While on this mission for God in Kenya, I met a man named Nicodemus. He asked me what I did back in America. I told him I was a dental hygienist, but also volunteered for an organization called CASA which represented children who were placed in the custody of the state due to abuse and neglect.
Later he came to me and spoke of the many children who were homeless, left on the streets with no place to go. He said that many would come to him begging for food and shelter.
He talked about the death of many parents due to AIDS, malaria, and tribal clashes, which left many children displaced. It had become a burden on his heart and the people of his church, but there just weren't enough funds or willing families to take them in. It was hard enough for them to take care of their own families. The average home already had 10 people.
As he described these children, I could feel my heart sinking, but what could I do. All I could say was "I'm sorry, and I will pray for these children."
For the rest of the trip, the faces of the children haunted me, and I couldn't stop thinking of the conversation with Nicodemus. I wondered how God must have felt about these children. I wondered what their lives were like on the streets. This continued to occupy my thoughts. After I returned home, I couldn't sleep peacefully. I kept telling God it was too BIG for me and I do not have experience. He kept telling me it was not too BIG for Him and that He would guide me.
I went back to Kenya the following year of 1998 and the Lord confirmed the vision as the doors began to open. By 1999, people were starting to show an interest and join in on the vision. There was great opposition along the way, but the Lord always confirmed His will by placing people in my path to encourage me and pray.