One, Two, Three…Six?

Uganda.

It is on my heart and on my mind. I am thinking about it. I am praying about it. I am preparing for it.

There are many things to be done in preparation. The first thing I had to do was to renew my passport.

Pricey little booklet!

Raising money for the trip – a biggie. It is not for the faint of heart. It is hard to ask for support. We have provided support for other people going on mission trips, but this is the first time I have been on this end of it.

It’s not money for me. It’s for them. It’s for the orphans. I will be teaching them about Jesus; indeed I will be the hands and feet. I will be loving them, holding them and playing with them.

“Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

I am also required (rightly so) to do fund raising for the orphanages  we will visit. We need to help provide these little ones with the physical necessities of life as well as the emotional and spiritual. Three meals a day is nice, don’t you think?

²⁷ Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.

Another part of the preparation is immunizations. Malaria is a very real problem in Uganda. I will need malaria meds. I contacted my local health department and they sent my to one about an hour away. It’s a special part of the clinic called the “Travel Clinic.”

The Travel Clinic prepares travelers with the information they need to fully prepare for their visit to wherever they may be going. They tell you what immunizations you may need; they tell you what the weather is like, what the political climate is like. They provide all sorts of interesting little tidbits for you to mull over.

I was quite intrigued. My visit was exiting and I learned some important things. I left that office ready to jump on the plane!

Kinda weird! Especially since I had six shots and was sent away with two prescriptions (one for the Malaria and another for an anti- diarrheal). You do not even want to know how much this set me back!!!

Double ouch! First to both arms and then the pocketbook. It hurt hubby more than it did me! Sigh!

Mission work doesn’t come cheap.

Then again, neither did salvation!

Originally posted January 2011*