Walking Safari

Yesterday, we got to go on a fabulous walking safari near Lake Naivasha at a place called Crescent Island. This has been one of my favorite safari experiences because we got to walk around with the animals and get really close with them. 

Taylor really wanted to see a giraffe, and we got to see three of them! I am so thankful that God answers such prayers from 11 year old boys and delights in showing us His goodness. What an amazing world God has made!!! 

Below is a song we have been singing with the kids here in Kenya

 that goes quite well with our day yesterday: 

In the beginning God made the seas and the forest filled with trees.

He made the mountains up so high and at the top He placed the skies.

His fingerprints are everywhere just to show how much He cares.

And in the middle He had lots of fun!  He made a hippo that weighs a ton.

Hip, hip, hip, hippopotamus.  Hip, hip hooray God made all of us.

Hip, hip, hip, hippopotamus.  Hip, hip hooray God made all of us.

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;

 (me above trying to be a gazelle) 

He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:

  

Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and Heav’n be one.

This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.

I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”

This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,

The Beloved One, His Only Son,

Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?

The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.

This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,

For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.

No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.

In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.

This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam

Whate’er my lot, it matters not,

My heart is still at home.