Today was a strange
day; it was hard to focus. I was asked to share a “nugget” with everyone at the
meeting this morning, just anything that I felt God had been saying that the
whole group could be encouraged by. I had been feeling recently, especially
since hearing a certain song during worship last night, like God was telling me
that His grace is enough. He guves us many other things, but even if there was
nothing else, His Grace is enough for us. Even if he never blessed us, never
healed us, even never spoke to us or comforted us, His grace is enough. Through
His grace, we have been saved, forgiven of a debt we could never pay, and
adopted into God’s family. I shared the verse in 2 Cor. 12 where Paul says
that, and in Hebrews 11where it says that those people never, in this live, received
the promise, but pressed on to the end anyway. I’ve read those passages many
times before, but God really spoke to me in a new way through them. That “nugget”
was, I feel, more for me than everyone else.
Sunday’s phone wasn’t working this morning,
but Christie and I found him and his family at their home. We talked for a
short while rescheduled our meeting to the afternoon at the Acholi Inn, and
prayed for his mother’s hurt ankle. I think it was healed at least a little. We
left soon after that, and Sunday escorted us into town. Along the way, we met a
guy named Peter, who is Sunday’s best friend, I think (that’s what it
sounded like he said). He was hard to
understand. He said he was born again, and he wanted to join Sunday in the
meeting in the afternoon. Christie and I prayed for some ringworm on Peter’s
neck, and he said it didn’t itch as much. Then another guy walked up and said
he wanted to be born again, and delivered from alcohol, so we prayed for him,
too. I think he may have actually been drunk at the time.
The rest of my scheduled meetings fell through.
I saw Dennis, though, and met some of his friends and shared the Gospel with
them. I planned a meeting for tomorrow with one of them, a guy named Okello
Mario, and some of his friends. Also, Christie and I went around Main Market
looking for a dress for me to get for Kira, and shared the Gospel with the
owner of a fabric and clothing store, a man named Robert. He said he was born
again, and that he would bring people tomorrow for us to share the Gospel with.
Christie and I met up with the rest of the
team at Coffee Hut. I took lunch from the bakery next door. We saw a man across
the street who was limping, so Rachel, Emmery, and I went over to him and
prayed for him. Nothing happened, but he thanked us and limped away. We went
back and continued lunch.
Rachel, Emmery, and I went to Doreen’s shop
next. She mostly sells stuff hand-woven from bamboo strips, and also other
little trinkets from other people. Pablo had gotten a hat from there earlier in
the trip. She and her husband showed us their home, and she told us about some
sicknesses and trouble from evil spirits that had been afflicting her. We each
prayed for her in turn. When I prayed, last, I just declared freedom for her in
the name of Jesus. It was the only point in the day, except for a little bit
during my “nugget” that morning, that I felt clarity and focus. Doreen thanked
us, and then Rachel and Emmery left. I looked at some of the things they were
selling, bought a picture frame, and then went to the Acholi Inn, where Rachel
and Emmery were waiting for a meeting. I felt disconnected and scatterbrained
again.
At the Acholi Inn, the people who Rachel and
Emmery were supposed to meet with didn’t show up, so we talked for a while. I
told them how I felt, so they prayed for me, and God told Rachel to tell me
that things didn’t always need to be “go-go-go,” but it was ok to stop for a
while. It was exactly what I needed to hear, and I felt a lot better. I had
enough time before my meeting with Sunday to go exchange some money and come
back to the Acholi Inn.
Sunday showed up, thirty minutes late (which
is actually pretty good for the Ugandans. People who showed up on time, or even
early, were rare), and only brought Peter
with him. Christie, Emmery, and Hailey were there, too, and we had been talking
until Sunday showed up. I shared the Gospel with Peter, showing him how to
teach it to others, since he had told me he was born again. He kept talking
about other things while I tried to teach him, and it frustrated me because it
seemed like he just wasn’t receiving anything. We did talk to the waiter before
leaving, though, and we’re meeting with him on Thursday.
The only other eventful thing was that we got
together and prayed as a team for the trip, then for our team, then for
Mitchell and Beth and their baby. I just wasn’t feeling it, though, and it
troubled me (by that, I meant that I felt disconnected and unfocused again,
only this time, it felt like I wasn’t connecting specifically with God, like I
couldn’t get through to pray for those things, only just sit there wondering
what was going on). Matt sensed something
wrong, so he asked me about it later, and I told him how the day had been and
how I felt during prayer. He prayed for me and encouraged me. Then I went to
sleep.
-That night, I got
sick. I went to sleep feeling cold, but then I woke up after about an hour,
feverish and shivering. Oliver gave me some Tylenol and prayed for me. I laid
back down, but couldn’t go back to sleep for about another hour.
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