I remember, over the course of the next couple of weeks, going downstairs late each night 'to buy a bottle of water' and sitting in the lobby talking to my new friend, this young manager from Nairobi. I didn't realize how much I was enjoying his company until one night when I reached the lobby to find out he had already gone home. I was SO disappointed.
He took such great care of us while we were guests at the hotel. And was very intentional about making contacts in the community for us as we were building the orphanage and then later the school. He helped us move into our own house, translated for us when the need arose, cooked for us and taught his staff how to cook American food for the days we visited the hotel. Gradually the taking care of 'us' became taking care of Holly. And I won't forget. Though we are here in America and in my world now, where it could appear that I am the one taking care of him, I am reminded often of how we started out. He was the one that took care of me and my colleagues for the first two years, and I am so grateful that he is still taking care of me now. God is surely good to have answered my prayers in a way that is immeasurably more than I could have imagined.
