Ministry in Tanzania is over and done with, and we’ve moved on to Uganda.
currently, most of the squad is out on the Nile rafting, but I (and a few other people) opted to stay back.
I’ve spent today resting, lying on a couch on a deck overlooking the river and spending time alone with the Lord.
Outside of the overall excitement of seeing the Nile River with my own two eyes, something huge occured to me.
I’m not all that far away (in the general scheme of things) from the spot where Moses’s mother put him in the Nile thousands of years ago.
How crazy is that?
Now that I’ve seen the Nile with my own two eyes, it’s even crazier to think that Moses being rescued by Pharaoh’s daughter could only have been orchestrated by God himself.
The Nile is HUGE.
Wide.
How in the world is a baby in a basket supposed to survive a ride in the Nile if not for the hand of God over him?
And the fact that he did, and was picked up out of the water is nothing short of miraculous.
Which begs the thought – if God’s hand was on Moses all that time in that situation as a baby, then how could it not be on me now?
In places where people walk into your house in the middle of the night and take what they can get their hands on, it’s miraculous that the guys in our house didn’t wake up while they were being robbed.
And when you’re riding in public transportation where the van doors don’t always open correctly, or fall off, it’s miraculous that that is the worst of the mechanical failures you experience.
Or when you’re on a bus and a tire explodes – it’s miraculous that all the driver has to do is pull off on the side of the road and change the tire in order to remedy the situation.
And that leads me to ask – how have you been protected under the hand of God?
