Wow…two updates from Ken in one weekend. Crazy… Don’t expect that to happen…again…

I’ve got a quick prayer request. I figured out that one of the guys who’s a pretty good friend of mine has been stealing from me. A lot. He’s not a bad kid, but unfortunately, that’s how most of these guys survived for a lot of years. It’s fairly ingrained in their thinking. I kind of suspected, but could never quite prove it. Well, yesterday I proved it. So now I have to confront him and figure out what we’re going to do. I’ve been praying all morning how to do that in a manner that’s glorifying to God and not going to grind this kid into the ground….but at the same time help him realize the seriousness of what he’s doing.

Hmmm….and to remove any illusions of “Saint Ken”, in the midst of the praying I keep breaking into some serious rants in my head. It kind of makes me grumpy.

On the upside though…a new kid I’ve become friends with asked if we could talk last night. It was a good conversation. He’s only been a Christian for three months, but seems to be growing a lot. The conversation was mostly about girls (he likes two), but we agreed to sit down next week and talk more about his relationship with God. From what I can figure out, no one’s talked with him about his decision, so it’s probably about time.

And on a funny note, here’s a conversation I had with Marcee and Ruthie (one of our volunteers here from Georgia) the other day. It was Miguel’s birthday party, and they were sitting at one of the tables in the dining hall while I stood outside leaned in on the brick railing that goes around the room. The kids from all three homes were there and so 150 kids kept walking past me…

Me: “Man, I did not choose the best place to stand. Every kid that walks past me feels they have to poke me or put their hands over my eyes or punch me… “

Ruthie: (looking over my shoulder) “And now there’s a kid licking you.”

Me: “And now there’s a kid licking me…”

Sure enough, Grindo (our resident ADHD child) was licking my back. I think I had some icing on my shirt from an earlier icing fight in the kitchen and Gringo figured it shouldn’t be allowed to go to waste….

There you go. Thanks for praying. I appreciate it.

Ken