This is my fourth week of this incredible case of "the funk". Everyone else seems to contract it for a couple weeks at the most. But not me, headed toward five weeks of this crap.
The first part of the year when I arrived in Kenya I had this same thing but it lasted only a couple of weeks. I thought it was weather change and the trip, ect. But now I am beginning to think of it in terms of a reoccurring nightmare.
Poor Andrew Brooks listened to me cough, hack and spit up large hunks of lung or something for the duration of my "Kenyan Funk". Now poor Patti has listened to me for four weeks. I have coughed myself sore. I have torn an existing hernia in my stomach from all the straining. This "U.S. Funk" seems to me to be much worse than the Kenyan one.
But the funk was a little better today because I rediscovered some of the most amazing people I have ever met. I found them by accident on Facebook. I was becoming friends with my already real friend Anna, who calls me Santa, and I call her....well forget that. She is the daughter of Denny & Susan who are former missionaries to Kenya.
Back to my story, she is friends with these amazing folks I met in Kenya. These three young ladies I'm talking about made a greater impression on me than any other missionary intern I have ever encountered. They were willing to go places others wouldn't go, touch people others wouldn't touch and they have burned a place in Babu's heart forever.
Kirsten, Charissa and Reba, you have given hope to an old man for a future and a hope for those who seemingly have no future or hope. You girls are bigger than rock stars. Love Ya,
Babu Lonnie
