A prayer I adopted in Kenya went like this, “Lord, may my footsteps fill your footprints”.
How absolutely beautiful Uganda was! The Lord further revealed the cruciality of dependence upon Him to me and so much more!!
Following a similar structure to my previous ministry with an emphasis on house visits, engaging in prayer and fellowship, with the opportunity to preach, I anticipated a similar outcome. But, oh how vast the God we serve is!
When my new team and I settled into our mountainous town, nestled between green hills and banana plantations, I called upon the Lord for encouragement specific to Uganda. He gave me three words: redeeming, renewing, and revealing. His restorative hand, His healing hand would rest on my heart if I would allow it to. 
Although our days were long, pushing twelve hours of house visits, and totaling a cumulative record of 376 homes in the eight days we had to walk the town, the Spirit revealed more of His powerful, unmatched nature both in my heart and in His Kingdom. We encountered repetitive requests and quickly noticed a pattern of asking for peace in the home and healing. While we were receiving testimonies periodically throughout our time, on the last day my team wanted to lean into our convictions and practice faith of our own. This time, we would ask each person we prayed healing over to exercise their faith in the Lord, and we would ask if there was a change. Honestly, it was nerve-wracking, to test both our hearts and theirs. What if the answer God had was “no” or “not yet” how would we hold that grief or doubt with the Kingdom? But God delights in a heart that practices faith, Philippians 4:9. Countless people claimed the healing the Lord had for them.
One of the several testimonies we witnessed was this woman who had been in an accident, struck by a motorcycle years before. Her spine had twisted and she felt deep-rooted pain in her back. While we were praying, I laid hands and felt her spine realign. Another teammate simultaneously had received a vision that the Lord was reconstructing her back then and there. After a fervent “amen”, we asked. The woman cheerfully clapped, smile radiating cheek to cheek declaring that her pain lifted and she was already beginning to feel stronger.
Jehovah Rapha is in Uganda, as He already is in Nepal, the United States, and every space in between. Praise God!
As I said, we serve a vast God, so while He was working in the Kingdom He was equally touching my heart as well. After a somewhat challenging close to Kenya in my personal walk, my heart was aching at the idea of going to Uganda. Honestly, I was nervous to walk into a similar culture. The unexpected was wearing on my heart. So, when we got to our ministry location, Rukungiri Uganda and I was surrounded by sights similar to home, my heart slowly relaxed into this new path He was leading me down. His favor was allowing me to build trust in Him.
The first week we were able to acclimate ourselves to the environment. Many slow mornings and breaks between ministry allowed me the opportunity to soak in His presence. He was meeting me so intimately in my secret place with Him, as He is continuing to do even as I write this post. He was revealing what Fatherly love looks like and His desire to protect His daughter, how in Him going before, I could simply get behind Him. Simultaneously He was revealing His delight in my honest emotions and thoughts, that Heavenly joy doesn’t need to manufacture itself but comes from the acknowledgment of the brokenness of this world and the glory of our God. As He continues to soften my heart and expose wounds I didn’t even know I was covering, I am allowing myself in His grace to breathe. Breathe in the brilliance of our Father in Heaven.
Now, in Nepal, and soon to move ministry locations to an area more remote, my prayer is that His people, His Nepali children would encounter the same glory I have found in God and continue to see more of every day. The idols would fall and His freedom would arise. Our one way, truth, and life, my every breath is His!
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