Happy Birthday Colleen!
Sunday's a day for worship and rest. We go to the 7:30 worship at the Church of Uganda in English. Today, when the pastor was preaching, someone set off some tear gas in the church and everyone was coughing and sneezing until we prayed against it and the fans went on. The air cleared and then we went on. This afternoon we were going for a bike ride with Kristoff and Heidi and have them for lunch. I went to town to check on a piece of furniture we are having made for our shoes and get some more plates so everyone could have one. I checked on the furniture which wasn't done and it started to rain. I had on my rain gear so I started riding home. The streets all clear when it rains so no problem with traffic. I have the whole road to myself, but I heard a boda behind me going fast. I turned to look and tried to move out of his way and I think I moved right into his path. Next thing I know I am flying and hear my head hit the road. The driver hit my back tire and sent me over the top, I think. My R heel, sacrum, a R rib, and the top of my head on the R side were the injuries. I just wanted to lay on the ground and rest a minute when the helpful Ugandans swarm me. One of the first things I see is a dead chicken hanging in my face. The first responder must have been getting lunch when he saw the crash and came to help. They started undressing me and moving my legs which hurt. I managed to get my phone out that Tom is always telling me to always have. Today I listened. I called him to come get me and by now I knew I could walk and felt okay. The helpers got me to a bench out of the rain, got my bike which was a in bad shape, and we waited for Tom. But I couldn't sit because it hurt. So, I am standing and started to be dizzy. Now I am thinking worse case scenario I have a bleed in my head and will have to go to Kampala. When you come visit and go through Kampala you will know why I hate the thought. I sat down, the dizziness went away and Tom came. The Ugandan men stayed with me the whole time. The boda driver they had caught... Meaning I think, that if I said, they would have beat him for causing the accident. They asked if I wanted a police report filled out? I just wanted to know if the driver and boda were okay which they were and he drove off. When Tom came we were going to walk home but I got fainty so we hired a pickup to haul me and the bikes home. I am laying in bed growing a lump on my head and wondering about life in Africa. No matter where I die I am hoping it is quick for me. I know where I am headed. And I will wait for you there. But, how a simple bike ride in the rain can help perspective. I will now take my phone all the time with “A husband” as the first number. It is common for the Muslims to have 4 wives and lots of kids. I am not planning on adding B husband. I will wear the stupid bike helmet. And thank God everyday for the life of promise he has given me. Because if I die I am the lucky one. Do not think I have regrets. Having faith in eternal life because of the forgiveness of my sins on the cross has helped me live regret free. If any one who reads this feels I have offended and not asked forgiveness write me so I can take care of that with you. As you all know I don't always think about what I say and do all the time.
I am laying in bed resting and thinking of ways Tom can wait on me, remembering the “1000 Gifts” book Sheri gave me and thinking of just a few of those gifts I have been given today. I hope I feel the same way tomorrow. Love you all and miss you and will spend my down time praying for each of you to know “eternal life” this Sunday. Enjoy your day Love Marc
