Rwanda was a month of spiritual cray cray-ness, and I am starting to notice God’s pattern of doing thangs. When trying seasons come, God lays it on thick with encouragement and empowerment through His Spirit. So as crazy as Rwanda was with difficulties and oppositions, I also felt the Lord’s presence and received many prophetic words from Him. One was this: that I was a mother of many nations and that God was enlarging my borders.
“Mother of many nations…like Abraham…does that mean that I won’t have a baby until I’m 92…oh Lord say it ain’t so!!!!!!!!!!” Then, after calming myself down, I heard the Lord tell me that Uganda (month 8 on the Race) would be a month of expectation, almost as if I was in labor about to birth out newness.
Well what do ya know! Our host in Uganda, Pastor John and Grace, were expecting their 7th chld in the matter of days upon our arrival. I got to see what it was like for a woman to be ready to deliver new life any day, any time, and moment. I saw how it affected her walk, talk, body, everything! She catered her life around the new season approaching. The family got everything ready. And for some strange reason, she insisted that I (out of all my teammates) come to the hospital and be in the delivery room when she gives birth. (I wonder Who wanted me to get a look up close and personal at birth…hmmm.) So, I tagged along as she suddenly goes into labor the morning of August 2nd, and watched a miracle happen. Without making a single sound, Grace endured labor pains and gave birth to David Mark Walisimbi. (She later said if it had been a girl the name would’ve been Chanell Walisimbi…..imagine thatJ )
I remembered that God told me to be in expectation this month. But I still know what He had up His sleeve (or robe or whatever He wears). It wasn’t until last week that Pastor John and Grace approached me about being the godmother of David Mark that things began to tie together. I couldn’t believe that they’d entrust me to be one of the guardians in his life. I said yes, and then instantly remembered that God told me last month I was a mother of many nations…I guess it’s only appropriate that it started in Africa…where everything began. I don’t know how many children He will divinely attach to my life…but I’m open for whatever Lord.
This is me, the proud godmother to little David Mark. (And I won’t be one to spoil him…what size do the new Jordans come in? How small do they make the i-pad now?)
And this is Grace, David Mark and myself infront of their lovely home in Masaka Uganda.
Gotta save my pennies because this place is now my home away from home.
