Question: “What are some of the lessons you’ve learned while in Uganda?”
To this, my pride would want to answer, “Lessons? Who needs to be taught any lessons?” But my honesty would give a much longer explanation.
I believe that God took me off the continent of North America to try me in new ways. I was holding on tight to the ideas I’d always known. Moving from Dufur to Independence was not one of those ideas. How much more not so was moving from America to—to a country I’d never even heard of before! He moved me from my friends, my comforts and my lifestyle.
But I see I don’t need them now. That, right there, is number one lesson I’ve learned in this journey of eight thousand miles, two years and a million tears. I don’t need those things I called my life. NOT that I don’t WANT them. I just don’t NEED them.
One of my dad’s favourite mottos is “Plans change.” Being a missionary is being flexible from the very essence of it’s beginning. I planned to spend my whole life in Dufur, as far as my subconscious ideas went. With one “plan” changed, I figured I’d have a miserable life in a remote place far from any American civilization. And those plans, plus many others, have made me realize flexibility is a necessity.
One more lesson everyone should learn and apply: fitting in is more of something you allow than something you do. If I tried to make people like me, they thought me petty and annoying. But if I gave up—which I did—they found I, in myself, was someone worth hanging out with. I am so thankful they gave me a second chance. So thankful.
All in all, time is of WAY less importance than we Americans usually value it as. Relationships--with God or with others--are what I found really deserves emphasis.