We had huge amounts of rain last night, and then more this afternoon. Showers on the mountain came rushing down to us and flooded some areas. Some of our neighbors have had water in their homes, and have needed to sleep elsewhere; some have lost crops; some have had food and household items swept away by the current. Please pray for those who are struggling in this difficult time – for joy in trial, for faith that grips the solid promises of God, for ears to hear the word of the gospel, for daily bread. Please also pray that the Lord would send the right amount of water at the right time and give a successful harvest!
This is our “driveway.” We normally have water here, but not this much.
This is the path to the clinic. Water doesn’t usually flow through here, but people say it was up to their necks yesterday. It is still flowing fast.
The ends of the bridge were submerged, and the water on either end of the bridge was up to my knees.
On an unrelated note, it looks like we cannot access Facebook at the moment. Tomorrow is President Museveni’s inauguration day, and Facebook has probably been temporarily blocked as a security measure.
I’ve not quite felt like my normal self lately. From unusual tiredness things progressed to a light headache and some mild achiness, then a day of mostly naps, then such exhaustion that I decided I couldn’t preach yesterday. Just getting out of bed was a challenge.
I knew I needed to get to the clinic for a malaria smear; but that was going to be difficult – the little river between us and the clinic was impassible because of a heavy rain we had in the night. It was higher than I’ve ever seen it.
I did finally make it to the clinic and got tested. Sure enough, I have malaria; about 8-10 parasites (p. falciparum) per field, which is high for a first case. I’m on an antimalarial now and getting huge amounts of sleep, and hope to be better soon.
The Apostle Paul tells us to give thanks in everything (1 Thessalonians 5:18). No circumstance is greater than the goodness of God. I can see his merciful hand so clearly in this situation! I give thanks –
- Malaria isn’t so bad. At least, it wasn’t this time. It feels like a minor flu that requires a lot of sleep and comes with some serious chills. (That has actually been the hardest part for me.)
- Our clinic is within walking distance; our clinic staff have the ability to detect malaria; and we have drugs that can treat it.
- Bob Wright, our deacon, drove me through the river in his truck. I didn’t expect a ride. What a blessing! The water was high and the roads were really bad, but Bob took me there, went to pick up the laboratory technician, and brought me back home again.
- Pastor Dave just got over a case of malaria himself, but was up for the challenge of taking on my Lord’s Day responsibilities at the last minute.
- Rashel has patiently cared for me through my sickness.
But much more than this –
- Being sick teaches me the love of God, for he sent his Son to suffer for me.
- Illness is part of God’s plan to draw me closer to my Savior. Being united to him, I should not expect to avoid suffering with him – nor would I want to do that.
- I’m humbled to remember that God’s wisdom is so much better than mine. His holy will is always worthy of praise, simply because it is HIS will.
- I look forward to the blessed fruit of Jesus’ death and resurrection: a renewed heaven and earth, filled with righteousness, without sickness and death, at the very center of which is the Lamb I long to see.
“Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!” (Psalm 107:1)