So I haven’t been feeling well for a few days. I was a couple days ago, but I think I ate too much but also something else wasn’t right yet. So I haven’t eaten much the past few days. I just had an uneasy stomach that was NOT in the mood for the food here. Also the other night, my neck mysteriously starting hurting so I decided to just go to bed to avoid having to deal with it. So I lay down and decide to have Shannon come and pray for me since I am working on that and she is walking in that gift. BOOM! So she does and at that point I start to feel hot. She even prays for God to cool me off. It is no more than 15 minutes and I am to the point where I call Colby in to confirm what I already knew. That I had a sweet fever. I was so hot even I could tell by feeling my stomach. So I begin to shiver so I get in my sleeping bag liner and go to sleep. But before I do I start thanking God for everything I could think of. My team, where I am now, and whatever came to mind. About 3 hours later I am awake, COMPLETELY DRENCHED in sweat. So the fever had broke but this place is SO HOT at night. So I go out and cool off and get some water to rinse and cool off with. About an hour later I go to bed and get up feeling better. So I am glad I listened to God and have her pray over me because I believe that helped me that night.

                I still don’t eat much that day, but I am overall doing better. I have some energy but still not a WHOLE lot of an appetite. I swear it’s what they were fixing. Except for the beans and rice they serve here is BOMB, which is what we had tonight!! YAY! So this was after Colby and I talked for about an hour. I was listening to a Francis Chan podcast and God reminded me that I need to pray for people. So I turn the ipod off and proceed. So I am praying for my teammates, the other team, Josh and Lia, and for others. And God says, “Roll over and have Colby pray for your healing.” I am like what? No, in the morning. But still like, is this God or me? Should I? Then I get that feeling where you know you can’t not do it now! I was like ok, 3,2,….then he moved and I asked him if he was awake and he said yeah and I told him I think God wants you to pray for me. So of course he does and it was great. I loved the feeling of obedience to the father. That he told me and I did and now I am having my brother pray for me at 10PM in a mud house in Mozambique! I LOVE MY LIFE! So that in turn becomes an hour convo about all kinds of things. I just love seeing that move forward when all it takes is nothing really. So good! AND earlier that day we went and blessed Peter with 2 fans. One for his room and one for ours until we leave! So yeah! We can now sleep without becoming dehydrated overnight!

                AND I had my phone and some team money stolen out of my pocket at the bus stating in Beira. People are so obnoxious and ridiculous when getting onto public transport. So I am trying to create a block for the team to get on and some lady comes underneath my arm and is like “Be careful” and it doesn’t make sense at all to the situation. So I blow it off and get on and then she tells Alicia that she saw someone in my pocket and that’s when I realize that someone got my stuff. So of course I get up and we talk to the guard right outside the bus and we call the phone, but they aren’t dumb enough to get on the bus with me. We call a few times and they eventually turn it off and then I realize that I have a pattern code on it so they won’t be able to use it anyways! So they got a PAPER WEIGHT YOU JERKS! I am initially rather irritated at the obvious. But I start to think about things a little. It says in the Bible, if someone steals your coat you should give them your tunic. And I wonder what I would do if in FACT I saw the guy with my phone outside. I would probably get up and run after them to get MY phone back. Right? Isn’t that what we ALL would do? I start to think about it. I mean the things that just happened are INSTANTLY INCONVENIENT but in the grand scheme of things it isn’t. I mean yes I just lost ALL MY PHONE NUMBERS I had had for the past 7 years. Numbers I cherish. Numbers I collected. NUMBERS. Numbers that I actually only used a fraction of them and to be honest, they can be had again by a simple FB status update. And I am now out of my sweet little phone I loved, but I can get another. I did have a decent chunk of team money, but there is even a slot on the finance sheet for stolen money. So they thought of that and I know I can’t be the first one to have money to be stolen. So I CHOOSE to not let it get me down. And God lets me. Of course he does. When we finally get off the bus, we see 3 kids trying to get on ONE bike and they are having some time with it. They get going and I push them about 20 feet or so and let them go. We get up a ways and they had stopped and let one off so I jokingly try to get on, but decide eh why not! And get one and walk the bike a good 100 feet or so until it became uncomfortable. But since I didn’t WANT to be in that place, I wasn’t. I love that about our God. And I was told a while back that our heavenly father is a gentleman and won’t push anything, but will willingly GIVE all to those who ask! So good!
 
But I am at about 90% now and getting better! Thank you for all the prayers and love that you all have sent my way!!
 
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