weekend

This weekend focus hosted a group of Americans and Kenyans for the first leg of their short-term mission trip. All of the Thain team were excited to have so many Americans wandering around our area. I would wake up in the morning and walk outside before my coffee. Everywhere I looked would have at least one college student from intervarsity Christian fellowship praying or singing. I had a hard time deciding whether that was annoying or cool. But before my coffee it was definitely annoying. I would still be trying to wake up my foggy brain and several girls all greet me by name as they walked past. God’s fanclub in my yard. Growl. After my coffee and when the group didn’t have meetings, I would wander over and talk with various people just to hear Americans speak. They all got to know me pretty well, I can only remember about 5 names. All of them didn’t believe the story about the boat till they heard it from one of the team or saw it themselves. Its hard to miss 2 giant white hulls sitting on the beach. All of us got to take the group for a short nature walk along the shore. We all enjoyed being surrounded by 20+ Americans pestering us with questions and being awed by our answers about our being in Uganda. Tis a pity I didn’t get to take at least one on a boda ride, but I think that was against the rules like everything else fun. I did get to meet an American missionary in kampala from Michigan. I think I will get to see her again.

Oh, and the American group of girls had an interesting affect on Bryce and john paul; they started climbing trees and showing off in any way possible without actually going over and talking to the girls. They even had a conversation for 15 minutes where they impersonated each other. They know each other’s responses really well. Bob and I almost fell off our chairs laughing. Sadly, I didn’t get to record the convo.

Finally Sunday morning came. My day to not work. My day to go into town and get away from everyone I normally see. The day I get to go to my church and worship with dancing and singing people. So I got all ready, packed my bag for the day…and a storm began rolling in. A huge storm that darkened half the sky as it approached and turned falling leaves into bullets. God sure knows how to make an entrance on His day, doesn’t He? My plans to be on time for church seemed to be thwarted. I stared at the storm and mentally shook my fist at it and God. Then I heard in my heart God saying, “This is My day. It is My church. You get to go because you are Mine.” …oh. Right. Nervous laugh. After that little readjustment to my thinking, the storm slowed enough for me to try and beat the storm to kampala where it was heading. I did, and I even arrived at church early. A young girl fell asleep in my arms during church. I just sat there holding this kid, watching her troubled dreams, and knowing she needed some love. Btw, the storm never hit kampala that I could see. Oh, the irony.