Saturday, April 16, 2011

Thin line

Well it finally happened...my moment where I was hating Africa.  He told me it would happen, and I didn't believe him, but it happened...

and then God showed me His love and mercy and every ounce of annoyance disappeared.  

Being an outsider is not always easy.  I don't understand the language, many things about the culture, I can't find/do/have things I used to enjoy, and sometimes I feel like a circus freak.  People shouting muzungu(white person) from where ever they are, dozens of times a day, does not make me feel good.  On the contrary, it only reminds me how much of an outsider I really am, and no matter how much I try otherwise, I will never completely fit into this society.  People will always see me as a muzungu first and everything else will be second.  And piled on top of other things that have happened this week, I was near a mental breakdown by midday yesterday, and then I almost died...

When I left my house yesterday, all my normal boda drivers were gone.  They over charge me, but I like them because they always understand me and get me where ever I need to go safely.  Since they were not around, I had to find one moving on the street.  It took 3 tries to find one that spoke English well enough to understand where I wanted to go.  We were moving along fine and then we came to an intersection.  I look up at this HUGE blue truck moving towards us, look at the passenger and think it is going to stop but it didn't.  Time kind of froze for a minute, as did the truck, and then it was moving very fast.  I remember thinking, oh no this is going to hurt and then the truck hit us.  It hit the back of the bike where I was sitting, touching my arm.  I thought we were going down, I braced for hitting the ground and waited...

When I finally opened my eyes, we were stopped in middle of road, but still on the boda and unhurt.  I think the driver was just as shocked as me, he just sat there for a minute until other people started shouting at him to go.  The truck hit us hard, we should've been on the ground, seriously hurt.

But we were fine because God was with us...He protected me and kept me safe, just as He promised.  I used to tell people that I have no reason to fear.  I did not think God brought me all the way to Africa to kill me, turns out, yesterday I was right...

I am serving an awesome God, that is merciful and loving, and there is no place or work I would rather be doing.  I am over my mood and am back to loving Uganda.  After all, it is where He wants me...


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