It’s safe to say this past week has been eventful and educational. We began with a Christmas sing-along at our apartment. What we experienced was touching.
One of our guests confessed that after receiving our invitation she jumped up and down for joy and was amazed that anyone would think of her. She said she has never celebrated Christmas because of her terrible past of painful neglect and abuse.
Another guest said she read our text invitation in the middle of the night, then could not sleep for excitement. She calls us her Muzungu (white) parents.
During the week we made tons of donuts (called Spudnuts because the recipe includes potatoes) and cinnamon rolls for various parties. I showed our friend Vincent how to make and fry donuts so he can make money. We had a great time.
Christmas movie night was a record-breaker. Almost 70 people showed (typically 10). Was it the movie or the Spudnuts?
Our Christmas movie night was a hit. We were thrilled that so many showed up. We barely had enough donuts for them. We also sang Christmas songs while we waited for the movie to start. What a fun time it was to be with these wonderful Saints.
We had an early Christmas surprise this year. Not only did we add our 22nd grandchild, but we suddenly sold our home in Utah. This wasn’t planned, but happened when our current tenants asked for release from their contract. To our surprise, the house sold in 12 days (yes, miracles still happen).
That caused us to contemplate our future since we’ll not have a home to return to. One option I considered was to build a new home like this one:
Then, just last night, I was thinking and praying deeply about what I want. As I built the new home in my mind, moved in, and finished the yard, it came forcefully to my mind that I don’t want no stinkin’ house. In fact, I don’t really want anything except to do the will of the Lord. Being a full time missionary with RaNae is my dream and greatest desire.
This morning I awoke from a powerful dream. I dreamed that RaNae and I were back in Mapleton for a few days before returning to our mission. We were in the home of some friends, socializing. I looked at a large plate of red seedless grapes sitting on a table, and thought: ah, what I’d give to share these with our friends in Uganda. When I awoke fully, tears were streaming down my cheeks as I came face-to-face with my greatest wish.
If I could choose our future, there is no question that RaNae and I would continue being missionaries for the rest of our days. We’d be home between missions for a time, but then go on another, different one. We’d wear out our lives in the service of God. As I thought this, I was reminded that I have a companion whose wishes are also important and that this is not about me, it’s about us. So, we’ll decide and agree together on what we do and how we serve.
For now, I am filled with great emotion and gratitude that we can be here right now, doing what we are doing, and loving these people. Let future decisions rest for now. Just keep moving forward step-by-step and let the Lord guide. I have no doubt that we’ll do our level best to follow.