Church and My Momma

Yesterday, I made sure to take some pictures of the church I have been attending here in Nairobi since I arrived 4 weeks ago. I am so happy I am able to go to church regularly here. The style of the service is a little different, but it is still good. It starts with about a little over half an hour of singing various songs. Most of these seem more contemporary, and I recognize a few from back when I went to church camp. But there are also slower songs that seem older. Then we do what I consider sharing of the peace, and we high five each other or shake hands. Then we have a short prayer, and let any first time visitors introduce themselves. Then we have about an hour long sermon. Then after, we have a few quick prayers and we are done. It is a pretty simple service.

 This is from standing right in front of the church.

 Inside the church.

 This is David. He works at icipe and we go to church together every Sunday.

 This, is a high-over. It is a walking bridge to cross the traffic. Now, I am terrified of heights. You can see how high this is, and even when walking across, I breathe faster and my heart pounds. Even going up the stairs is a challenge sometimes. I hate being so high.

 From the top of the highover. 

And my church from a distance. It is rather large.

Now that you have seen my church I have been attending, I would like to tell you how I feel I have changed since I have arrived. And the shortest way possible to tell you is this; I feel like my mom. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my momma dearly; I just didn’t think I would ever be sooo similar to her.  (Love you momma!)  For instance, I now wake up at 5:30 in the morning (sure it is mostly to text, but none the less, it is and inhuman hour to be awake) look forward to soap operas and I find myself just tidying my room because I think it should look nice. I go to be pretty early at night, and I have the same breakfast every morning.  I find myself saying things she says, and I even laugh like my mom! So, I just thought I would let you all know, that my mom and I are very similar at this point in time right now. I am sure once school starts again, I will not be waking up so early, but hey! We never know what life is going to bring us. Maybe mom and I will both be up extremely early in the morning! But truthfully, it is not so terrible to turn out like your mom… at least I know I am on the right track! So to all the moms, thank you for teaching us how to grow up. And to kids who turn out like their parents, it isn’t always too terrible. 

This picture is right before boarding the plane. And being away from home for so long, you start to really understand the importance of family in your life. I wouldn't have become the person I am today without them. :)