So it’s getting close to the end of the rainy season here in Rwanda. My only guess is that the end of the rainy season is when it starts to get crazy. It’s been two weeks here so far, and it has rained almost everyday. What makes this treacherous is the fact that every road is now muddy and sloped at least a little bit. One other minor detail is that I didn’t bring a raincoat. You may be asking yourself “What’s wrong with this guy?” I don’t know why I didn’t want to bring one I just didn’t. I guess I may have been following the Lord’s soft voice or maybe I was just making a terrible decision. Nevertheless, I stood firm in my decision not to bring one. I guess it’s more of a metaphor than a good choice. When I was deciding what to bring also when I choose what to ditch at the end of each month, I decided to not have things that would do what a raincoat is made to do. I didn’t want to bring anything that got in the way of the things falling on me from above. From here on out anything that is causing a distraction between me and Big Guns upstairs is no longer going to be in my possession.
