Along for the Ride

I've spent a lot of time sitting in a bus recently. Traveling between Emmaus Guest House or Adonai Guest House and Watoto Church, the Naguru Remand Home, New Hope Teenage Pregnancy Center, the Bullrushes babies' orphanage, Ssuubi children's village, the School for the Physically Handicapped, and Makerere University has meant many cumulative hours traversing the roads of Kampala--and, I will note, they are for the most part wonderfully smooth roads; I've been surprised to find Uganda (or at the least the corner of it I've explored so far in Kampala) fairly well developed. But aside from that:

I'm not just riding along on a bus... I feel like I'm riding along on with God, and He's showing me everything He's doing without letting me get my hands too dirty or my feet too wet, because He wants to humble me and remind me daily that ultimately, I came to Uganda to do His work and not my own projects. In some ways, as I've been trundled off in the bus to so many different ministries, usually as a "visitor" and not a "volunteer," I wonder why I am in Uganda, who I am actually serving. But God is persistent in reminding me that I am not Him, but rather the one I am serving is Him. He is showing me day by day testimonies of His surpassing love, and of the way He is redeeming creation--and repeating to me that He does not need my hands, but He wants them to be fully surrendered to Him.

Internet access has turned out not to be too difficult to procure, but time has been, so for now: Thank you for your prayers, love, and support, and I send you mine in return! May God guard you sleeping and guide you waking.