Could it be . . . Another blessed time

One might think that it would soon stop but it has not.  The blessings just keep coming.  Last Tuesday I had the opportunity to take Pastor Mugo (one of the local pastors) and his family to Nakuru for the day.  We had a few main goals for the day.  To see were Pastor Mugo and his family will be building a house this year and to take the daughters swimming which they have never done.  Nakuru is about an hour and bit away from where I am.  We left by 9:00am by way of matatu which is their way of getting from place to place.  It is like a van but it is packed fuller then it should be with people.  We were only traveling for about 25 minutes when there was an issue with one of the tires.  So we stopped in one of the small towns in hopes go fix it.  After about 15-20 minutes it was fixed and we were on our way.  We made our first stop shortly before town.  Then we got on motor bikes for the rest of the travel to see the land that they will be building their house on.  Once we were done there we took the bikes back to the main road and got into another matatu to make are way to down town Nakuru.  Once there we did some walking around and stopped for some tea and a little something to eat.  After that we did a little more walking and then found were we wanted to go to swimming.  We found a pool at a hotel that was going to work.  Only one of the girls was brave enough to go in.  Going in water tends to be a very scary thing here when you have never been in it.  The water was a bit cold but that did not mater.  Once we got use the water I showed her a few things and once she got some confidence she was off and loving every minute of it.  She could not keep the smile off of her face.  It was such a joy to be a part of.  Once she had more confidence I took a swim to the deep end.  That just amazed everyone.  They tend to really hit the water with their hands and feet and when I swam there was not splashing.  It brought another smile to my face.  Once we were done swimming we went to get something to eat at another hotel.  At the end of lunch it started to rain (which it does know every day).  So we went and sat in the lobby of the hotel hoping the rain would stop soon and we could start our way home.  While we were waiting the girls noticed the elevator (or lift as they call it here).  It was glass elevator that looked out to the lobby.  I asked if they had ever been on one and they had not.  So I offered to take them on.  The youngest girl has some fear but her parents encouraged her to try.  There was six floors so we went up to the top.  The youngest held on to me tight the whole time.  It was another experience that they will not forget.  Once the rain slowed down we made our way to pick up a matatu to head home.  I arrived at the house around 6:30.  I was told many times through the day how blessed they are to have this experience but I am not sure who was more blessed them or myself.  My heart was defiantly overflowing by the time I got home.