That's Africa...

Your time in Africa is not your own. I have learned that firsthand this week. Angela and I were scheduled to leave Tuesday morning for Arua. As we were waiting for our ride, Leeann got a call that there was car trouble and our trip would be delayed. No problem! It was a nice day of needed rest and watching the last soccer game of the year for HIS. Wednesday morning came around and things were looking good, we were off to the shop to pick the car and would be on our way. (We were traveling in two different vehicles.) Before we were out of the city the leader of the pack was knocked from behind by a motorbike driven by two police officers. The bike was knocked on its' side and the policemen went slowly down with it. One quickly jumped to his feet following after our friend. All we could say was "Dear Jesus help us!" We turned into a parking lot and were quickly surrounded by a "friendly" mob. Most of the time the mobs that form after accidents are not so friendly here in Uganda. The policemen were persistent that our friend take them to the police station to sort things out. Thankfully it was only across the street. So Angela and I waited and waited, praying that they don't hold our friend in jail and things would be settled in the proper way. Well for the most part things were settled, but mostly in an African way, but we made sure it was legal ;) Needless to say that was not how we planned to spend those few hours.
Time is not in your hands here, but I believe that is how we should live our lives as Christians. Our time here (anywhere) is not our own, we are living solely for Christ and our time is His.
I again learned that lesson the first day in Arua. We were presented with all the programs and activities that we are supposed to head up and to be honest it was overwhelming! I very much missed my routine and comfort in Kampala. We had VBS events to plan, bible studies, bible clubs, MK Days, Sunday School Teachers training...on and on. I started to count down the next four weeks, looking forward to the end. But after my first MK day and planning for the next four weeks, I began to regret the thought of counting down the days. I realized that although I am eager to return home, God's time for me here is not up yet. I still have four weeks to try and make a difference. I assure you I am unable to do it on my own strength, which is dwindling by the day. But I am able to finish strong only with the strength I ask God for. Please be in prayer for our ministry in Arua!!