So it has been a while since the last time I blogged and I have so many stories to tell. We arrived in Mpeketonion Sunday after a 12 hour bus ride. The bus was so interesting and something I had never experienced until this trip. After arriving in Mpeketoni, we met Bishop and moved our things into the home in which we are staying. The people here are so nice and we even have flushable squatty potties and showers (we get to take one everyday.)
Beginning our ministry in Mpeketoni, we started with door to door evangelism. It was so nice to work
with my team mates in spreading the word of God. I had my necklace on and a lady we ministered to
said she loved crosses, so I gave her my necklace. She was so appreciative and asked that we come
back and talk with her again. I was very encouraged by our ministry on Tuesday.
That afternoon I was asked to travel with one of my team mates. Andy was very sick, so we traveled to
Mombasa to go to the hospital! This was the first time I had ever rode in a Taxi and I must say that I am sure it is different than the ones in America. Here in Africa, they drive and ride on the opposite side than what we do and the driving is very different. 🙂 During our time in the taxi, we used the whole road to travel. The roads are rough and we were TRYING to dodge the pot holes and get there in a timely manner. That was also an experience I will never forget. We arrived at the hospital and then left when Andy was taken care of. 🙂 We went to a resturant called The Blue room. The food was like home and we had pizza and french fries (my favorite). We finished our meals and went to a hotel for the night. This is where God did a work in me.
As God began his work I realized something that I was taught at training camp. We learned from Jimmy not to have expectations and I had them. An expectation is usually an unvoiced desire, goal, or need that a person believes will occur or be met in a certain way at a certain time. As we were waiting to get a hotel room, I had big expectations for a comfortable bed, air condition, normal toliet, and the usual normal things we have in American hotels. Oh but I was wrong. These were my expectations for something and not what God had planned for me or the ones with me.I learned through this experience that I could have been on a street somewhere unknown, but I wasn't. God gave me a place to lay my head and a bed at that. Understanding that God has the best in mind for us at the time is hard, but I know it all works for the glory of him. From "Glory Hotel" in mombasa, I learned to never over value yourself above something intended for you.As I look back at that night, I was lucky I was not the guy outside sleeping on the sidewalk.
To all my friends, family, and supporters, know that I am doing very well and growing in God each day! Thankyou all for everything you put into this mission. I miss everyone and send my love! 🙂
In his precious love,
Tiffany
