So there I was sitting in the guesthouse room having just bid goodbye to my two traveling companions…my ‘security blanket’ as they left for Jinja. I was remaining for an extra day by myself for an appointment I had set up with an attorney. I was trying to decide whether or not to return to the orphanage at the bottom of the hill to volunteer again. I was a bit hesitant because I had dealt with 30 three-and-four year olds the previous day helping them eat dinner, shower, go to the bathroom, put on their pajamas and get them into bed. It was absolute chaos, and to be honest with you, I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. You can imagine with that many children, someone is always unhappy or crying.
I had also fed newborns the night before, and I felt I could do that again. I gritted my teeth and ventured down the hill again. After feeding time, I decided to see if I could interview another U.S. person I had seen the day before by the name of Irene. I found her and her friend Kim at the Orphanage’s guesthouse. Irene was staying there to be close to the infant she was adopting soon.
Irene was from a small town called Portland, Indiana. I was shocked as I had been to there before. It’s about a 20 minute drive from Berne, Indiana where my adult daughter lives with her husband and three children. I mentioned this to Irene and she told me that her brother was a police officer in Berne, Indiana. At this point, the hair on my arms started to raise and I began to feel goosebumps.
I told her my daughter’s name, who she was married to, and began to share some information about my daughter’s in-laws and some of the healthcare issues that the family had been praying about. You see, in a small town it’s common to post yard signs on people’s front lawns asking to “Pray for …” When you pass by the sign, it reminds those that are so inclined to pray for that person and what they are struggling with. I was sharing with Irene and Kim that my daughter had made these signs in Berne and distributed them around town. The look on Irene’s face was one of amazement. She had seen my daughter’s signs and had prayed for my daughter’s in-laws.
So here we go again gang. What do you think the odds are that I would meet someone connected to me at the same orphanage I happened to decide (with gritted teeth) to visit once again…on the next day…whose brother lives in the same town as my daughter…who prayed for my daughter’s in-laws…because of my daughter’s signs? What do you think the odds are that these two incidents (this one and the one from my previous blog) would occur on back-to-back days…the only two days I would be in Kampala, Uganda?
Coincidence? I don’t think so!
I believe God leads us along our path in life in little ways like these. We take a step out in faith, unsure if it’s the right thing to do or the right way to go. Then He brings people into our lives, or circumstances come our way that confirm that direction. It’s Him telling us to, “Go this way.”
There are times when we’re heading down a ‘path’ and we hit a ‘brick wall;’ that obstacle that tells us, “Go no further.” That’s what it’s like for me.
In Uganda, I haven’t gotten to the ‘brick wall’ yet. And so I keep taking steps forward….