For as long as I can remember, I just knew I was supposed to be a full-time missionary in Africa.  Well, I don't know a thing!  I even once said, "God will NEVER send me to Mexico!" and sure enough, He has! 


I tried for a long time to move to Africa, and every attempt I made was shut down.  I was in Mexico when I got the phone call to go to Uganda, and needless to say, I was excited!  It was Wade who met the leader of the group going to Africa, and he immediately told them about my desire to go.  It was just a week-long trip, and I had been wanting to go for a year!  I'm so glad God knows me better than I do.  While I loved the trip and grew in a huge way, it was confirmed for me that I was not supposed to be a full time missionary in Africa, at least not for know.  I definitly dont know the future!


We spent the week doing "hut-to-hut" evangelism, which was one of the hardest things I've ever done.  The first hut I approached housed a girl of about 15.  I started by asking her if she had ever heard of Jesus.  She said "no."   No??  I wasn't prepared for that.  I thought surely these people would have at least HEARD of Jesus, even if they had the wrong idea of who he was!  I didn't even know where to start. So I started at the beginning.  I was faced with the reality afterwards that the women in Uganda don't feel free to make a salvation decision with out the approval of their husbands. 


At one home, where I spoke with two women, the man of the house loomed around us, giving them warning glances the whole time.  Satan had such a hold on this land.  But even so, I also got to see a huge Christian community gather for an incredible worship service.  We also held a women's conference for a few days, and women walked to it from miles away, sitting on the floor because there were so many of them.  What an amazing sight. 


I approached one man who was mending his fishing net, just like in the Bible! I felt so led by the Holy Spirit to tell him the story of Jesus commanding his disciples to put down their nets and follow Him -- He would make them fishers of men. The man told me that this scared him, and I imagine it scared the disciples too.. giving up everything they'd ever known to rely on a man they just met.


I must admit, I cried every night for the first several days.  It was the hardest foreign mission trip I've been on.  (New Orleans is the hardest overall!)  But by the end of the week God had shown me much about his miraculous power, which is so often forgotten in America. 





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