Our second day of clinic was eventful. No time at all to tell you the stories. I woke up with a monkey staring at me just a few feet away, which delighted me beyond words. I made sure we bought more bananas at the market last night. They are not here every day, but when they come, there are about 25 of them and they stay about an hour or until the bananas run out! I love seeing the babies wrestling and sneaking closer to grab food. Usuallly one is braver than the rest, and will have a banana between his feet while he eats another, and the others watch!
Lewis came to breakfast yesterday, and we had such an annointed prayer meeting with him. Heaven was here, and I wanted to stay. He prayed for each family that had donated to the mission, and for our nation to experience truth and justice. His passion for God to save the nations was visionary, and we sat together in heavenly places as he prayed for us. It cannot be put into words.
The funniest thing that happened to me at clinic was the temporal thermometer. The Ugandan nurses have never used one, and they have no idea what a normal temperature is in farenheit. (it’s 37 degrees celsius here). So I had a patient with a fever of 105.7. I immediately grabbed the malaria meds, gave her four with my water bottle, and asked who was with her. She was too alert for that fever–I should have known, but I had seen many die in those circumstances in Swaziland, and I was a little panicked. I prayed for her and asked her to remain in the room for a while as I moved on to other patients. Then about five minutes later, there was another malaria patient–temperature 107.8 (which is incompatible with life). I started laughing as I realized my mistake. I was treating patients based on numbers, and I needed to get more focused on what I could plainly see in front of me, and it was NOT a person in crisis. It has been too long since I have done clinicals, but it is like stepping back in time when I lived in Africa, and so wonderful to help the mothers and babies, and the elderly. You should see their eyes when we put glasses on them and they can see! We brought 2000 pairs of glasses. What a blessing.
My big frustration is we need a dentist badly. The broken teeth are painful, and nothing we can do. I did see a dramatic miracle about mid day. A man with a frozen shoulder came to me. It was obviously an old fracture and he could lift his arm about waist high. I gave him some gel to rub on for pain, and told him to call upon the Lord who would help him. I prayed for him, and when I opened my eyes, his hand was in the air–I mean fully in the air! He was grinning, and wouldn’t put his hand down. He just kept saying the pain is so small. Look at me!! Praise God for His great mercy.
We saw 300 patients in two days, and yesterday, we inventoried the meds, went to the pharmacy, and then met with the pastors from Antioch alliance until dark. An ambassador wants to talk to Art about the water filters. They may have some government money to bring more for the villages. We are setting up two systems at two orphanages, and they produce 10,000 gallons of clean water daily. It’s incredible. We will go to clinic at the Prayer Palace orphanage today, and tomorrow, Art and Judy will go to meet with government officials while George and I finish the clinic. It will be intense.
Last night, we had a bug invasion. I was totally grossed out. It looked like flying termites, and they covered the balcony where I sleep. Art and George helped me get my mosuito net up and brush them off the bed, and I shooed out the last few under my pillow before going to sleep. George told us to put kleenex in our ears so they could not crawl in in the night. This morning, there were bigger ones, but none got into my net, and by God’s great grace, I slept (with my glasses on so I could see them). I quoted scripture and reminded God that He gives His beloved sleep, and I am His beloved.
We are off to the Prayer Palace orphanage for clinic today. Breakfast came early at 6:00 a.m., we are trying to beat the indescribable traffic. We tried to capture it on video, but it is impossible. The Ugandans call it “the jams.” There are many.
The opportunities are growing. I prayed with Pastor John last night. His church is struggling so much, and they are a few months behind on rent. He has been given land to raise pigs. He could get a sow and a boar for $500, and could be self-sustaining in a year. There is room to grow food there. So little money changes life for a whole congregation. I want to help, and the needs are great everywhere. Clean water is a priority. Art is a brilliant businessman. He can see a need, and has the technical know how and ability to talk to the right people to get things done. It always opens tremendous doors for witness and ministry. God is directing our steps. What an adventure to walk, no, to run, after His plans here!!!!!