the halfway house…

night-time pondering…

I sit quiet in a corner of room 12 at Mayfield guest house, the family all cocooned inside their covers to ward off the chill of the evening and the rogue mosquito buzzing around, are sleeping soundly with the rhythmic music of even breathing and occasional rustling of covers.  How is it that a parent’s love seems to increase when they watch their child sleeping.  It is like all the things that went wrong during the day just righted when you watch the little chests rise, sighs upon lips and sweet pleasant faces at ease with the moment.  I remember writing when Luke was just little that he was my “soft place to fall at the end of the day”. Luker Duker as we call him, still our boy of affection and kind heartedness. At eight he will still slip his hand into mine looking up at me with a smile that is sure to disarm.  Nathan, for anyone who hasn’t met him, is our bold-hearted one.  Aptly he wears a t-shirt that says, “Not available in Quiet”.  He comes up with words like, “Scientifical” and likes to test any theory he comes across.  I am likely to find an animal dissection, lego contraption or a secret code that he has devised splayed out upon his desk. He is our boy of passion. There is Lily, or “lily girl’ as she is often called, with her eager grown up spirit, teenage personality in a 6 year old form,- she glows in the presence of attention and pines for her brothers to take notice of her, even  if that means humming them into contempt.  And then there is Jesse.  Our “Jr. Buster”, lately he is amazed at everything.  At dinner he will shout out loudly, “WOW” when they bring the meal, eliciting smiles all over.  Wow indeed, thank-you for the blessings of children.


Praise God we made it out of Nairobi.  On our way from Nairobi to Nanyuki the landscape changed from city centre traffic to tea and coffee plantations, wheat fields and wilderness sanctuary and farmland.  We enjoy the vibrancy of the various places we drive through, the brightly coloured faces of mabati and wood shops to the creative signage often found travelling through little towns with various hotelis and shops named,  “the Pork Palace”, “Hotel Starbucks” and “The hatchery and chicken BBQ” .  The car seemed to be working fine with trailer in toe, with the exception of going through a rainstorm and realizing that a spare bucket in the front for the leaky dash would be a good idea.  Our new collie dog Lucy did marvellously.  I have yet to hear her bark,- either she is mute with fright or the best behaved amongst all of us.

A few miles from the “equator”, we pulled into Nanyuki just before dusk.  Nathan was sorely disappointment that there was not a red-line painted on the road to mark the geographical landmark.  But they did get out of the car for a picture.  There is something not quite right when you are freezing at the equator.  But at 6000ft, it is a bit cool here!  We were certainly glad to have finally arrived in a place on the way to Kurungu.  The Swanepoel Sr’s. graciously invited us into their house, aptly named the Nanyuki Halfway House.  Meaning halfway between Nairobi and the North, but I think, also a place for missionaries who are quite an assortment of kinds of flavours heading every which way.

Eddie Anderson and two of his boys, three huge dogs and Nick and Lynne all kindly greeted us.  We settled in snugly to the cottage at the base of Mt. Kenya and were forewarned to not mind the dog barking at night, for it is only in response to the lions and leopards that give warnings of their night time roaming.

Thanks for your prayers,- we have made it safely thus far!  We plan to delay a day or two to purchase some last minute supplies available in Nanyuki, and also after hearing of  some insecurity on the road we are about to take, feel as though waiting to drive up with Eddie, who is both expert mechanic and navigator of the Northern roads makes for a wise decision.

Although we never quite know the reasons why for the delays we have entailed, we are thankful for God’s provision of  a safer way to get to Kurungu.  We are also thankful for an unexpected gift of a solar powered projector we received on Saturday as we checked out of Mayfield.  We are very hopeful that this will allow us to reach the Samburu, through the Jesus film and other outreach.