A lot of people do not understand why I am so drawn to Africa. It is the people and this is where I rediscovered myself. It is here in Africa, among these very wonderful people that I began to heal some of my wounds. Yesterday, I was given the privilege to speak to the women in the church. My message was based on Psalms 147:3. About how God tells us that He heals our broken hearts and binds our wounds. I shared some of my wounds and broken heart with these precious ladies. What I have learned and wanted to encourage them about is that we need to speak our wounds and broken hearts out loud. We need to say them so that Jesus can heal us. When we keep those to ourselves, they live in the dark and that is where evil hides. We have to speak these out into the light so that Jesus can heal us.
The ladies heard the message and as proof that God had prepared that very word for that very day, the youth sang a song about how Jesus picks up the pieces of our shattered hearts and binds up our wounds. If that is not God going before me, I don't know what is.
Today, I saw evidence of God over and over again. The pastors preached a passionate message to the crowd. It was a message of hope, redemption and salvation. They spoke of how good God is. I love church in Africa. They worship with abandon and a freedom that I cannot. I envy them being able to celebrate God and Jesus Christ the way that they do. When I go back to the states it takes me a few Sundays to not feel wanting when I go to church.
I believe, and have seen proof, that God does not send me where He is not. He has already been here and has already seen everything that will happen. My job is to just walk on the path that He has laid out and make certain that I am not distracted by my plans. Focus on God and His plans. Looking forward to tomorrow.
Blessings from Uganda,