The other we were able to join a worship jam session with some missionaries here in Uganda. These 3 hours fed me more truth and encouragement than I had experienced all month and I was not expecting that. Going into this night I didn’t know what was going to happen. All I was told was there’s a worship night with some white people so I said sure! And let me tell you, it was a night that I will never forget on this race. To start with, when we got there we were greeted by four of the friendliest cutest dogs ever. Dogs we were able to cuddle and pet! The home was a home for street boys to get educated and taken care of and was started by a 22 year old 4 years ago. She is an incredible person to meet and to hear her testimony. Another side note, on the way to the bathroom I passed a cat cuddled up on a bed so of course I stopped and cuddled a while. Any place with cats and dogs is a winner. The home has no electricity so we had community by candle light. They fed us food and we began our worship. I didn’t realize how much I desired and needed community with others that sing the same songs and are a glimpse of home. The night started with Christmas carols by candle light, I wanted to cry. It was a beautiful sight. Worship continued and then came time to speak about what The Lord is speaking to us. This is where The Lord used this night to specially speak to my heart and challenge me. The founder of this ministry spoke on how we are not lacking in anything. We have everything that we need in order to come before The Lord and be used and to be connected with him. We are looking through our humanly perspectives rather than our spiritual glasses. We feel as though we are missing something because we are looking with the wrong perspective. There were more specific eloquent words said that were used to feed my soul. There have been many times on this race that I felt that this whole thing has not been as challenging as I thought it would have been. Honestly, it’s a lot easier than I imagined and I have felt that I was missing something. Coming into the race I was scared of unknown foods and stomach aches. I was scared of getting malaria. I didn’t even think about typhoid. I was nervous to be away for thanksgiving and Christmas. Well, with the sense of humor God has, I’ve encountered all of those things and they are bunny hills. Nothing was as bad as I was expecting. There have been lessons I’ve learned and obstacles to navigate but they have come with ease. With that, I played the comparison game. I thought that my race had to be some drastic dramatic event that broke me down and then rebuilt me because those are the stories I had heard. But my race is just that, it’s my race. I get to choose how it affects me. I get to choose The Lord and let him change me not my circumstances. I’m not saying I don’t want to change or to grow, at all. All I’m saying is I’m choosing to sing a new song. A song that looks at things through my spiritual glasses and sees things the way Jesus sees them. I no longer need to feel as though my race is missing something because it’s not. It’s great! I’ve learned lessons, had incredible community and done crazy things in the name of Jesus. Yes it’s only month four and hard times may come, but I’ll be ready for them because I know I lack nothing. So thank you Jesus for a night of animals, radical Christians and candle light worship.
