I believe in miracles...where you from you sexy thing, you sexy thing you

Living in poverty, holding our breath for the provision of the Big Guy, is a very exciting time not short of causing absolute ulceration(the causing of ulcers). I swear to you, we are stressed. But, in the same breath I am telling you it is nothing short of phenomenal to watch everything unfold. The God we serve is a living and breathing Spirit that provides angels when we need them, healing when we ask for it, and food for our survival. He takes away things we become dependent upon and allows us to be tested and go through trials; always bringing something good and beautiful out of the ashes.

In the past 9 months I have seen miracles. I want to share a few! Sit down and go back with me...

Mid-day a few months back Chris and I were picking up necessities from town. We pulled out into traffic only to be hit by a boda boda driver. FYI: when driving in Uganda and an accident occurs, it is advised to “hit and run” or kill the victim. Why? You ask. Welp, mob justice is brutal here. For hitting someone the entire village may kill or beat you. If you hit vs. kill someone, you are better off when drug to court of paying a flat funeral fee then paying for the care of an injured person.
Of course we disregard these heartless instructions and are immediately surrounded by the entire town. Yelling, shouting, and lots of Lugandan voices. I am imagining the worse. I look out my window at a man standing right beside the passenger window(on the left side). He looks at me and smiles, “Don't be afraid”, he said, “it will be okay”. He tagged along with us to a hospital to translate and help us out. He would accept no payment for his time and was such a joy to have around. I have never seen him again.

For four weeks I had a nasty infection. It was mostly stress related, go figure. But I had awful sores on my feet that refused to heal and new sores popping up every day. Each sore would get infected immediately, growing bigger and more painful every minute. Lymph nodes I only knew existed from nursing classes were inflamed. I could hardly walk or continue to work. I was useless. I put off going to the doctor for lack of money and fear of looking like a wimpy baby mama. But eventually, the infection wore me completely down and I gave in. Money was deposited in my account the day I decided to go without my knowledge. I ended up going to a British clinic I swore I would not return to. I walked into the doctor's office. I told him of my symptoms. He asked me what I was doing in Uganda. He asked me how? He then said, “I hope you believe in God.”
The next thirty minutes I was in tears as he instructed me to hand over all my worry and stress to Him. He told me that God is our Great Physician. We had such an amazing, uplifting conversation that when it ended I almost walked out of the office, paid my consultation fee, and left. He put some bandages on my wounds and prescribed me an anti-biotic. After four weeks of infection, I healed completely in four days.

Besides angel encounters, moments of provision happen everyday it seems. Sunday we were out of food and money. Two boys from the village came by with sweet potatoes from their garden. That evening, a friend gave us 20,000 shillings. Often times, we are on our knees praying for something to happen. The next hour or day, money is deposited into our bank account, or visitors show up with donations they are excited to give.