In a few hours it will be Sunday for me. The promise of a new week is glorious right now. It means that last week is done and gone and that I can move forward. Have you ever had one of those weeks when the weekend seems so far off it's almost just a dream? That was my week this past week. Sunday I was sick and in bed most of the day. When Monday came I wasn't feeling much better, but I was a part of a training conference so I had to face the day with a smile. The conference was all week from 8-5:30. All in all it went well. I met some very lovely people working with the Africa Gospel Church, I enjoyed catch-up time with some that I already knew, and got to see people's unabashed enthusiasm for Jesus and for His Kingdom to be furthered. Praise the Lord.
So even though the conference was good, I found myself very easily distracted. This might have been because the conference was held under a tin roof with hardly any air circulation. I'm not just talking a bit warm. I'm talking equatorial sun beating down on a tin roof that in turn radiates heat onto every inch of your body. Even the bible in my lap was hot from the roof's heat. The week was full of other stuff as well. I'm still teaching at the Center of Hope... twice a week now and of course I love it. My class is by far the best class there. :) Also we are still doing the Wednesday night worship service which is going really well. We're now doing storying for the message and I really think everyone likes it a lot. As I've said before, many who attend are not Christians and storying is a great way to teach the bible. I've enjoyed it a lot so far. This month is a bit hectic for WGM folk because there are so many people coming and going. We've had so many visitors and other people arrive that we've been very busy hosting for meals.
Life has just been very busy. Not bad, not stressful, just busy. Ministry has been going very well and I love knowing that I'm where I'm supposed to be. You know who does not love that I'm in God's will? Satan. And to be honest he's been working over time to bring me down. Unfortunately it's worked a bit. Since all has been going well and I'm somehow a threat and a bunch of new things have popped up just in the past week that are enough to bring me down. Sometimes we are asked to do things by God and we know they won't be easy, but we know they're right. So in doing things that I know are right I'm also paying the consequences of other people's reactions. I can't control how other's respond, but it's still been difficult for someone like me, who's all about relationships. On top of that I keep finding out little things here and there that discourage me.
Since I'm so relational it bugs me when someone writes me off. I just found out that I'm being stifled from doing some stuff because of someone's opinion of me based on something that happened years ago. It just seems silly. I know this is all very vague, but I guess I'm just asking for prayer. I'm trying to be graceful and to do exactly what Jesus wants and because of that I'm finding myself under attack. Would you join me in praying against the evil one? Against his lies and his efforts of disunity amongst God's people?
This is really what I've been focused on all week. God is so good and so faithful and it's refreshing to rest in Him. The only thing that got me through was little times here and there spent in the quiet of His presence. I never want to be too busy to pray. I never want to be too busy to seek the Lord and be in His will. Psalm 63 is probably my favorite Psalm and it's been a great comfort. I encourage you to read it today.
So while I've been a bit down, I'm definitely not out. I'm really looking forward to Holy week and celebrating the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. I'm looking forward to an evening of worship Thursday night with a great group of people. I'm trusting the Lord and remembering His promises to me.
One last thing... I just want to remind you how much I love Uganda. I love being here and serving here. I love early morning boda rides when the breeze is still cool and people are moving about preparing for their day ahead. I love the beauty of the tropical land where I live. I love the smells of the morning dew. I took a boda to the conference a few days this week instead of driving. One day on the way home it was beginning to rain a bit, but I loved it. I loved the "cold" air hitting my wet face. My boda driver doesn't even think twice about maybe stopping because it's raining... he knows that I'd rather keep going and ride in the rain. The way that the storms roll in over the hills of Kampala during the rainy season is like artwork. There's so much beauty in the dark, looming clouds, the loud rolls of thunders, and the fierce strikes of lightening. I love coming over the top of Tank Hill and seeing Lake Victoria glittering in the sunlight. I even love the hectic roads... walking up hills with roads only wide enough for a car and a half to fit, having to jump out of the way of on coming cars. I love the little lizards that live in my house with me. It's like having pets that I don't have to care for. I love that when I go visit my goat the little children who live around him run to find him and bring him to me. They love to laugh at me as a pick Nico up and play with him. I love those short times of fellowship when a language barrier doesn't even matter because a loving smile is enough. I love laughing and joking with my "Uganda family". I love playing Uno with the Sudanese guys, knowing that they are cheating and calling them out when I see it. I love seeing people raise their arms high to Jesus, exalting His name. I love Uganda.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Toilet Trials... ;)
I've arrived back in Kampala and I'm so very glad to be home! I was introduced to many awesome ministries in Kenya and I'm very excited to share about them with you. Just not tonight. Tonight I thought I'd share something that has affected me greatly. It's tough for me to even think about right now, but there's value is sharing in each other's trials. So here you go...
The drive from Kenya is a long one. We had already traveled about 7 or 8 hours, crossed the border back into Uganda, and were only about two hours from Kampala when I realized how full my bladder was. We stopped at a gas station in Jinja to grab some snacks, use the potty, and fuel up before the last leg of our journey. I try my best to not drink much if anything while on the road here because the toilets are what I like to call squatty potties. Basically a hole in the ground of the stall. The smell itself is enough to keep me away, but I knew that if I waited two more hours it would not be a pleasant trip. (Roads around Kampala are full of giant, car-eating potholes, it's enough to make the strongest bladder shiver in fear.)
Naturally I carry a roll of toilet paper because there's about a 1% chance that a toilet is equipped with some. So with my TP in hand I ventured off behind the gas station to the "toilets". I opened the first stall that I came to, as they're unisex, and stepped up onto the tile. The first thing I noticed, besides the pungent odor was that the floor was all wet. I'm not talking just right around the hole, the entire stall was wet. I don't know if there were many people before me who completely missed or what, but it was gross. By this time I had to go so bad that it didn't matter. I was already in the stall, I might as well follow through. So I assumed the position, relieved my bladder, and went to head out.
It's at this point in story that I feel compelled to tell you that I was wearing flip flops. Not new ones, three year old flip flops. It's good to be comfy when you travel, right?
So with wet flip flops I put my right foot out to step down onto the cement and be on my merry way back into clean air. Well... the first step is a "doozy" as they say. As soon as my foot touched the glossy, smooth cement it went sliding away from me. What happened next happened so quickly that I don't even remember how I got back on my feet. Of course I slipped and fell; the upper half of me landed in the hepatitis, pee-filled stall and the lower half landed on the ground outside. I don't know how I got up so quickly, but in what seemed like less time than it took me to fall I was back on my feet. The only thing running through my mind was, "I just landed in pee!!" I didn't even think about the pain until I was upright and limping around to the front of the gas station to buy my Mountain Dew. It was then that I looked down, saw the blood on my foot, and realized that I was hurting.
So before I went into the little shop I did a survey of the damage. My big toe on my right foot was bleeding and I couldn't really bend it. My right ankle was sore, but I rolled it about a month ago so I didn't think too much of that. Then I tried to think how I landed because I was pretty sore all over already, but it all happened so fast and I just wanted to get out of the pee so I hadn't even thought it through yet. My left arm had a scrap and was in a good amount of pain, but I knew nothing was broken. I decided to suck it up and move on as though nothing happened. Luckily there wasn't anyone else back by the toilets; no witnesses was a good thing as I'm sure I looked ridiculous. However as I entered the shop I couldn't help but start giggling about what I had just done. Yes I was in pain and totally horrified to be covered in pee, but in reality if I had seen someone wipe out like I did I would have been cracking up. I explained to the others what had just happened, we bought our snacks, and continued our journey home.
As I got back in the car, after I sanitized my hands I began to think about the fact that I could have been hurt a lot worse. By the way I landed on the step I could have either hit my head and been knocked out or broken my left arm. I was so thankful to Jesus that I walked away with just a sprained toe and sore ankle. My mom broke both of her arms slipping on ice this winter, had to have surgery, and is still in physical therapy because of it.
Anyways, after sitting in Kampala traffic we made it home safely. I walked into my house, dropped my bags, said a quick hello to the new roommates, and went and took a shower. When I woke up the next morning my left arm was covered in huge dark bruises. I don't bruise easily and it still looks like I've been beaten, but all in all I'm ok.
So why did I decide to tell you all this embarrassing story? Mainly because it's funny! If something like this happened to you I would expect you to tell me so that I could get a good laugh too. :) I don't get embarrassed that easy and I'm clumsy... we should all benefit from my silly misfortune, right? I hope you've gotten a good mental picture and have been able to laugh a bit. The next time I road trip it in Africa I'm wearing my Nikes.
The drive from Kenya is a long one. We had already traveled about 7 or 8 hours, crossed the border back into Uganda, and were only about two hours from Kampala when I realized how full my bladder was. We stopped at a gas station in Jinja to grab some snacks, use the potty, and fuel up before the last leg of our journey. I try my best to not drink much if anything while on the road here because the toilets are what I like to call squatty potties. Basically a hole in the ground of the stall. The smell itself is enough to keep me away, but I knew that if I waited two more hours it would not be a pleasant trip. (Roads around Kampala are full of giant, car-eating potholes, it's enough to make the strongest bladder shiver in fear.)
Naturally I carry a roll of toilet paper because there's about a 1% chance that a toilet is equipped with some. So with my TP in hand I ventured off behind the gas station to the "toilets". I opened the first stall that I came to, as they're unisex, and stepped up onto the tile. The first thing I noticed, besides the pungent odor was that the floor was all wet. I'm not talking just right around the hole, the entire stall was wet. I don't know if there were many people before me who completely missed or what, but it was gross. By this time I had to go so bad that it didn't matter. I was already in the stall, I might as well follow through. So I assumed the position, relieved my bladder, and went to head out.
It's at this point in story that I feel compelled to tell you that I was wearing flip flops. Not new ones, three year old flip flops. It's good to be comfy when you travel, right?
So with wet flip flops I put my right foot out to step down onto the cement and be on my merry way back into clean air. Well... the first step is a "doozy" as they say. As soon as my foot touched the glossy, smooth cement it went sliding away from me. What happened next happened so quickly that I don't even remember how I got back on my feet. Of course I slipped and fell; the upper half of me landed in the hepatitis, pee-filled stall and the lower half landed on the ground outside. I don't know how I got up so quickly, but in what seemed like less time than it took me to fall I was back on my feet. The only thing running through my mind was, "I just landed in pee!!" I didn't even think about the pain until I was upright and limping around to the front of the gas station to buy my Mountain Dew. It was then that I looked down, saw the blood on my foot, and realized that I was hurting.
So before I went into the little shop I did a survey of the damage. My big toe on my right foot was bleeding and I couldn't really bend it. My right ankle was sore, but I rolled it about a month ago so I didn't think too much of that. Then I tried to think how I landed because I was pretty sore all over already, but it all happened so fast and I just wanted to get out of the pee so I hadn't even thought it through yet. My left arm had a scrap and was in a good amount of pain, but I knew nothing was broken. I decided to suck it up and move on as though nothing happened. Luckily there wasn't anyone else back by the toilets; no witnesses was a good thing as I'm sure I looked ridiculous. However as I entered the shop I couldn't help but start giggling about what I had just done. Yes I was in pain and totally horrified to be covered in pee, but in reality if I had seen someone wipe out like I did I would have been cracking up. I explained to the others what had just happened, we bought our snacks, and continued our journey home.
As I got back in the car, after I sanitized my hands I began to think about the fact that I could have been hurt a lot worse. By the way I landed on the step I could have either hit my head and been knocked out or broken my left arm. I was so thankful to Jesus that I walked away with just a sprained toe and sore ankle. My mom broke both of her arms slipping on ice this winter, had to have surgery, and is still in physical therapy because of it.
Anyways, after sitting in Kampala traffic we made it home safely. I walked into my house, dropped my bags, said a quick hello to the new roommates, and went and took a shower. When I woke up the next morning my left arm was covered in huge dark bruises. I don't bruise easily and it still looks like I've been beaten, but all in all I'm ok.
So why did I decide to tell you all this embarrassing story? Mainly because it's funny! If something like this happened to you I would expect you to tell me so that I could get a good laugh too. :) I don't get embarrassed that easy and I'm clumsy... we should all benefit from my silly misfortune, right? I hope you've gotten a good mental picture and have been able to laugh a bit. The next time I road trip it in Africa I'm wearing my Nikes.
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