Someone in Uganda recently posted that “Uganda will expose to you a hundred gods you didn’t even know you had.”
Oh, I long for that.
I want Amelia more than anyone could ever fathom. But I know that more than even my precious baby girl, I need God. I know that in my head, but not in my heart.
I have thousands of “gods” in my life.
In several places, the Bible speaks about people whose “god is their stomach.” And yes, I “listen” to the loud cries of whatever my Stomach desires, but usually my god of Vanity eventually wins in a quest to be attractive. My god of Pride and Self Righteousness sometimes allow me to hold an unnecessary grudge, and my god of Apathy and Laziness rob me of the endless joy that comes from reaching out to others or the joy of hard work through the power of Christ.
I am afraid that my god of Comfort is maybe robbing me of more than I am even aware.
And that is why I am looking forward to Uganda.
Uganda. Where the food is different. Where I will hand wash cloth diapers and hold Amelia in the dark during power outages. Where we will sleep under mosquito nets and carry toilet paper with us to use the bathroom over holes in the ground, (although our own guest house will have toilets!) Uganda, where we may see needs and poverty like we have never seen. And where, I pray, we will gain a deeper understanding of what distracts us from a deeper walk with the Savior who is worth any discomfort we could ever face.
He is so worthy. There is no god like the only true God. I am aching to drop all but Him.