Yesterday I had a theme going and I wanted to just share I guess, because maybe it is significant. After having the morning off and getting sentimental on my last blog, I went to a meeting with the rest of my team about a graduation that is happening this weekend that we get to be a part of. There was a woman there, Mrs. Forestine, who was the director of the bible college that we were assisting in graduation. She is originally from Arkansas, so the American in the room was more than exciting and comforting. I will probably individually hug every American when I return… just kidding… well, maybe not. She talked a bit and then, being a strong, spirit-filled woman decided she wanted to pray over all of us individually.
I was immediately excited about this, because after constantly ministering all of the time and pouring out everything that I have, the thought of being ministered to was awesome. She prayed for me first and spoke something of “a word” over me. She spoke a lot about my name, and here is where I get to the theme. I know that my name comes from the word “laurel” which is actually a plant. This plant was used back in the day (gladiator times I think) to be woven and crown the victors. She talked about the victory that I live for and the freedom that is going to be so drastic in me that I would no longer be recognized when I experience it.
I already knew this about my name… but victory is something that I want so badly. I feel like if she would have said this 7 months ago that visions of real freedom and victory would not have meant as much as they do now. Later, I had to go with Jared to the Indian embassy to get VISAS in Kampala, and of course after the taxi, we had to hop on a boda-boda. After getting on, I quickly became acquainted with my driver-Frank. He told me that he was a “born again” and loved God. I told him my name and he paused there and told me that my name was powerful and that it was a beautiful name. I thought that was interesting, I guess because Africans usually can’t understand my name or even pronounce it.
After success at the embassy, we went to the internet since we were in town anyway. I sat down after Jared told me what he wanted and ordered for both of us, because he needed to go the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and Jared was taking a while if I’m being honest. Finally, he walked up and sat down with a huge smile on his face and told me that we had a new brother in Christ named Alex that gave his life to Jesus in the bathroom. Later Alex came, Jared bought him a drink, and we learned that his parents died and that he lived with his sister and worked 6-6 everyday to make a living.
