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Before the sun rises over Nakuru, Peter is already awake. It’s 5:15 a.m. The house is quiet. There’s no breakfast waiting, not even a bite of bread. He slips out the door in the dim light and walks briskly toward a nearby farm. By 5:45 a.m. he begins his task—clearing a rectangle of weeds roughly 25 by 50 feet. He measures the space by pacing it off, then bends down to work quickly and tirelessly.  Older laborers might take several hours to finish such a section but Peter moves fast. If he...

Mercy was only two years old when her mother died from HIV/AIDS. She and her sister went to live with their grandmother, who has cared for them ever since. During COVID, Hope for Life regularly brought food to their home to ensure the girls were not left hungry.     When she was just three or four years old, Mercy shared her story during a Hope for Life Sunday fellowship. She recalled the day the government ordered everyone to stay home and, for a day, Hope for Life could not bring food....

​ Paul is a 10-year-old orphan. Just days after losing his parents, he had barely begun to grieve when stones were thrown at him—seemingly out of nowhere.   The attacks left him injured and shaken. Over three months, the stones kept coming. Deeply troubled and afraid, Paul walked to Josephine’s church. Through tears, he told her he felt unsafe. “Please pray for me,” he pleaded. “It would be better to die than to keep facing this.”   ​ Josephine prayed with him and, after the church service,...