, those of you that know me know that I worked there for a very long time, married my boss and had to leave. I go to the W ONLY to entertain visitors… and I had no idea that a college kid from Kenya had such a love for country music. I had never heard anyone yell “YEE-HAW” with such an accent… and they even won the left-over beans for coming the furthest. After that we headed over to see an old friend of theirs and ended up getting home around 11. We all slept well to say the least. Reflecting in bed upon our day, yeah, it was a life-changing night for them. I stress the words “for them”. Tomorrow held something even better.
But, it is late and my eyes are burning. So the second portion of this story will have to wait. Maybe it will become a sequel like the last post I never finished. But I promise to finish this one. I owe it to myself to do so.
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