Bacon, Lettuce, Tomatoes. No, not going to happen in Uganda, not going to happen for awhile. What did happen, Bungee Jumping, Love, and Typhoid. Yes, that’s what was experienced in this month of September and so much more. I am sorry that this has been such a silent month in the land of blogs and picture postings. Internet was not our friend here, in Uganda, we are praying that Rwanda brings us a better chance to communicate with our loved ones and faithful supporters and prayer warriors.
Uganda has been an amazing month, we were overwhelmed with its beauty and rolling hills and valleys, day 1, and as we pulled into Adrift Adventures, I was in awe of God and his creation, when I saw the sun set over the Nile River, the river that Moses drifted down to Pharaoh's daughter, a river of the past, but a river of today. God is good.
I had such an amazing time with my squadmates, as we enjoyed “American” food and shared our stories of our time in Kenya. God worked in each one of us and we were filled with blessing to hear what God had done, what He was doing, and what He continues to do.
Bungee jumping with my teammate and sister, Elizabeth, was an experience of a lifetime. It took our breath away as we stood that we stood so far above the water. Even with the guy’s instruction, I couldn’t resist looking down and seeing what we would experience in just a few short minutes. We were individually secured and then we were to secured together and we slowly moved to the edge where we grabbed a hold of the awning just above us, and were encouraged to wave to our squadmates across the way, who were cheering us on, as we had to trust that the man that stood behind us, would do as he said and not let us fall, at least not yet. So we waved, grabbed each other in a hugging embrace as we were instructed and we took our leap on the count of 3 and then we fell, and fell, and fell some more until we were dunked in the Nile and made several journeys up and down. It took great trust, it took courage, it took teamwork. What an experience, but it reminded me of trusting God, trusting God takes courage, because most of the time, we do not know what is ahead. We must trust that God has us securely in his grasp and He’s never letting go. He loves us just too much. Teamwork can also be known as our community of believers that hold us accountable. They are there to keep us on track and helping direct us back to the Father, when our eyes stray. We are dunked in the Nile of God’s love and when we bounce back, His love can overflow onto others as we tell them of our experience.
We were on a School/Orphanage/Church compound this month, where 8 women were squeezed into a small room and 4 gentlemen were in an even smaller room. Our first day there, we were given a tour of the compound and we walked into the girl’s dormitory where the children immediately began greeting us and shaking our hands., but one girl gave another teammate a great big hug. It did not take but a few seconds, and we were being surrounded on all sides by girls waiting to hug us, this continued on for a solid 5 minutes. It was then I decided, that if I ever had a difficult day, all I needed to do was step into this room and my difficulties would become nothing. What we all came to realize, as the month progressed, children would find us at all hours of the day and swarm, yes swarm us, touching our faces, our hair, our arms, our tattoos (these were attempted to be removed by a rubbing hand of a child) =) Simply so much love. I was blessed by their joy, their dancing/singing spirits they brought to every situation; and their prayer warrior spirits (people were healed of diseases and demons were cast out, by these children). I learned a lesson from these amazingly loving children. There was no fear, no doubt in what God could do. My prayers changed this month. I prayed for courage, discernment, and a heart of abandonment. I prayed for the heart of a child.
Typhoid. Yes, typhoid was experienced, but God used my time of rest and recuperation, to bless me with rest, to bless me with his love. Thank you for your prayers, they were felt, they were heard, and your prayers were answered and I am well.
Uganda was an incredible experience and I will miss it, miss the people, miss the children, and miss simply the beauty of everything we experienced. God builds on each month, so I can’t imagine what Rwanda will bring.
