If you read my last post, you know that I had a run-in with a parking attendant here in Jinja recently. I must say that it is one I am not proud of ...
After going to the parking office and being assured that I was in the 'right,' (and told that I only had to pay one ticket for each hour) I felt justified somehow in not paying the parking attendant the two tickets he was demanding.
Now I must tell you that it is very true that the parking attendants do attempt to scam you (at least us mzungus - white people) on a regular basis. From asking you for money with a story like that they did not receive their paycheck this month to giving you used tickets and so on. I know that this current parking attendant wrote a dishonest time down on my ticket as it was nearly 40 minutes off.
But besides those facts ... I was still clearly wrong. A friend pointed out to me where the law is stated in writing. And it is definitely one ticket per hour UP TO THE TWO HOURS which means that my hour and a quarter would have owed the parking attendant two tickets, not one as I had previously been lead to believe (and believed whole-heartedly)!!!
Well, once I realized this truth, I knew that I needed to go to the parking attendant and ask for forgiveness. You can imagine how surprised he was when this belligerent white lady knelt before him in broad daylight amidst a busy Main Street and asked for his forgiveness ... I was delighted to find that he still had his job and that he was willing to extend grace to me.
But I must say that eating humble pie is not my favorite pastime ...
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
But Oh, What A Day!
This week has been a busy one for me and yesterday was no exception. I have been feeling like I am barely treading water and only keeping my head out of the water just enough to breathe. Between the power outages and trying to get on top of school and just everyday living, the balance has somehow been thrown off.
It's not that yesterday started out any different than others this week. Getting up and starting school later than planned is a poor way to begin the day though, especially skipping time with Him that I so desperately needed.
So, even though it was busy, I made it through the morning (on my own) and even enjoyed a nice lunch at a new restaurant in town with a friend. It was after this that the day actually started turning what seemed to look awful 'bad.'
Here in Uganda, the city charges vehicles taxes for parking in the form of little parking tickets that you are required to purchase and give to designated parking attendants each time you park on the street (each parking attendant is assigned to a separate part of the street/block). As we readied to leave the restaurant, the parking attendant approached the window and demanded that I give him two tickets because I was parked so long.
Well, that wouldn't "sound" unusual and really it is not. But I had not been parked but for about an hour and a half at the most. One ticket is good for up to two hours. My sense of 'fairness and justice' rose up quickly within.
Now it is also not unusual for parking attendants to attempt to scam us mzungus (white people) ... they routinely sell you tickets that someone else already paid for instead of giving you new/unused tickets ... or they may demand more tickets than you owe ... or they may tell you that the charge is 2,000 shillings for a strip of tickets when it is only 1,000 shillings, etc.
Normally when I am approached with someone who is attempting to scam me, I call them on it and they end up smiling and let down quickly. I pay the correct amount and I drive off happy. No big deal. But this time was different for some reason. The attendant didn't back down quickly and when I discovered he had written an incorrect time of arrival on my tax invoice, that made me much more irritated with the man. This was more than a simple 'verbal' scam and I was much more indignant with him. Even with his incorrect time of arrival, the total time still did not add up to more than two hours either. I was suddenly determined to get this fellow's name and report him to the head office of city parking.
What ensued was really a rather childish exchange of me trying to write down his correct name and employee number from his paperwork and he trying to make it look like I had stolen his paperwork, throwing it inside my van several times, the end result of which was me finally driving off with the paperwork left in the street for him to hopefully retrieve once I had gone. I even left him with two tickets, of all things!
Now if I look at this event as purely what is right and wrong, I might think that I was only doing what was right, and I suppose I might be justified. I did end up going home and writing out a letter of complaint with all the facts of the event and taking it to the office later that afternoon. But the letter was more in protection of myself (to hopefully avoid some high taxation on our vehicle as a result of whatever concocted story the parking attendant may report about me).
But this was only the beginning of my afternoon yesterday ... at this point, I had not admitted to myself that I was in no way reacting in a way that was honoring God. I went home and had some more things to do, but decided I needed to go buy a couple things at the supermarket first before I got to work on them. Well, I was in a hurry and obviously wasn't paying close enough attention. I turned onto a street near the supermarket and as I rounded the corner, I saw there were not many spots open to park. So I picked the closest one, just past a small parked car. As I whipped into the spot, I suddenly heard a horrible crunching sound that I have only heard when a car is being wrecked ... oh, no!!! It was me, just clipping the front right corner of that parked car, with the side of the van! I was trying to avoid parallel parking and also wasn't being careful!!! Ugh!!!
Now what ensued next could be have become a horrible picture very quickly, one's worst nightmare. In Uganda, crowds are riled up quickly. Sides are taken, especially if you have white skin and the offended party is dark-skinned. Despite any of the facts, the white-skinned person is often and most immediately at fault. In this instance, I was 'clearly' at fault ... oh, my ...
To me, instead what occurred is no short of a miracle. It demonstrates God's goodness and tender-hearted grace toward me. The owner of the car was an Indian (from the country of India, not like an American Indian) and he was the least bit upset. He didn't even take my contact information or write down the license plate of the van! And to top that off, he told Bob two times that he was so sorry!!!
In short, I called Bob while he called his mechanic. Bob arrived just before the mechanic and they agreed to a price to fix the car back to its original shape. Bob paid the mechanic who was to order the parts and would pick up the man's car tomorrow to fix it for him. And that was the end of it ... we drove off shortly thereafter!!!
The van has scrapes on the side of it now but no major problems, reminders of my carelessness ... reminders of my PRIDE (ouch)!!!
Now back to the scene of the earlier afternoon. God used this second scene to humble me and boy, did I need it!!! The parking attendant may have been dishonest but he is just trying to make a living. Life is hard here, especially for the average Ugandan. Prices continue to rise on food and fuel. In just over 18 months of living here, some things have doubled in price while others are "only" 30% more in price on just about everything. Yet the wages have remained about the same for everyone. I know it's hard everywhere and I'm not 'excusing' his sins. I am merely recognizing that I definitely gave this man absolutely 'no' grace. And I really was not about to even consider doing so ... all over some stupid little parking ticket that would have only cost me probably 15 cents or some ridiculously low amount!!!
So I think you can see I "needed" some humbling yesterday. I am just so grateful that He humbled me with His tender heart that took 'it easy on me.' I cannot imagine living without our God and His incredible grace and love. But somehow I had forgotten just how much He has given me and couldn't even seem to offer a glimpse of it to those around me. May I not forget yesterday and the lessons learned, but most of all, may I remember to offer grace freely to those around me. May my witness to others show Him at all times, whether I am being treated fairly or poorly ...
It's not that yesterday started out any different than others this week. Getting up and starting school later than planned is a poor way to begin the day though, especially skipping time with Him that I so desperately needed.
So, even though it was busy, I made it through the morning (on my own) and even enjoyed a nice lunch at a new restaurant in town with a friend. It was after this that the day actually started turning what seemed to look awful 'bad.'
Here in Uganda, the city charges vehicles taxes for parking in the form of little parking tickets that you are required to purchase and give to designated parking attendants each time you park on the street (each parking attendant is assigned to a separate part of the street/block). As we readied to leave the restaurant, the parking attendant approached the window and demanded that I give him two tickets because I was parked so long.
Well, that wouldn't "sound" unusual and really it is not. But I had not been parked but for about an hour and a half at the most. One ticket is good for up to two hours. My sense of 'fairness and justice' rose up quickly within.
Now it is also not unusual for parking attendants to attempt to scam us mzungus (white people) ... they routinely sell you tickets that someone else already paid for instead of giving you new/unused tickets ... or they may demand more tickets than you owe ... or they may tell you that the charge is 2,000 shillings for a strip of tickets when it is only 1,000 shillings, etc.
Normally when I am approached with someone who is attempting to scam me, I call them on it and they end up smiling and let down quickly. I pay the correct amount and I drive off happy. No big deal. But this time was different for some reason. The attendant didn't back down quickly and when I discovered he had written an incorrect time of arrival on my tax invoice, that made me much more irritated with the man. This was more than a simple 'verbal' scam and I was much more indignant with him. Even with his incorrect time of arrival, the total time still did not add up to more than two hours either. I was suddenly determined to get this fellow's name and report him to the head office of city parking.
What ensued was really a rather childish exchange of me trying to write down his correct name and employee number from his paperwork and he trying to make it look like I had stolen his paperwork, throwing it inside my van several times, the end result of which was me finally driving off with the paperwork left in the street for him to hopefully retrieve once I had gone. I even left him with two tickets, of all things!
Now if I look at this event as purely what is right and wrong, I might think that I was only doing what was right, and I suppose I might be justified. I did end up going home and writing out a letter of complaint with all the facts of the event and taking it to the office later that afternoon. But the letter was more in protection of myself (to hopefully avoid some high taxation on our vehicle as a result of whatever concocted story the parking attendant may report about me).
But this was only the beginning of my afternoon yesterday ... at this point, I had not admitted to myself that I was in no way reacting in a way that was honoring God. I went home and had some more things to do, but decided I needed to go buy a couple things at the supermarket first before I got to work on them. Well, I was in a hurry and obviously wasn't paying close enough attention. I turned onto a street near the supermarket and as I rounded the corner, I saw there were not many spots open to park. So I picked the closest one, just past a small parked car. As I whipped into the spot, I suddenly heard a horrible crunching sound that I have only heard when a car is being wrecked ... oh, no!!! It was me, just clipping the front right corner of that parked car, with the side of the van! I was trying to avoid parallel parking and also wasn't being careful!!! Ugh!!!
Now what ensued next could be have become a horrible picture very quickly, one's worst nightmare. In Uganda, crowds are riled up quickly. Sides are taken, especially if you have white skin and the offended party is dark-skinned. Despite any of the facts, the white-skinned person is often and most immediately at fault. In this instance, I was 'clearly' at fault ... oh, my ...
To me, instead what occurred is no short of a miracle. It demonstrates God's goodness and tender-hearted grace toward me. The owner of the car was an Indian (from the country of India, not like an American Indian) and he was the least bit upset. He didn't even take my contact information or write down the license plate of the van! And to top that off, he told Bob two times that he was so sorry!!!
In short, I called Bob while he called his mechanic. Bob arrived just before the mechanic and they agreed to a price to fix the car back to its original shape. Bob paid the mechanic who was to order the parts and would pick up the man's car tomorrow to fix it for him. And that was the end of it ... we drove off shortly thereafter!!!
The van has scrapes on the side of it now but no major problems, reminders of my carelessness ... reminders of my PRIDE (ouch)!!!
Now back to the scene of the earlier afternoon. God used this second scene to humble me and boy, did I need it!!! The parking attendant may have been dishonest but he is just trying to make a living. Life is hard here, especially for the average Ugandan. Prices continue to rise on food and fuel. In just over 18 months of living here, some things have doubled in price while others are "only" 30% more in price on just about everything. Yet the wages have remained about the same for everyone. I know it's hard everywhere and I'm not 'excusing' his sins. I am merely recognizing that I definitely gave this man absolutely 'no' grace. And I really was not about to even consider doing so ... all over some stupid little parking ticket that would have only cost me probably 15 cents or some ridiculously low amount!!!
So I think you can see I "needed" some humbling yesterday. I am just so grateful that He humbled me with His tender heart that took 'it easy on me.' I cannot imagine living without our God and His incredible grace and love. But somehow I had forgotten just how much He has given me and couldn't even seem to offer a glimpse of it to those around me. May I not forget yesterday and the lessons learned, but most of all, may I remember to offer grace freely to those around me. May my witness to others show Him at all times, whether I am being treated fairly or poorly ...
Friday, December 9, 2011
Power and the Christmas Season
As I sit here enjoying our Christmas tree lights (although it is a small fake one - no Oregon mountains to go get a fresh tree here), I am struck by the beauty of such simplicity and the joy it brings to my heart. I am grateful for the power that has been 'on' more this week than it has been 'off.' (Something that has 'not' been the norm since we returned here last month.)
My mind quickly shifts to the local Ugandans who live here. For many, living without power is an everyday occurrence. They rely upon others to recharge their cell phones and local businesses for all of their power needs. They make their supper largely in the dark using small charcoal cookers. As soon as the sun is up, their new day begins again. It is no wonder that they rarely eat breakfast here before beginning their day when the labor of it all would take so much time. Rather, it is more pressing to get started on the work set out before them. Besides, there is most likely not enough money to prepare three meals each day anyhow. Instead, they often rely upon the trees along the road for a quick snack to bide off their hunger and eat a rather large meal at the end of the day, filling their plates in heaps of food but possibly not with much nutritional value.
Yes, as I think upon the local life and how grateful I am for mine (not just the Christmas tree lights), it is no wonder that giving up the regular comforts of home surrounded by friends and family in America seems so not like much of a sacrifice to us. (although it doesn't mean I don't miss it and my heart even aches at times) Somehow we enjoy the simple pleasures and comforts that we can enjoy here perhaps more than we ever did before. God's gifts come to us in so many packages and for me, at least for the moment, it is the safe home and a couch to sit on, watching Christmas tree lights (enjoying the gift of power) and praying for the Ugandans surrounding me that God would give them some simple beauty to also enjoy this day.
My mind quickly shifts to the local Ugandans who live here. For many, living without power is an everyday occurrence. They rely upon others to recharge their cell phones and local businesses for all of their power needs. They make their supper largely in the dark using small charcoal cookers. As soon as the sun is up, their new day begins again. It is no wonder that they rarely eat breakfast here before beginning their day when the labor of it all would take so much time. Rather, it is more pressing to get started on the work set out before them. Besides, there is most likely not enough money to prepare three meals each day anyhow. Instead, they often rely upon the trees along the road for a quick snack to bide off their hunger and eat a rather large meal at the end of the day, filling their plates in heaps of food but possibly not with much nutritional value.
Yes, as I think upon the local life and how grateful I am for mine (not just the Christmas tree lights), it is no wonder that giving up the regular comforts of home surrounded by friends and family in America seems so not like much of a sacrifice to us. (although it doesn't mean I don't miss it and my heart even aches at times) Somehow we enjoy the simple pleasures and comforts that we can enjoy here perhaps more than we ever did before. God's gifts come to us in so many packages and for me, at least for the moment, it is the safe home and a couch to sit on, watching Christmas tree lights (enjoying the gift of power) and praying for the Ugandans surrounding me that God would give them some simple beauty to also enjoy this day.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Rainy Season Storms
Wow!!! What a huge storm last night ... the eye of the storm must have passed over us three different and very separate times. How anyone could sleep through all that noise is beyond me (but Josh managed to do so). Evidence was all around this morning with limbs down here and there all around town. Power went out at the onset of the storm as well.
Rainy season is obviously quite upon us right now. I have certainly enjoyed the cooler temperatures this past week -- in the 70s most of the time and even in the upper 60s when we rise in the mornings. Very pleasant overall.
But I can't help but think of all those folks out there in mud-walled and grass-thatch roofed homes. For them, storms can mean the difference between losing everything and actually surviving the night. The torrential rains bring instant flooding through the villages. If the downpour doesn't affect their homes, the flooding may just finish them off.
As I lay there listening to the storm in my safe and warm, cozy bed, I find myself praying for those that I know who live in such houses. Most of those I know here personally live in the islands of Lake Victoria. They literally know what it means to survive from day to day.
Lightning strikes are not uncommon here either, not just of objects but also people. So I also think about their personal physical safety during such times.
Realizing the struggle just to make it through the storms that come and go so frequently here during the rainy season, it is no wonder that the Ugandan people tend to live day to day without a whole lot of emphasis on the future ahead. There is so much to be done just to make it through the day.
So if you think about it the next time you are in a storm, whether in your warm and safe house or car, please pray for the Ugandan people. Just plain everyday living can be such a struggle during such times. With rising inflation at 30%+ this past month, it is no wonder that even just feeding their families is difficult.
But we know the God who provides all that is truly needed and we give Him glory even when He sends the storms. And we thank Him for such awesome protection in the midst of these storms!
Rainy season is obviously quite upon us right now. I have certainly enjoyed the cooler temperatures this past week -- in the 70s most of the time and even in the upper 60s when we rise in the mornings. Very pleasant overall.
But I can't help but think of all those folks out there in mud-walled and grass-thatch roofed homes. For them, storms can mean the difference between losing everything and actually surviving the night. The torrential rains bring instant flooding through the villages. If the downpour doesn't affect their homes, the flooding may just finish them off.
As I lay there listening to the storm in my safe and warm, cozy bed, I find myself praying for those that I know who live in such houses. Most of those I know here personally live in the islands of Lake Victoria. They literally know what it means to survive from day to day.
Lightning strikes are not uncommon here either, not just of objects but also people. So I also think about their personal physical safety during such times.
Realizing the struggle just to make it through the storms that come and go so frequently here during the rainy season, it is no wonder that the Ugandan people tend to live day to day without a whole lot of emphasis on the future ahead. There is so much to be done just to make it through the day.
So if you think about it the next time you are in a storm, whether in your warm and safe house or car, please pray for the Ugandan people. Just plain everyday living can be such a struggle during such times. With rising inflation at 30%+ this past month, it is no wonder that even just feeding their families is difficult.
But we know the God who provides all that is truly needed and we give Him glory even when He sends the storms. And we thank Him for such awesome protection in the midst of these storms!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Phew!!! How Jesus must have felt ...
Today was our second Sunday back in Uganda, but somehow it felt like we'd been here all along and had never left. I had been scheduled to teach children's church months ago, and it was my turn. Janae started back with the preschool class, and Bob, well, he was asked to preach again.
The church we attend is a very unique church. It is similar to a campus ministry with lots of transient attendees. The missionaries from America that started the church had a heart for missionaries who were not being fed well on the weekends. They were giving, giving, giving and getting spent in the process. His desire was to have a place where missionaries could come and get truly fed. This means there are a lot of white missionaries there. It also means that some of those missionaries cannot just get fed. Some of us must work in order for things to get done.
Nowadays, we meet on the side lawn of his home on plastic lawn chairs with a sound system. The worship team is primarily Ugandan, leading American type contemporary worship songs. In the back courtyard of his home, the children's program runs between 70-80 children on any given Sunday, most Ugandan and many without much English knowledge. The preschoolers get to stay inside his office for their Bible story and activity time.
When you look out at the congregation, you will see a real mix of colors. There are missionaries from around the world, including many short term visitors and workers. There are some white business people as well. And yes, there are also a lot of Ugandans in this mix. We must be running over 150 now as there seems to be less and less open chairs available, but I'm not really sure. The church is finally looking at purchasing property to build an open concept type structure that fits our needs.
As I said, today was my turn to do children's church. Because of the nature of the church itself, there are only 5 or 6 of us that take turns in the children's ministry. And only 1 of us on any given Sunday is required to 'hang out' with those 70 average school age children. That alone sounds overwhelming.
But I am truly amazed each time I have my turn. The children know the routine and for the most part, sit still and listen. We have little visual stimulus and rarely have music to sing with. Yet, somehow, we hope that God's Word is being poured into these little hearts.
Today I was sharing about the Sermon on the Mount. I couldn't help but be in awe of Jesus as His audience was much more broad than mine in so many ways. His captivating way held their attention and fed their souls. I was only with the children for 40-45 minutes and I was exhausted. I cannot imagine preaching on a hillside with thousands and actually keeping their attention without a microphone. But I can imagine how "Jesus" did ... well, sort of. Phew!!! I am definitely in awe of Him. I only pray that some good seed has fallen on good soil for Him.
The church we attend is a very unique church. It is similar to a campus ministry with lots of transient attendees. The missionaries from America that started the church had a heart for missionaries who were not being fed well on the weekends. They were giving, giving, giving and getting spent in the process. His desire was to have a place where missionaries could come and get truly fed. This means there are a lot of white missionaries there. It also means that some of those missionaries cannot just get fed. Some of us must work in order for things to get done.
Nowadays, we meet on the side lawn of his home on plastic lawn chairs with a sound system. The worship team is primarily Ugandan, leading American type contemporary worship songs. In the back courtyard of his home, the children's program runs between 70-80 children on any given Sunday, most Ugandan and many without much English knowledge. The preschoolers get to stay inside his office for their Bible story and activity time.
When you look out at the congregation, you will see a real mix of colors. There are missionaries from around the world, including many short term visitors and workers. There are some white business people as well. And yes, there are also a lot of Ugandans in this mix. We must be running over 150 now as there seems to be less and less open chairs available, but I'm not really sure. The church is finally looking at purchasing property to build an open concept type structure that fits our needs.
As I said, today was my turn to do children's church. Because of the nature of the church itself, there are only 5 or 6 of us that take turns in the children's ministry. And only 1 of us on any given Sunday is required to 'hang out' with those 70 average school age children. That alone sounds overwhelming.
But I am truly amazed each time I have my turn. The children know the routine and for the most part, sit still and listen. We have little visual stimulus and rarely have music to sing with. Yet, somehow, we hope that God's Word is being poured into these little hearts.
Today I was sharing about the Sermon on the Mount. I couldn't help but be in awe of Jesus as His audience was much more broad than mine in so many ways. His captivating way held their attention and fed their souls. I was only with the children for 40-45 minutes and I was exhausted. I cannot imagine preaching on a hillside with thousands and actually keeping their attention without a microphone. But I can imagine how "Jesus" did ... well, sort of. Phew!!! I am definitely in awe of Him. I only pray that some good seed has fallen on good soil for Him.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Welcome Back!!!
After being away less than four months from Uganda, we have been back for almost a week now. We were greeted by so many with "Welcome Back" and "You were lost!" It has been fun renewing relationships, one at a time. Even the supermarket owners seem to be 'glad' to see me back ... hmmm ... wonder if they have an ulterior motive though?
It was a bit difficult having so few hours of electricity during our first four or five days, but now that we have it a bit more than not, it has become easier adjusting back to our life here. Candles and flashlights are quite good friends to us now.
We are looking forward to how God might use us here, even now. Bob will be going to the island soon to help with some kind of building project, while I will have the privilege of getting to help out with a few of the secretarial type duties for SHIM. Bob will be going to the SHIM staff retreat, while I will be helping a fellow missionary with their children while the parents are away. Bob has already resumed his studies and preparations for SHIM seminars, while I have been busy putting things away and getting things back out in the house (well, and just trying to keep up on the regular household duties). Bob will be preaching this Sunday for church, while Janae and I are trying to get the preschool program back up and running there. And this is just a drop in the bucket as life resumes here.
Janae and Josh are happy to rejoin the youth group. All of the kids are enjoying meeting the new missionary kids that have come since we have been gone. But the most imminent task ahead is to have all the children back on a regular school schedule. Janae was the first to start back and then Josh this week. Now for Jon and Josiah's turn tomorrow.
As you can see, a new routine is forming in our lives, something that has been missing since before we left here in July. Of course, there will be intermittent ministry in the islands and ongoing tasks on the mainland. But we are excited to see what God has ahead for us! We are grateful for His leading and His care as we look beyond ourselves to see His desires!!! Looks like we are back home in Uganda!
It was a bit difficult having so few hours of electricity during our first four or five days, but now that we have it a bit more than not, it has become easier adjusting back to our life here. Candles and flashlights are quite good friends to us now.
We are looking forward to how God might use us here, even now. Bob will be going to the island soon to help with some kind of building project, while I will have the privilege of getting to help out with a few of the secretarial type duties for SHIM. Bob will be going to the SHIM staff retreat, while I will be helping a fellow missionary with their children while the parents are away. Bob has already resumed his studies and preparations for SHIM seminars, while I have been busy putting things away and getting things back out in the house (well, and just trying to keep up on the regular household duties). Bob will be preaching this Sunday for church, while Janae and I are trying to get the preschool program back up and running there. And this is just a drop in the bucket as life resumes here.
Janae and Josh are happy to rejoin the youth group. All of the kids are enjoying meeting the new missionary kids that have come since we have been gone. But the most imminent task ahead is to have all the children back on a regular school schedule. Janae was the first to start back and then Josh this week. Now for Jon and Josiah's turn tomorrow.
As you can see, a new routine is forming in our lives, something that has been missing since before we left here in July. Of course, there will be intermittent ministry in the islands and ongoing tasks on the mainland. But we are excited to see what God has ahead for us! We are grateful for His leading and His care as we look beyond ourselves to see His desires!!! Looks like we are back home in Uganda!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Career Missionaries
Today marked the end of our probationary period with Global Outreach and we are now officially 'career missionaries.' We are so grateful for the home office staff and their way of including everyone as part of their missions family. We were prayed over and challenged to make sure we are not only "with" Christ and "for" Christ but truly "in" Christ at all times. (John 15)
You might think things have changed for us now. But in all honesty, I cannot think of anything that has. We are still committed to follow God's lead albeit to Uganda or to the United States. We are still Global Outreach missionaries but somehow we are now "officially" part of the family. We are grateful for their covering and all the immense support the staff provides. We truly could not do our work on the field without them.
Thank You, Lord, for Your provision in the home office of Global Outreach International. We appreciate their hearts and desire to serve You by serving us! May we honor You fully in our lives and in our return to Uganda next week.
You might think things have changed for us now. But in all honesty, I cannot think of anything that has. We are still committed to follow God's lead albeit to Uganda or to the United States. We are still Global Outreach missionaries but somehow we are now "officially" part of the family. We are grateful for their covering and all the immense support the staff provides. We truly could not do our work on the field without them.
Thank You, Lord, for Your provision in the home office of Global Outreach International. We appreciate their hearts and desire to serve You by serving us! May we honor You fully in our lives and in our return to Uganda next week.
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