This was an unusual portion that Dave and I were going into the taxi stretches in Kampala. We were put into the taxis and taken around and about to other places. Wasn't easy, but sometimes God put me in the place alone to get on a taxi; sometimes Dave was in other locations to work or do whatever for people, and I was put in other places. Sometimes it went well, and sometimes it was spiritually dangerous. BUT, it was a HUGE blessing to be there and do whatever. OH, and sometimes the people had their goats or sheep or lots of other stuff tied in the back of the taxi and the chickens or piles of food and clothes were on the floor between all the seats. Lots of people ... more than officially OK at about 12 to 15 people, and then, NOT officially, often 20 or 30 were added in. Hard to sit gently. Very dangerous in some ways. Anyhow, have never forgotten much of it, and we've LOVED much of it, and Dave and I have loved the people!
AND would love to be there again, BUT haven't been there since early '04 and haven't been able to go again. SO heading to Heaven is all that counts.
5 comments:
Good memories of Uganda. Thanks for sharing. I won't complain if I ever have to use Taxi service after reading this!
Aw. So good to look back to those wonderful memories. I was shocked by the photo honestly. I've never seen anything like it before. :)
A bit crowded by God kept you safe and sure even when alone.
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Love your taxi stories from your mission work. It's a good reminder that we can be used to do His will anytime and anyplace.
Great memories. What a taxi story! We are so blessed aren't we?
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