I'm might be a nomad, but I still feel at home.

Since my last post, things have changed; the biggest change is that I am currently homeless.

But I promise that it sounds worse than it is.

God answered my prayers in a very evident, but strange way. As most of you know, I had been asking for everyone to join me in praying for clarity and direction and clearly open or closed doors during my time here.

A few nights ago, God clearly closed a door physically and made it clear it was time to move on to something else. I am very thankful for the friendship and accommodation that I received at Suubi House and nothing bad happened and I was not kicked out, as some of you have joked.

Put as simply as possible, the situation became exactly what I had been praying for- clear and undeniable feeling that it was time to trust God to step out in faith.

It was a larger step of faith than I realized it would be, however, because I was across the city with a busy day planned and no internet to sort stuff out. So, within just a few hours, I was able to find a guest house for less than $7 for the night and since I had a change of clothes in my day bag already, I was able to lay my head down and sleep for the night!

But even at $7 a night, I cannot afford to stay for long on my very limited missionary budget. The next night, I was able to stay at the base where I have volunteered previously for free. Then last night, another guesthouse that was a little more expensive ($10) but included coffee, tea, breakfast delivered to my room, and, honestly, a little more secure feeling for me.

It has been three days of leaping blindly from the boat and onto the crashing waves, trusting that the one who made the waves is in control of them. 

And, y’all, it’s been amazing to see God provide. 

I was thinking there was no way I could afford a hotel room on my budget and I was a little nervous and “over-thinking” everything. Like how I was going to transport all my bags and belongings from where I was or where I would put them in the shuffle or what I was going to do.

All three nights, it took until around 10 p.m. before I even knew where I was going to sleep that night. But all three nights, God provided literal open doors for me.

I have friends that have offered to help me find a room to rent (which would be an additional $70 a month) and friends that have offered up their own homes, while I figure stuff out.

There have been a few more changes, but I will just quickly touch on them and not elaborate with a lot of details yet.

I am not going to the Lake Victoria region this week; more planning needs to happen first.

I will be going to stay in my home village for a few days. (As long as the van is still coming for us, as planned. You never know, because this is Africa and things always change…)

I have seen the addition of numerous financial supporters this month—some one-time donations and some monthly! And am now officially financially supported for all my ongoing bills in America. Now, I can focus on raising what I will be needed to sustain myself while in Uganda.

I have met a few new friends that have been of great help and reunited with old friends.

Again, a lot has changed in the past week, but God has been constant and providing every single minute of it.

I promise the next post will finally have more personal stories and photos in it!