A Blogging Tutorial (from the most inexperienced blogger in history)

Many people have mentioned that they are following our world famous blog with baited breath. Which has actually surprised us because y'all haven't been leaving us much praise or shout outs in the comments. So by popular demand we are offering you a free how to.

At the end of each post is a "signature" of sorts that says who it was posted by and at what time. Next to it will show how many comments have been posted to that particular post. To view the comments (or to eventually leave a comment), click on "comment". Read through the comments others have left, then type your own comment in the comment box to the right. (say comment much?) After you've left us some love, scroll down and select Name/Url. An additional box should appear for you to place your name. Type in your name (I thought this was probably pretty obvious, but you never know who's on the other side of the screen - Mom). Then click on Publish Comment. Voila!

So, everybody now, show us that we really can teach old dogs new tricks and post us a comment. We'd love to hear from you, too!!



P.S. Brea says "discuted" is the new "disgusted" (see her post below for explanation).

P.P.S Please consider this your advanced warning that we won't be proof reading much - as already evidenced. Please don't judge us - we are desperately sleep deprived.

P.P.P.S. Please comment! Thanks.

Sitting on the floor in Atlanta

Well I'm sitting here in the airport blogging, and I'm at a lost of words.

I'm extremely excited but if you saw me you wouldn't be able to tell. My face is very blank, and I'm not talking much. Yeah me, Brea Rowland, NOT talking:D. I'm just so overwhelmed with so many emotions my face doesn't know what one to express, so it stays blank. Until it makes up it's mind every once in a while and a smile will pop out or a tear. My travel buddies have noticed and will point out when I'm smiling. Which makes me very awkward to know it's that noticable, but I'll deal.

Well on the plane we were the loudest, messiest group(as is me and my mom) on there. Holly was not expecting what she got out of us which was spill after spill of drinks. What I did not expect was how much they talked! They blabbered like teenage girls(which if they're reading this they're thinking we are at heart and I AGREE), not only did they talk nonstop there ears apparently were clogged so there voices were 10 notches above all the noise in the plane. (And I'd know about noise I come from a house that has 10 people 1 being a toddler and the others teenagers, girl teenagers (minus my parents and my brother)) It was cracking me up because I could tell on some people's faces how they felt about it and I just laughed.

Side note as I got off the plane about 10 steps after we got out of the tunnel I see this mean machine looking thing and finaly figure out it's a trash can, but it was plugged into the outlet.(strange lookin thing) So I think nothing of it after a while, and when we all got situated we started to try and figure out where to go next, I took the lead and all of a sudden I hear this growlish sound and almost jump. I look over and it's the trashcan, and at this time my face has a confused discuted look on it. This guy sees me and kinda looks the same way at me, and I explain to him that the trashcan just growled at me. His face changed so quickly I couldn't help but laugh, his facial express was as if he was saying ok freak, I'll be leaving you and you're growling trashcan alone, and quickly walked away. Once my mom and Holly catch up to me I explain why I'm laughing and we carry on to our gate. Well just a second ago Holly said Brea watch and thinking it was an automatic garbage can does this circleish fancy move, thinking it would open and she'd look like a magician. To our suprise it wasn't automatic, so she tried to cover it up by circling in her hand and reaching to throw her trash away. Right as she gets back my mom, her, and me are cracking up laughing. I'm almost to tears, and Holly's face is red from embarassment and loss of air. :DD Just one of many embarassing thing's that have happened today.

At her defense there is a senserish lookin thing, look for yourself:]]

Let Your Voice Be Heard

Just a real quick note before Amie picks me up (I wonder if she got any more sleep than I did?). I know this has absolutely nothing to do with Kenya or our trip, BUT it is very near and dear to all three of us....

A week from now is election day. Please, oh, please GO VOTE!!

God bless you all and God bless America.

Final thoughts while stateside...

It is 10:40 pm. We need to be at airport at 4:30 am. I am still packing.
Not because I am taking so much stuff - but mostly because I am a scattered wreck!

I will never be able to express my awe while watching our God meet every need in abundance during these past 7 weeks! I will also never be able to express my gratitude for the precious people in our lives that have prayed, encouraged, shopped, supported, given, and cried with and for us while prepping for our journey! I am truly humbled and amazed!!!

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF THIS TRULY OVERWHELMED HEART!!!!

6 hours...my mind can't comprehend what is finally taking place!
6 hours...my heart can't wait to get my hands on those kids!
6 hours...my body wants to fall into bed!

Good night from America! SEE YOU IN KENYA!!!! (goosebumps just flaired!!:)

Not Wasting an Ounce

Today is our last full day in the States before we head out to A-F-R-I-C-A!!! I wanted to post these pictures for you all to see the BOUNTY we are privileged to bring to the orphans and missionaries in Kibera. We packed and unpacked and repacked these bags probably a dozen times this weekend to fully maximize the weight allowance. We are allowed 50 lbs in each checked bag.

And the results are.....

50.0 lbs. of baby clothes

(not even an ounce was wasted!!)

49.0 lbs. of school supplies

49.0 lbs. of medical supplies, candy & more school supplies

(this actually has way more medical supplies we just packed the candy on top of it).

And here we are in the midst of all the fun...

It was an absolute blast knowing that EVERY SINGLE ITEM will be a blessing.

Here's a big THANK YOU to everyone who gave.

Control

Well our trip is soon, and I'm surprisingly calm right now.

I don't know what's happening but I think God's preparing me for what I'm going to see very soon. This past Wednesday one of my youth leaders prepared a lesson on my trip and the organizational I'm going with. After her lesson she asked for me to come to the front to be recognized and prayed for. Well lets just say I broke down completely. I sobbed like a baby. Not only did I sob, I sobbed in front of my WHOLE youth group. If you know me you'll know I don't like looking weak in front of people, so crying in front of my whole youth group was NOT what I wanted to do, but exactly what i needed. It's strange how God works that way; he makes us do what we don't want too, to show he knows what's best for us, and that he has control. Which brings up my next topic, control. I like being in control of my life, mainly because I'm extremely independent, and have been for most part. I like making decisions for myself and thinking for myself not others thinking for me. Well God knows that and has put me through some trials in my life that I had no control over whatsoever. Which caused me to not trust him at all. Throughout the years me and him have worked on it and I started to trust him again, then the wave of death hit and I wanted to trust him so much but I just couldn't, it hurt to badly. Again I talked, sometimes yelled, with God to work out the trust factor. He made it clear through scripture and lessons at church that he was looking out for me, and would never put me through something I couldn't overcome. Well this Wednesday all of a sudden I realized what I really would be seeing during this trip, and I didn't think I could do it. The devil knew my weakness and made it very clear to me that I would fail. I was overcome with defeat. I didn't think I could do what God has called me to do for over 5 years. I didn't think I could look at children's faces in the slums, and leave them there. That I couldn't see them starving, and abandon them. I know how it feels to starve and can't imagine how it feels to have no hope on top of that. I started praying to God and kept thinking I can't, I can't do that. God you've made a mistake, I've made a mistake. I can't do that, I can't live with myself, I'm not ready. After I calmed down he started to show me why he picked me. He revealed to me that this trip wasn't only about me ministering to them, it's also them ministering to me, and it started to become very clear what my trip was going to be about; for me to help bring hope to Kibera, and Kibera bringing me and God closer, in more then one way. I started to understand that it would help me to be able to trust him because others more unfortunate then me could. Which has helped me so much. It's crazy how God works sometimes, that he can defeat the devil, even if he's picked the weakest part of you, and make it completely positive. Also God made me realized I'm there to help, not to harm or abandon them. That I'll be seen as hope, but I can't stop after my trip, I have to keep helping and praying or nothing will change. And that's the last thing I want.

6 DAYS AND COUNTING!...

My eyes are getting teary even as I sit here typing the title to this blog! Can't believe we are under the one week mark!!! God is faithful and amazing is all this woman's heart needs and wants to say!

This trio of journeywomen have watched our Heavenly Father:
*Meet specified financial need after specified & deadlined financial need (thanks Brea for your audacious prayers! You blow your mama away!);

*Stretch what we thought was already taunt to limits beyond what we alone are capable of enduring;

*Heal our bodies (hallelujah Holly!), minds, and hearts;

*Confirm His calling and Hand on our lives, individually and collectively;

*Siphon off sludge brought to the surface of our attitudes (am speaking especially for me!) through His continual refining process;

*Plunge us deeper into prayer, His Word, and dependency upon Him;

.........and we are still stateside!!!
Haven't even taken off of residential soil yet!
Can't imagine what He will be doing in us while we are in Africa!!!
OH THE JOY OF LOVING HIM!!!

6 DAYS AND COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Surely We Can Change" by David Crowder

I was listening to a David Crowder Band CD today and this song touched me deeply in light of our upcoming trip to Kenya. Just felt like sharing it with you.

And the problem is this
We were bought with a kiss
But the cheek still turned
Even when it wasn't hit
And I don't know
What to do with a love like that
And I don't know
How to be a love like that
When all the love in the world
Is right here among us
And hatred too
And so we must choose
What our hands will do
Where there is pain
Let there be grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Help them to be brave
Where there is misery
Bring expectancy
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Something
And the problem it seems
Is with you and me
Not the Love who came
To repair everything
Where there is pain
Let us bring grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Let us be brave
Where there is misery
Let us bring them relief
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Oh surely we can change
Something
Oh, the world's about to change
The whole world's about to
Change

I know I speak for all three of us when I say we want Jesus to be the change for the people of Kibera, Kenya!!! What a privilege to be a part! Just 13 more days!!!

More opportunities to bless...

Okay, so I posted the news about tangible ways to bless those we will be ministering to in Kenya. Several have already responded letting us know they are on their way to the store! We have such generous friends and family!!!
I had emailed our trip coordinator asking if the missionary couple living in Kibera had any specific needs we could possibly meet as well? I just received his email back (he is currently in Mexico - is it a sin to covet this man's job?!!!). He let me know needs they have shared with him:
4 HP Print Cartridges #14 black,
4 HP Print Cartridges #15 color,
10 Mini DV tapes,
100 pack DVD+R's,
Quaker Quick Grits (NOT INSTANT),
Plastic jars of Helmann's mayonaise.
What a reminder of the things we take so easily for granted. How often I jump in my car, drive to the fully stocked store just around the corner from my house and buy whatever I needed, taking a total of 15 minutes!!
Again, if you would like to be a part in meeting these needs, we will be collecting until October 27 - since we have to PACK!!!
With all our hearts, we thank you for your support and generosity. Again, words are insufficient. We pray God's blessings on you all!

Restless

Well we have less then 3 weeks left, and I only have 9 days left of school.
As it's getting closer I can feel myself getting more excited, as much as I try to hide it, inside I'm going crazy with excitement. I don't want people to see me excited because, if it doesn't work(GOD forbid) I don't want them to know how disappointed I'll feel, my pride gets in the way I guess, an area God and I are still working on.

It is mind blowing that in 3 short weeks I'll be in Kenya, MY Kenya. I'll be able to breathe Kenyan air, see beautiful Kenyan landscape, feel the sun or rain on my skin IN Kenya. That finally I'll be home. Even though it isn't my birthplace, it's where God has called me, where God has put a burden on my heart to be. He's put me through trials so that I'll be ready, and FINALLY it's my time. It's crazy how I've never been there but already know, it's my home. I'm thankful to God that he's made it clear that that's where I'm meant to be, but at the same time I'm restless here. I'm starting to feel like a stranger in my own "home", and to friends and family in Arizona. It's feeling like a prison instead of a loving, warm place that it once was. I'm hoping my trip there will be a way for me to start to be thankful for Arizona once again. It's so American of me, I have endless possibility here and yet, I can't stand even looking around. That the land of the FREE is feeling like that land of the prisoners. And I know Kenya will be an eye opener at the least. I know I'm starting to ramble but that is what i do best. To put it into shorter words I'm just SO thankful for the chance to go and be with "my" people and help them as much as I can. Even though I know it's going to be one of the hardest things to leave; I'm just glad I have the chance to see my future home, for however long it may be.