This is from an email that I just sent to my family explaining the events of last night. I figured it was a good account, so I’m now posting it to this.
know that i am still doing really well emotionally. physically too actually.
OH…and last night I got prayed for by about 6 people from the church and they prayed me to be healed from asthma. when they were done, one guy said I am healed from asthma! not that it was really giving me much trouble at all lately…but still…THATS SWEET!!!
and then i was over at the other house (where 19 others from team A are staying) last night watching anchorman and left there at about 12:10am or so. by myself. with my red hip bag thing and my camera. the church people and families have kept telling us how unsafe it is here in terms of robbers and thiefs and stuff. and that we always need to be with at least one other person and be careful with what you bring. i always hold my camera in the football hold now as opposed to just letting it flap around behind my back. …i went anyway. again not the smartest thing probably. but i got out to the main road (its maybe a 10 minute walk to my house from theirs) and was waiting for a little moto-taxi thing. they’re like a three wheeled motorcycle with a cab thing on the back. pretty cool. so i was waiting for it, and i was praying that God would protect me from robbers and put his angels around me. maybe a minute later, a guy walks up to me.
he said he was a lieutenant in the military…and i just remembered this right now, but his name wasnt quite angel, but it seriously was something very close. that’s sweet!! (i have previously met some guys named angel, so its not uncommon)anyway, he told me how it wasnt safe for me to be there like that and he ended up standing with me for like 5-10 minutes until a moto-taxi came by. i told him i was a missionary, and as we parted ways he pointed and looked up at the sky, as i can only assume he was pointing and looking at God. SO COOL how God totally answered my prayer for protection.
then…i get back to my house…knock on the door and wait for probably 10 minutes. then clinton comes down and tells me that the deadbolt is locked and he cant find the key………………so what do i do….i climb up a column thing and onto the cement equivalent of an big 6×6 beam and proceed to climb in through one of the second story windows into a room where jimmy is asleep. i accidentally knock over joshs full nalgene off a chair and thus scare the crap outta jimmy.
but i made it in safe, i apologized big time and assured jimmy that it was just me…and had a good night sleep. 🙂
