Michael flew to Kenya straight from a business trip, so I came in alone. My mother dropped me off at the airport and as she hugged me goodbye it all came to me. This thing that had been so surreal hit me like a brick wall. I was moving to Africa.. For who knows how long, and doing who knows what. I sat all alone on my 19 hour flights wondering what in the world I was doing with myself. I was excited, but I was also really nervous. Nervous that this idea I had in my head of going to Kenya and serving

I met up with Michael and we stayed with a friend for a few days. I was so anxious. I wanted to start what we were there to do. I wanted to get to the children’s home and start serving and making a difference in the lives of all those children. I wanted to be useful. So finally, on our second year wedding anniversary, we moved into Happy Life Children’s Home. We packed our many bags and our friend drove us to this place we’d never been to do work I knew was going to be live-changing.