HE IS MY ROCKY LORD!

AMEN!!!!!

CHAPTER 32...SOROTI, JINJA, NILE, AND FRIENDS.

 

 ...They talked for a while, and then, suddenly, Cary asked, “Where is Fred?”

    “He’s at the Nile area right now.  

He’s counseling a couple who are

having marriage issues.  However, I think he’ll be there for another couple hours, but we can get there, and I’ll take some food with us so we can sit there, and walk and eat ‘til he’s free.  What time do you need to go to Kampala?  Can you stay here overnight?”
      “I think I can be here for about three hours is all.  I need to get to Kampala, if possibly, and at the hotel as early as I can.  Especially before it’s dark.  I sure want to spend a bit of time with you, Honey.”  She turned to Joseph.  “Can you drop us off?  It’s only a few blocks away, but that will save us some time.”
     “Yes, Cary.  Let’s go now.  Jacob and I go to the church for our meeting as soon as we drop you off.”
     They got in the car, and headed quickly to the Nile.  When there, Jacob and Joseph hugged Cary and told her they loved her and looked forward to seeing her again. They showed appreciation to Josephine.  When the duffle and backpack were taken out, Cary and Josephine carried them to the tourism building and put them inside and were protected by the police.  Then they went down to the river near where Fred was with the couple for whom he was counseling.  It was wonderful, because as they were walking his direction, he was shaking the hands of the couple and they were leaving much earlier than Josephine had thought.  When Fred saw Cary and Josephine he ran to them and hugged them.
      “Cary, my dear sister, it is a blessing to see you.  Of course, my dear wife, it’s always a blessing to see you, too.”  He stood between them and they went down to the river and walked by a tourist boat area.  Quickly, Fred said, “Hey, Sister, do you want to ride on the boat?  It’s only a half hour and then we’ll grab some food and then put you to the taxi area.  I’d love to drive you to Kampala, but don’t have a car.  The taxi’s the best you can do.”
      “I’d love to be on a boat.  Never have.  I’ve only gone walking around as far as I can and sitting on the rocks.”  She smiled at Josephine.  “Do

you remember when James and I were with you that day when we were in another part of the Nile and sitting on the big rocks that were on the edge of the river?  It was so much fun! ”
      “Oh, yes. That truly was a lot of fun, and you and James were on

the boda-bodas and I had been on
a bus and waited for you to be there. I can’t forget that, because we laughed so much.”
       “I’ve had pictures of it, too.  You took one of James and I while sitting on the rock and James took one of you and I.  I never can forget the fun of that day.”
      Fred said,  “Then let’s get on the boat now.  I’ve arranged it with the men.  It doesn’t cost much, so we’ll do good.  The river isn’t flowing too much right now, so we won’t be bouncing around.” 
He took their hands and walked them to the boat and they sat.  It left immediately.

      During the time at the tour stretch, Cary was amazed.  She was seeing parts of the nation that had prison across the Nile near the Lake Victoria.  She saw large farming areas.  When she asked, Fred told her that the prisoners would be helping the farmers.
      “Oh, the birds!”  Cary grabbed her camera and started taking pictures

of the egrets and many others on the trees that were in the midst of the river, right at the

point of the Lake becoming the Nile River.  She had a lot of fun with that. 

      It was a wonderful time to be on the Nile and the Victoria.  Cary loved it. 

Prison area by Lake Vic

Lake Victoria on left of tree; Nile River on right.

This photo was taken in February, 1991, and the division, using the tree, was all that was used then.  People sometimes walked on the planks to go over to the tree, and that could be pretty dangerous, depending on the weather.   A few years later, the Jinja tourism section was filled with correction and much more "easiness" for the ability to get near the trees at the division between Vic and Nile.

 
 

MY FLESH AND MY HEART...

THAT'S WHO I COUNT ON, AND FOCUS ON, AND TRUST ON

 EVERY MINUTE FOREVER AND EVER.

HE'S THE ESTABLISHER! HALLELUJAH!

ALL WE CAN RELY UPON IS OUR LORD

WHO CREATED HEAVEN AND EARTH.

AND US, TOO!

 I REJOICE FOR MY FATHER, CONSISTENTLY.

THANKFUL THANKSGIVING!

A BLESSING THEN AT MY DEAR FRIEND SUSAN'S LAND, AND A BLESSING TO BE WORSHIPING AND MAGNIFYING

THE LOVE OF OUR LORD EVEN DURING OUR "LOGICAL"

THANKSGIVING.

CARY'S BLESSINGS, MUCH OF REALITY

END OF CHAPTER 31

...Cary had been back in her room for a few minutes, checking the clothes she had hung up to dry, someone knocked on the door.  She went to answer, and one of the youth said, “Madam, pastors have come and they are in the teaching room.  Come, please.”
      She hurried over.  When she entered, she was overwhelmed with what she was seeing. 

     Pastors Job, Justin, and George were the ones who had arrived.   Job said, “Dear Cary, we want to pray for you, because we know you are leaving soon. Let us stand together."  All of them did and the four of them held their hands.  Job said, "Thank you, Father, that you sent Cary here for the spiritual warfare information, so I would learn and teach my church.  Again, thank you, Lord.” 
      Job nodded, and Justin began.  “I appreciate my spiritual sister, Lord,  for helping me to deal with the legality between the other portions of Uganda that have been trying to call me a foolish man and take me from pastoring.  Now I’m safe.  Also, Lord, thank you for using her to help the family next to me when that little girl was burned.  The family smiles now, because she looks very good.  Please bless dear Cary for us, Lord.  Thank you.”  Justin touched her hand and smiled sincerely.
      “Thank you for using her, Lord, to purchase malaria pills for me.  I’m doing so much better already.  My church is so happy.  If I ever feel so ill again, malaria or anything else, I truly will try to reach to a doctor who will help me.  Thank you, Lord, because now I’ve changed my attitude, my hope.”
      After the prayer time, they all laid hands on her shoulder, and prayed for safety and health.  When they were leaving, Cary touched each one, and said, “I look forward to seeing you in heaven. I would love to see you here again, of course, but since I doubt I’ll be here, heaven is the only opportunity we have.  The three of you, and Joseph, Jacob, and Pauline and other encouraging people have been a huge blessing.  Again, thank you so much.”
     They waved and smiled as they were heading to Job’s car.
     Cary stood on the porch for a few minutes.  She lifted her arms to the Lord and said, “Thank you so much,  Father.  You told me to come.  Sometimes it was very nice and sometimes it was filled with sorrow and fear surrounding me.  But you have helped, encouraged, and protected me and many others.  I'm grateful and appreciating you.  I love you so much, my dear Father.”
      She went to her room and went to bed, and immediately was sleeping and seeing dream visions of the wonderful not-distant future when she would be home.

Much of this portion of the chapter is truthful.  The pastors came to the YWAM to pray for me, because they knew I would be leaving soon, and came to express their appreciation.   With all the work I did with Job, Justin, and George was wonderful, but I only had one photo and it was of Job.  Sure would love to see any of them again.  

MID OF CHAPTER 31...STINKY BIRDS

 CHAPTER 31

...    They started to leave together.  Anne and Cary took their bikes and crossed the street.  Allen was paying at the cafe and also ended up talking to one of the waiters. They knew he’d follow them soon. 
      When Cary and Anne were across the street and riding the bikes, suddenly Anne’s tire went flat.  Cary stopped.  They were doing whatever they could, and suddenly something else happened that was very scary.  They happened to be on the wrong side of the street, because it was covered with trees and the trees were covered with pelicans, not far from the lake and river. 

There were hundreds and they were pooping.  While Anne and Cary were there, it was hitting their hats, clothes, shoes, and hands, and it was very stinky.  Allen came and he grabbed Anne’s bike and took it across the street.  He told Cary to head for home.
      As Cary started to ride, and glanced across, she saw a lot of guys standing out and laughing.  This mistake of theirs was making a lot of people happy.
      Cary had to ride the bike through the park area again.  By herself, without following Allen, in the dark, she was a bit scary.  She did it, but sometimes she was getting too close to the edge of the lane.  She also was smelling the stinkiness from her hat and her shoulders.   A few minutes later, she was able to pull into YWAM and it was late enough that lots of people wouldn’t be hanging out so they didn't have to smell her and laugh at her and embarrass
      Cary stuck into her room area, grabbed a towel, soaps, and shampoo, and ran over to the other side of the compound where she could take a shower. Even if she had to bend down, since it wasn’t high enough to be over her head, she would do it.  The clothes were dirty and stinky and her tennis shoes.  She had to wash it all, and scrub everything.  She had to let the water go down, wipe the place again, and then have more of the water officially let her have more and more of the soaps poured around her body so all the smelling is gone.

This portion is truly true.  The photo was not taken there, but it's just an example, more or less.  However, the trees were filled with the pelicans, and the reason Anne and I were there is true.  My stories are fictional and non-fictional.  This one is truly non-fictional. Even as I had to clean and clean me and my things.  YUK!!

TREES, HIGH AND LOW, ARE GOD'S

CARY SORROWFUL AND SIMON HELPFUL...CHAPTER 30

MY FIRST TIME TO PRAY FOR THE HUNDREDS OF KIDS.

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      When Cary, arriving at the Rescued Children's location, began to walk towards the main portion where she often interviewed some of them.  It was hot outside, but she could sit on the veranda.  She looked ahead and saw a chair, and walked over and sat down.  Suddenly, she was horrified.  She saw a mid-teen girl who looked shell-shocked and ashy. Her eyes were vague and distant, very pale and very sad, and she walked slowly and focused only on the ground.  Cary wanted to get up and talk to her, but felt that it was not something she could do.  So, she prayed for her and lifted her up.....
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 ..... For a few minutes the three of them talked more and smiled much.  Then, suddenly, Cary glanced up and saw the teen-aged girl, similar age of Simon’s, again who seemed very shell-shocked, The boys looked at Cary and said, “Have you seen her before?”  Cary nodded.
      Simon said, “I’ll tell you, but it’s very sad.  She was in one of the rebel groups, and was with her best friend. The rebels grabbed her friend, and while slitting her friend's throat, they told this girl that if she screamed or cried, the same thing would be done to her.  I don’t know how she ever was left out, but somehow was able to get here.  But she is still very, very sad.  I still hope her family can be found, but she hasn’t told enough.  We are trying to help her, but the girls and our leadership, especially Madam Susan, are still having a hard time.  And Madam, you are a prayer, too, so I know you will do that.”
        “What is her name?  I will pray and spread it around my family and friends. And, boys, it was a true God-gift for me to hear the story from you, but not hearing from her.  I’m sad from hearing what you have told me, but if I had heard it from her and seen it from her, I would have grabbed her and been hitting the floor with sorrow.  Now I can pray.  All I can count on is our Lord.”
      “We don’t know her name.  Many of us don’t use our names, anyhow.  She does not talk to any of us very often.  We only know the murder of her best friend and the threatening.  I smile much of the time and laugh much, as you’ve seen.  But I don’t laugh or smile about what happened to her.”
      When all of their talking had taken place, she and Simon and the boy walked to another part of the compound.  She went over to where David was waiting, and when he was with the guards, she talked to them.
      “Thank you so much for protecting these people.  I have been very happy to be here, to see so many who are safe now.  It is very hard to hear the stories and I’ve cried sometimes.  I also know that many of them and of you are serving our Lord.  This is my last time to be here.  I’m going to be flying home from Entebbe to the States in just a few days.  You are heavily on my heart, though, and I appreciate you very much.”
      They nodded thankfully and showed real appreciation

This one, using Simon and the girl, is thoroughly truthful.  I remember all the details. I hope this sorrowful girl has come to a heart-healing, spiritual uplifting portion of her life.  All we can count on.  As was indicated, I never learned her name, but did see her and my heart exploded even before I heard from Simon what had happened.  I hope to see her in heaven, and hope she will be running through there with her dearest friend.  I truly can hope for it.  

THE SIMON STORY...CHAPTER 30

      .... Cary entered the Rescued Children's camp. “Is Susan here?” she asked the guards. 
      “No, Madam.  She had to go to an IDP for now.  You might like to walk around, so you are free.”
      Cary began to walk towards the main portion where she often interviewed some of them.  It was hot outside, but could sit on the veranda.  She looked ahead and saw a chair, and walked over and sat down.  
      Suddenly, two of the boys came. 
      “Madam, can I talk to you?  I would like to do that!”
      “Yes, you can.  I always look forward to hearing from any of you.  You can tell me what you have gone through during this whole time."
      The boys sat on the floor.  One of them nodded and smiled and the other talked and talked.
      Cary said, “Simon, how old are you?”
      “I’m thirteen. And I’ll tell you much of my story and you will laugh, Madam.  I’m sure you will.”
      “Then you talk.  I’m looking forward to hearing it.  You seem that you’ve been through much, but you are also smiling much.”
      “In the middle of June, I was digging in my parent’s garden when the rebels came and grabbed me . It was very hard to be there and to see so much.  So many of the ones with me were beaten, some killed, others forced to carry heavy loads, and we weren’t given food very often.  Many were so very hungry and had to take the food around to the rebels, and they couldn’t eat any of it when it was in their hands to be given away.  That was very hard.”
      “How many were in your group?  I’ve heard so many different numbers and it could be unusual and more difficult.”
      “Our group had about one hundred rebels and about one hundred and fifty of us.  We moved from one part of our northern country to another, partly because there were so many people and they needed to be sure to have enough to eat and drink and stay alive.”
      “How long were you with it, and how did you get away?”  Cary looked a bit confused and concerned.
      “Well, I’ll tell you.” And he began laughing, “After six months me and other boy from another part of our country were told to go stand down on the road to watch out for the army and then run back and let them know.  The rebels were hiding in the bush area.  They knew the army was coming around.  Then we were by the road for a while and none of the rebels showed up at us. And no army, either.  I smiled at the boy I was standing with and said to him ‘Let’s leave.’  We did.  I've never seen him ever again, because he ran a different direction than I did.  He is from another part of our country.  I’ve been here for a couple weeks, and someone is going around to try to find my parents at an IDP, so they will know I’m alive and I’m here.  I’m very happy.”
      Cary smiled.  “I’ve never heard anything this wonderful.  I hope you truly understand that the Lord protected and kept you.  You must be special.”
      Simon smiled.   “Yes.  I’m happy.  My parents will be worshiping and thanking God."....

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This is truthful.  Another piece of that chapter is also very truthful, but it's also sorrowful so I will put it out on another day.  I certainly have hoped to see Simon, or hear about him, from my Soroti pastoral and nurse friends, but can't be there.  I always just say I hope to see my dear ones when I'm in heaven and when they are ever able to be there.  

All I can count on, doncha think?   

 

SPIRITUAL WARFARE TEACHING BY CARY

CHAPTER 28 

Pastor Joseph, the Baptist Church, and the IDP group of people on his church yard.  Pauline, the nurse, was with him.  We were going around and about that day.  Weeks later I was in the church.  

A blessing for me, significantly.

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......      Cary was very surprised.  She stepped up.  He said,  “People, this is a spiritual warfare woman who has entered our lives.  We have shared very tightly about what has happened and how the Lord can come to our area and pour out his strength for us.  She shared with Pastor Job one day, and doesn’t know that he talked to our pastor group about it.  I didn’t tell her ahead of time that I wanted her to share, and she is today’s main preacher, even though I didn’t tell her she could do this.  However, but I believe she will tell us.  The interpreting will take place as needed now, and will be explained by me at church tomorrow evening.  Now, dear Cary, please say what you can.”  He smiled at her and touched her arm as he went to sit down.
      “Thank you.  I did not anticipate this, but I’ll share as clearly as I can.  Pastor Job and I have talked about the fact that the Teso and the Karamojong named each other with curses attached.  The fighting and unrest between the two tribes have continued for about four hundred years. It began when the large group of people were rushing from the Ethiopian area.  They ran together for days and days, maybe months.  Then one large group of them determined that they couldn’t go further, were too tired, had too many families that couldn’t deal with going over the mountains and climbing over huge high rocks.  They were in the northeast portion of what has now become Uganda, but, as I’ve said, about the high rocky area, obviously, was why they felt they needed to stop.  The other group, mostly young men, told the others that the people who were staying were only scared and not brave enough to go on.  They called them a very bad name and headed over the mountains and the hills.  The ones who stayed behind were furious then at these young men, but they couldn’t go.  Years and years and years later, the Karamojong who stayed behind, became very dangerous.  Often they are today.  I was told a few years ago that when they had come to the Lord they were shocked and surprised  that they had to stop shooting and killing people.   The Teso group became less strong than the other, overall, but the fighting and the murders have continued so much around and about.  Now, Pastor Job intends to connect with Christians there and get together and pray about the horrific spiritual demonic warfare and attempt strongly to turn this around.  This is significant.  I realize you can’t change tribal names, but God can show you how to reverse this curse.  Possibly by repentance between Christians of both tribes in some significant location.  You can at least start to think that direction and see where and how God leads you.  I have shared much of my spiritual ministry with Pastor Job and many in our nation and other nations.  It is truly important to know what the history is that focuses on how the Satanic portion can take over.  Many of you who are here are dealing with Joseph Kony’s demonic service.  He is the nephew, as I recall, who took over for his aunt who had begun this.  Many are abducted, abused, damaged seriously.  Some have turned to the Lord and broken out, and they are doing all they can to help others.  I’m a very grateful woman, because so often in other nations of the world, people do not step forward as strongly as my Ugandan dear ones have.  Thank you for letting me share, and I hope it will help you understand more of your own background so things can be changed."
            Cary smiled, and started to walk, but she stopped.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t tell you the verses the Lord laid on me for my ministry a long time ago. I need to grab my Bible.”  She went to the seat and picked it up.  “OK.   Here are the verses.   First he gave me was Isaiah 42:16.  It says, ‘I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth.’” She looked around and they were, with big eyes, nodding.
      “Here’s the other one.  Amos 2:9.  It might not sound right, but the Lord laid it on me years ago, and I haven’t turned it around.  Here it is, and I’ll explain momentarily, not long. ‘Yet I destroyed the Amorite before them, whose height was like the height of the cedars, and he was strong as the oaks; yet I destroyed his fruit from above, and his roots from beneath.’  Is it a little confusing for you?”
      Many of them nodded, again, but with the confusion she had seen happen in many people in these years.  “I have many friends who are used by the Lord as the fruit people to deal with serious spiritual sinfulness and work hard at turning it around.  In many nations, for instance, is the acceptance of abortion.  Many of my friends will go places to let people know it is not acceptable and it should not be done.  They are very strong and very brave.  Then, the Lord uses me as his roots.  I’m not the only one, of course, but the purpose is to look for the foundation areas, the way Satan dropped it into nations acceptably, and when and how it can be broken out.  That’s only one thing.  In your case, dealing with your tribal background that is causing serious situations, some of you will be ‘fruit’ while dealing with the everyday reality, and some of you will be ‘roots’ so the background connection can be broken.  You figure out who you are that the Lord can use.  Not all of you will be actually involved.  God uses all of his people in different situations.  However, if he happens to call you into this situation, he will show you what to do and where to go and how to reach through and bring his peace, joy, glory, and piles of love.  Now I will sit down.  Thank you, Joseph, for giving me this sharing time.  What a blessing for me!”

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A strong portion of this is filled with reality.  It truly was when Pastor Job ended up asking me about the spiritual history connected to their portion of Uganda and what and how the reversing could be done.  I'm very blessed that I was used to be a teacher and a helper.   I truly miss being there and seeing these wonderful people.

OUR HEARTS REJOICE AND SEEK HIM!

IN THE NEXT JANUARY IT WILL HAVE BEEN 24 YEARS WHEN WE FIRST WERE IN UGANDA TO SEEK PEOPLE AND SERVE THE LORD.  THAT DAY IN JINJA AT A CHURCH, I WAS THE PREACHER. WE STILL HAVE IT ON A VIDEO AND MUCH OF THE REJOICING AND LAUGHING TOOK PLACE THAT STRETCH OF TIME.  AFTER THAT, WE WERE TAKEN TO THE NILE TO SEE IT OFFICIALLY AND I PUT MY FOOT IN THE WATER.  THE TREE IS THE DIVISION BETWEEN THE LAKE VICTORIA AND BEGINNING OF THE NILE.  THAT WAS QUITE A DAY.  A BLESSED ONE THEN, AND, WITH DEAR ONES STILL  IN OUR LIVES, WE ARE STILL BLESSED.

WE TRULY HAVE SOUGHT THE LORD--

THEN AND NOW AND FOREVER. 

THIS IS A SCHOOL BUILDING, EVEN THOUGH THE ROOF WAS BROKEN AND WINDOWS WERE CRACKED.  MANY WERE THERE FOR THE LORD AT THAT SERVICE.  IT WAS A BLESSING.

  MY HUSBAND WAS IN THE BACK THEN TO TAKE THE VIDEO.  

HE WAS A TREAT THEN AND HE'S A TREAT TODAY.

A JOYFUL GAME IN SOROTI!

CHAPTER 27

....When Cary turned, Jacob nodded and said, “Let’s go.  Won’t take long.”
      When he dropped her off,  when  reaching the children’s camp,  the Teso Arrow guards men recognized her, they nodded and let her walk into the yard. Then, Susan, who Cary and Jill had been with a few times,  came out and waved and walked to her quickly.  “Miss Cary, I would like to spend time with you, of course, but there’s a large group of tourist pastoral-oriented people here and I’m taking them around and showing them everything in all the tents and  and rooms, the three-rocks cooking area where much of the cooking is done, and a small place where the sick ones must be.  So, I hope you can visit a few here, but I don’t think you’d like to fit in with this group of people.  You already know much more than they do.”
      “Oh, I’ll only stay a few minutes anyway, and see some of the kids if I can.  Don’t want to walk out now and try to find a boda.”
      Susan smiled, tapped her shoulder, and walked away.       

      Cary wandered a bit to the other angle of the area, and suddenly saw about half a dozen of the girls.  Cary smiled.  The girls smiled at her and nodded at each other and tossed the ball at her.  Cary grabbed it, and tossed it back.  For about fifteen minutes the ball was tossed up and over and around, and she ran into the center.  They surrounded her and started jumping and tossing the ball towards each other, and Cary, taller than they were, would jump up and grab the ball and toss it up high so someone would get it.
      When she finished, she held the ball, walked over, and handed it to the main active girl.  

       Cary waved at the girls and walked to the boys and the guards who were watching and laughing.  Cary said, “This was so much fun!  I haven’t done this for many, many years, even with my grandchildren.  I loved it and I’m so happy that you were happy, too.”
      “How do you feel, Madam? asked one of the guards, because she obviously was very covered with water on her face, her hair, and even her dress.
      Cary flashed her hands at her face and her hair.  “Oh, I’m so sweaty.  I was in ninety degrees today, which is our way of saying it, but you’d probably say it is thirty-two.”  She laughed and winked.  “If it was thirty-two in my country we would have ice, not heat.  And I don’t do very well with both of those numbers.  I’m way too hot today, because of my jumping around and about, but if that other number was here the way I think of it, I’d be screaming because of the coldness, instead of the heat.  What a day!”
      All the people smiled, laughed, and thanked her for coming.  She smiled and waved and walk out. 
      Cary decided to walk on the lanes that went around the Soroti Rock and she would be going from this side where the kids are protected to the other side where the town has it’s shops and homes most often.  Cary knew she couldn’t climb up the rock and cross over and go down, because the police would be very angry and she could trip and fall about four hundred feet and that wouldn’t keep her alive.

      So she did walk for about a mile, and then, suddenly, Joseph, driving by that area, saw her, honked, and pulled onto the lane.
      “Cary, I was looking for you, and I’m so glad I saw you here.  You are very hot, obviously, and you haven’t had enough water to drink, so get in the car and grab a bottle.”

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Much of this portion of the game deals with reality.  Susan was taking people around.  I actually knew them, but didn't want to hang out with them then.  I truly ended up playing a ball with the girls.  And they truly did laugh at me and toss more and more at me.  The boys and guards also were sitting and hollering and laughing.  What a treat in the midst of so many serious events in Soroti.  I did leave Soroti about three weeks later, and about three weeks later I reached home here in Omaha, but was filled with significant sorrow with long-time PTS for a few months.  Did I love people there?  YES!  Do I want to be there again to check up on things?  YES!  But that little time with me re: laughing and playing, even though it was hot, was the favorite grinny thing I ever did there.

DECLARE HIS GLORY... THAT'S WHAT COUNTS.

AND, THE NEXT PHOTO WAS TAKEN AT THE SAME TIME

  AS PART OF THIS TAXI PARK.  

 HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF TAXIS AND

 THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE,

WORKING, SHARING, DOING WHATEVER THEY COULD.

NATIONALLY, IT'S SHOWN, BUT INTERNATIONALLY IT'S JUST AND EXAMPLE OF WHAT AND HOW GOD CAN TOUCH AND BREAK IN THROUGH FOREVER AND EVER.

BTW, I LOVE UGANDA!!!  MISS SO MANY OF MY FRIENDS

 [NATIONALLY AND INTERNATIONALLY],

 KIDS, GRANDKIDS, AND OTHER DEAR, DEAR PEOPLE.

AND MANY OF THEM ARE HARDWORKING, 

HEAVY WORSHIPING, GLORIFYING OUR LORD.