As I sit here and type my thoughts down, I can’t help but think about the changes compared from last year to this year. I think that is what I want to focus on in this letter. When Mike and I toured the Mathare slums last year, we were devastated. It was nothing like we had ever seen before. Even though our team was prepared wonderfully, the smell was something you could never prepare enough for. It was like nothing I had ever smelled. The same for the sights. I knew what to expect, but I was still amazed at how poor the conditions really were. It was the first time I had ever seen something like that in person. Sure, I saw it on television, but to see it in person is something totally different. This year, I was so incredibly excited to return. I couldn’t wait. I wanted to see the progress made in one year. When we first walked through Area 1, Pangani, I noticed right away that there was a difference already. To me, it looked “cleaner” than last time. Garbage was getting moved to a central area. This time, I could look at the people of Mathare. I was not looking at the area and how unsanitary it was, I was focusing on the men, women and children of Mathare. Their spiritual and physical health was more of a focus for me this time.
In Area 2, our sponsored child’s area and the area where we worked, the changes were amazing. We were greeted by gorgeous, smiling children singing and dancing with us. Last year, this wasn’t even a thought. The children had only been in the school for a week the last time we were there. They barely knew their names and any english. What a difference a year makes! Singing, smiling, talking, dancing, calling out the team member’s names, all in one year. I cried. As I walked into the school, the first change I noticed was the guard shack. They have to have a guard shack incase any outsiders try to get in. This is common. As I walked in, there was a new kitchen, and two new classrooms. This other picture is of me with our sponsored girl, Doreen. She is beautiful. She would run up to me every time she saw me and pinch me yelling “Jenn!” It was so neat. This is a child who a year ago didn’t know her name.
I could talk about so much more, but needless to say, I will stop here. Mathare Valley in Nairobi Kenya has a piece of my heart and always will. It was an amazing trip and I am hoping to go back sometime in the near future. Let me leave you with this: 1John 3:16-17
“This is how we know what love is, Jesus Christ laid down His life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters . If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Let us not love with words or speech but with action and in truth.”
Thank you in the name of Christ,
Jenn Buczynski
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