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Day 1 in Uganda (an entry from my journal)

I landed in Entebbe this afternoon after our flight was delayed 2 hours. The step off of the plane and onto the red African dirt will forever be engraved in my mind. That step initiated the furthest I’ve ever been physically and spiritually.
One of the first things I saw as soon as I got off of the plane was a man on a bike with about 300 bananas tied to it. The culture shock started to set in. People are lined up outside begging to carry my luggage to the bus. They’re so eager to help and talk to the mzungus. We got on our 1994 20 seater bus and headed down the long dirt road towards Konkolee village. It’s roughly 100 degrees here, and the sun is absolutely piercing. Traffic in Uganda is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There’s no traffic laws, signs, or lights. Cars just pretty much squeeze between anywhere they can and the “pikis” (motorcycles) daringly squeeze between that. Everything looks like a giant Mexican flea market. There are nothing but little shacks everywhere with small businesses inside where they sell things such as drinks, water bins, and airtime cards. They’re bright vibrant colors with random posters all over. Little children are playing outside these makeshift shacks while the men are typically sitting on their pikis communicating with other men, and the women are peeling corn or skinning potatoes. The looks we get as we’re driving down the road is priceless. They rarely see mzungus. The women give dirty looks, the men make inappropriate remarks, and the children are jumping up and down singing the mzungu song. The children are obviously my favorites. Uganda has no trash system, so there is literally trash EVERYWHERE. All over the ground, in the creeks (of which they drink from) and in the bushes. Once they get ready to clean up, they pile it up and burn it all. However, this is still the most beautiful place I’ve seen yet. Banana trees everywhere, hills, mountains, green grass. It’s seriously breath taking. My forehead was to the window the whole ride. I was so amused by the culture of these people that I was trying to take in everything I possibly could as well as study my surroundings. The thing I love most is the children. These children are literally wearing rags. Most have no shoes so their poor little feet are all torn up and consumed by jiggers. (little insects that eat a little hole and burrow themselves into the bottom of your feet leaving egg sacs)
However. They’re still smiling from ear to ear. Their bright smiles and eyes stand out from their dark skin. It melts my heart that when I give them something, like a shirt or candy, that they bow down in appreciation. My heart is overjoyed to know that tomorrow I will be spending the day playing with our sponsored kids in Konkolee.
We finally arrived at our hotel 4 hours later. The hotel is surrounded by a gate for our protection, and an armed guard keeps watch at night. The hotel girls had prepared dinner for us. There was chicken, beef, rice, bread, and pineapple. I just stuck with rice and pineapple to play it safe. We got the keys to our rooms and went to go settle in. Mine and Leanna’s room is roughly 10 feet X 10 feet with two little twin sized beds. The bathroom door didn’t shut and there wasn’t a shower, just a shower head and the water fell into a little bucket. They told us it wasn’t best to shower while we are there cause the water isn’t safe. 10 days without showering should be interesting.
As I laid in my twin bed trying to unpack everything I had just seen on that bus ride, Leanna asked me a question. She said, “what do you want from this trip, Meg?” I said, “I want to be wrecked. I want to reach a new level of emotion.”
And it’s absolutely true. I want the lord to just completely break my heart over these people. I want to know and understand the lords heart for seeing the way these people are forced to live.
Lord… Break me. And when I’m broken, break me more. I don’t want dry eyes at all while I’m here. I’m asking you to shatter my heart. Thank you lord.

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Attacks, Attacks, Attacks.

I have recently been struggling with the fact that my family members or people i look highly to are currently attacking me and ambitions to go to Africa in January due to the whole Ebola epidemic.

Let me just make something clear, in the most respectful way I can (Which may not come off completely respectful but oh well).

There is absolutely nothing that anyone can say that will scare me from going to Africa in January. I understand your concerns for my health and safety… But I’m not scared. I have faith.
Jeremiah 1:19 says, they will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you and will rescue you.
If there’s anything I’ve learned over the past year, it’s that Gods word is TRUE.
Wherever I go under the lords calling, He will protect me. I know exactly what I am walking into. I know exactly what the outcomes could be. But most importantly, I know that God is more powerful than the Devil. It says in the bible that Jesus has called us to do bigger things than he. And if you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself in John 14:12. NO LIMITS YALL. I intend on doing everything I can do to live up to that calling! 

I’ve had people tell me that I’m suffering from a “maturity issue” WHAT EVEN. A maturity issue? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that me listening to what the lord is calling me to do is a “maturity issue.” I’m sorry if I seem a little rude or fed up. But, I’m Insulted. It’s insulting because to me, that sounds like they’re questioning if i know the voice of God or not.

It makes my heart sad that people don’t see it the way I’m seeing it. No one will understand unless they have a calling like this on their life. The difference is, I am choosing to be obedient to God by actually going out and doing something instead of sitting on my butt behind a computer screen/phone not doing anything and insulting the people who are actually doing something. & SO WHAT if i have to be quarantined the second i get back. MY MISSION WAS TO HELP THOSE IN NEED AND THATS WHAT I SHALL DO. I don’t care what it brings onto my life. I don’t care if i catch Ebola. Because I did it all for a bigger cause! 

& if I were to get Ebola and die, or be murdered in some kind of war zone, (which I mean, come on… The chances are super low) then I would go out doing the lords work… And in my books, there’s nothing more honorable than that.

Sooooooo. In the nicest way possible… Please just save your breath. There’s no talking me out of this one. Don’t waste your energy on telling me things I’ve already heard a hundred times. Instead, use your energy on praying Psalms 91 hedge of protection over me, because im a stubborn girl.
There will always be people out there that just won’t understand until they’ve had a calling like this on their life.
You can approve, or you can disapprove… But I’m doing it anyways. And a huge thanks to all of those who believe in me.

Ps. Let me just point something out.

Confirmed cases of Ebola in Uganda, Africa (where I will be) – 0
Confirmed cases of Ebola in Dallas, Texas (40 miles from my house) – 2

Take that haters.