One of my girls was sick and needed to see the doctor. My co leader and I felt it necessary for both of us to be there and took her that morning.
We got to the doctors office and there were quite a few people in there. I knew this wasn’t going to be a quick trip and was glad I had brought a book. I settled into my chair and began reading.
Over an hour had gone by and I got up to go to the bathroom. I told my team mates I would be right back and left my things with them.
I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me with the key. I peed quickly and was ready to go back out to the waiting room to get back to reading. As I went to open the door it wouldn’t open and was stuck.
I tried pulling. I tried twisting. I tried yanking. I tried moving it in different ways. I tried putting my all into getting the stupid thing open. Stuck is what I was. Locked in a bathroom in Africa.
I began to look around and contemplate how to get out. I thought about the window. The longer I looked at it though the more I thought about how my hips might get stuck and then I would be halfway in the window and halfway out of the window. That just seemed like it could go wrong way too many ways, so I decided against it.
I was too far from the other room to yell for help and knew they wouldn’t hear me. It just seemed like a waste of my oxygen and time.
I then began talking to Jesus because well to be honest I didn’t know what else to do.
I had been struggling with time and the entire month in general. Jesus allowed me quite a bit of time with no distractions that day.
I talked to Him about how I wasn’t sure if my team was being effective. I talked to Him about my future and what was next. I talked to Him about my family. I talked to Him about how to truly surrender. I talked to Him about what it meant to really Love well. I talked to Him about desire and that I just wanted more.
I sat on the toilet…with the lid down just crying out to the Father and thanking Him for how good He is and how far He has brought me.
I then asked Him why the bathroom? He said you wanted time with me so I gave it to you. Just you and me here with no distractions.
This turned into worship and praising Jesus name.
After a good forty five minutes I heard Gabby say Kayleigh are you ok. I then responded with yeah I’m fine but I am locked in here, can you help get me out. She began to laugh hysterically. She thought that I was sick again and was just giving me time alone. She went to find someone to help and a little later they got me out.
I then walked back out to the waiting area where everyone burst into laughter and were whispering. Apparently they could indeed hear everything and knew how much of a struggle it was trying to get out.
I asked Jesus for more and I wanted more of Him. I didn’t expect to get more of Him in the middle of a bathroom in Botswana but that’s what He saw fit.
I was frustrated at first and mad that I was stuck. After forty five sweet minutes with my Jesus I was thankful for being stuck and glad to be locked in a bathroom.
