In the last few days alone, nothing particularly life-shattering has happened (to me I mean, I know other lives are shattered by the minute). But there in the background are the irregular, unpredictable pings of smaller worries. Another mild earthquake shaking the bed, waking us at 5:25 am one morning, then a single pre-dawn silence-cracking gunshot at the same time the next day, in both cases we are quite safe but lie awake wondering if it is the prelude to real disaster. My workers killed a small but poisonous snake in our living room this weekend. The BBC opened their program yesterday with extensive coverage of renewed fighting in Congo. UPDF are stationed on the mission once again. We have technology woes as visitors and team try to connect to their email, our bull is down with a serious leg infection which will be a huge loss of 450 kg of meat if he dies, then there are the daily struggle to plow through the ward full of patients when labs get lost or staff disappear to care for sick relatives or records are unavailable or the list goes on and on. The ever-present potetial of serious team sickness, of interruption in the water supply line, of cultural misunderstanding, of offending our friends.
I thought I was a person with a good amount of faith. But I'm not. By grace, we need faith just as we need everything else. This weekend we move into the interview process for a new Head Teacher. The word on the street is that staff are anxious, too. Scott keeps reminding us that one of the most-repeated communications from God is "FEAR NOT". Please pray for us.