Rough Week

Just a quick update: My G-ma on my mother's side, passed away on Friday. Therefore, I am in Birmingham currently to deal with all the funeral/visitation stuff. Pray for my mombo, I know this is really tough on her. But here's the deal, there is no sadness in my eyes! My G-ma lived it up! She got married at 20 to the most amazing man who spoiled her for 53 years while traveling the world and loving the Lord and her life. She's been the most healthy and active family member for years and years until recently where she has declined pretty rapidly I guess. Although, she was eating Ice-cream and laughing with friends just before she kicked the bucket... Just how I wanna go!
In other news, on my way back from a fun downtown photo shoot with my sister tonight, I had another blowout! Just when I thought I had a little financial break lately, it's to the tire store with my ass in the morning to replace yet another one of my brand new tires! Kells, out.

Occasionally, You Must Startover

That's my trusty friend giving me a little trim just outside my apartment last night.  This is exactly how it went down every couple of weeks in Kenya.  It feels so good to be back to the simple and rewarding life of having a shaved head.  Thanks chandler, I love you.

Fill It Up Again!

I'm going back.

That's right.  I can't take it anymore.  I think about my friends in Kenya every day and I'm constantly brainstorming about ways to get myself on a plane back over the sea.  There's no better time than the present, unless of course you're in class everyday, and then there's no better time than that small gap between Spring classes and Summer classes!  

Sure, I don't have the money to do this, but the Lord is soooo good.  I've got full faith that something will happen.  I decided that I can't really lobby friends and family for cash, because it's not really an all out "mission trip."  It's more selfish than that.  I seriously believe that all trips are mission trips in a sense and my intentions are to glorify the big guy at all times, but that kind of money probably needs to go to younger kids that have never had the opportunities that I have.

Anywho, this time it's going to be my sister Laura  and I.  There's a children's home we already have plans to go to with my good friends, Lawrence and Cornelias.  They, along with other African friends have promised to find some amaxing things like that to fill our time.  Most likely it will be split 50/50 between Kibera Slum and Eburu(village in the bush).  On the serious side, this is a location that was wrought with blood and havoc about a year ago over a rigged election, so I will be asking for a lot of prayers for blessing and safety.  I love you guys.