Our first day in Kenya is over. It's unbelievable, but at the same time it feels like we've been here forever. We are learning so much about the African people already. Our "adventure" as Kim calls it, started with our arrival to a very muggy Nairobi airport. We waited in line for probably an hour to get our visas, nervously I might add, because we are at the discretion of the agent at the counter. He almost wouldn't take Sharen's money because he said the bill's were old.

Later, we asked John Senin about it. He said the Kenyans are suspicious of old or wrinkled paper money because there is so much drug activity and counterfeiting. Pray that God will break down this spirit of deception so many people operate in here. This spirit creates an atmosphere where people are taken advantage of openly. But the brothers and sisters who met us at the airport were so warm and welcoming. We felt we had known them forever. I can't count the number of times they told us they were so happy that we had come, that they were honored by our presence.

We are trying to convince them it is we who are so honored to be here. These people have been through so much. Their suffering has wrought precious gold and silver on the inside of them, yet they bear the attitude of Jesus, who though being in the likeness of God, did not consider equality with God something to boasted about. These Kenyan pastors are hungry, looking for the word of God, longing for the prophetic. They are so grateful and receive us with such humility. They recognize Larry as an apostle and call their regional apostle, Meshack, their "father." They speak with such sweetness of each other, hugging us repeatedly and holding our hands. We flowed together in such unity with the leaders during our first two meetings and so many have already told us that their expectations have already been met. Oh to see what God will do from here.