Jessi, Jenae, and I left for Tanzania a few days after Trevor, Jessica and Jillian, due to doctors appointments. It was a 16 hour bus ride from Nairobi to Tanzania. Jenae and Jessi stayed up all night the night before and I got about 3 hours of sleep. Needless to say we were exhausted on the bus.
The bus stopped every 20 minutes it seemed to pick up new passengers….I was getting pretty frustrated. After 12 hours our bus blew a tire. We pulled over and remained on the side of the road for a good 3 hours or so. My patience was wearing thin. I hadn’t eaten all day up to this point so Jenae gave me a pack of cookies. As soon as she handed them to me a man walked over to us and asked me to share with him. I handed him a few cookies then he stayed right there with us.
His name is Phillip. He is a missionary as well and a Gospel artist. He can’t read or write, however, he knows the scriptures extremely well. Possibly the best example I’ve seen of having the Word written on the heart. Phillip and I talked the whole time we were pulled over. He was very excited to have met us and asked if he could join us. He also told me that he wanted me to come back after the race and start a ministry with him. He was very enthusiastic about the idea. In just those few hours Phillip had planned my whole future out with this new ministry he was thinking of. I felt a little bad. I didn’t want to give him false hope that I would return, but who knows? While talking with me he would often cry and give me hugs and hand shakes. He also prophesied over me many things. Honestly, the words he spoke were powerful.
He changed seats with the person in front of me and sat there the rest of the way to Tanzania. Throughout the remainder of the ride, he would turn around and ask me to pray for him. I began to wonder what the people behind me were thinking. I mean, there we were at the front of the bus. And I’m not exactly used to what happened next.
While we were praying, Phillip put my hands on his head. Then he began to speak in tongues while his body was convulsing. I had no idea what to do other than trust God that He was in control.
After a total of 22 hours, we arrived in Tanzania. I said goodbye to Phillip and then the three of us met up with the rest of our team. This was a great example of how this year has gone. On the bus I was tired, hungry, aggravated that we stopped so many times, and I had almost no patience. And that was when God had ordained a meeting between me and another one of His children. It’s beautiful to me, so much of the ministry we see occurs in those moments in which we’re tired, hungry, or have lost our patience. I’m convinced that the reason the tire blew was so that Phillip and I could meet.
The bus stopped every 20 minutes it seemed to pick up new passengers….I was getting pretty frustrated. After 12 hours our bus blew a tire. We pulled over and remained on the side of the road for a good 3 hours or so. My patience was wearing thin. I hadn’t eaten all day up to this point so Jenae gave me a pack of cookies. As soon as she handed them to me a man walked over to us and asked me to share with him. I handed him a few cookies then he stayed right there with us.
His name is Phillip. He is a missionary as well and a Gospel artist. He can’t read or write, however, he knows the scriptures extremely well. Possibly the best example I’ve seen of having the Word written on the heart. Phillip and I talked the whole time we were pulled over. He was very excited to have met us and asked if he could join us. He also told me that he wanted me to come back after the race and start a ministry with him. He was very enthusiastic about the idea. In just those few hours Phillip had planned my whole future out with this new ministry he was thinking of. I felt a little bad. I didn’t want to give him false hope that I would return, but who knows? While talking with me he would often cry and give me hugs and hand shakes. He also prophesied over me many things. Honestly, the words he spoke were powerful.
He changed seats with the person in front of me and sat there the rest of the way to Tanzania. Throughout the remainder of the ride, he would turn around and ask me to pray for him. I began to wonder what the people behind me were thinking. I mean, there we were at the front of the bus. And I’m not exactly used to what happened next.
While we were praying, Phillip put my hands on his head. Then he began to speak in tongues while his body was convulsing. I had no idea what to do other than trust God that He was in control.
After a total of 22 hours, we arrived in Tanzania. I said goodbye to Phillip and then the three of us met up with the rest of our team. This was a great example of how this year has gone. On the bus I was tired, hungry, aggravated that we stopped so many times, and I had almost no patience. And that was when God had ordained a meeting between me and another one of His children. It’s beautiful to me, so much of the ministry we see occurs in those moments in which we’re tired, hungry, or have lost our patience. I’m convinced that the reason the tire blew was so that Phillip and I could meet.
