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here.

So there I was, the night before I would board my flight to Uganda, staring at the thousands of dollars of school supplies that were sent to me to bring over to Uganda. Looking at all of the school supplies that God provided really made me think. It was one of those moments when you realize how much you really have. I was bringing over not only pencils, but pencil sharpeners. They have so little over there that 5 years olds are forced to sharpen their pencils with sharp knives. My floor was also littered with play-do, coloring books, puzzles, and other things that we learn to do when we are a toddler. Yet these were things high schoolers have never seen.
It was amazing to see how much God had provided, yet I was in a panic because he provided
so much, that I didn’t know if I could bring it over all by myself. I was traveling half way across the world with only two hands. I started to pack everything in to the three suitcases I had. After they were all fill, I realized that I still had about five more boxes of supplies I need to fit it. I unpacked the suitcases, tried to fit them in another way, still no luck. I must have unpacked and then repacked again about five times before I realized that there was no way this was all fitting.
At this time, I did the only thing that I could do.
I prayed. I reasoned that there was no way God would have provided all of this without means to bring it over. I decided to let it be for the night, pray that God would help me out, then re-try one more time the next morning. And fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to three suitcases, all of the supplies scattered over my floor, and a pile of my clothes that I also needed to manage to fit in the suitcases. Before I started to pack, I decided to take out all of the empty boxes that I didn’t need, just to make my room less like a war zone and maybe relax me a little. I prayed one more time that He would help me find a way to pack all of this stuff so I could bring it over to Uganda.
I walk downstairs to the condo dumpsters, swung open the door, and there it was. It was like music started playing, a light shined down from the sky, and everything else stopped. Like in a cheesy chick-flick where the guy see’s the girl for the first time <---yeah, you know what I’m talking about. There was a barely used SUITE CASE sitting there right in the middle of the dumpsters staring at me. It was the perfect size. If it had a note on it, I’m sure it would have said, “To Susan. Love God.”
I grabbed the suitcase as I looked around to make sure no one watched me remove this from the dumpster. But I decided that if someone was watching me and giving me weird looks, I would have said something like, “It’s okay! It’s from God!” Like that would have made a lot more sense….
I ran upstairs to find that it fit all of the left over supplies and my clothes…perfectly. Talk about a gift from God, literally. It’s times like these when there is no doubt that God exists. Some might say a coincidence…but I like to think it’s a God-incidence (Thanks
Melissa for introducing me to that word!).
Luckily, David was there with big strong arms to help me carry all of the suitcases down, drive me to the airport and help me check all of the bags. I don’t think I would have been able to do it without him either. And I wasn’t 100% sure he was going to be there to help because he just found out he had to fly out to Montana the next day for rookie ball.
There I was, standing at the airport saying goodbye to David. I was going East to Africa to start an adventure in Uganda, and David was flying west to Montana, to start an adventure in the minors. It was a bitter sweet day for sure. I look back at me crying in his arms by the part where I had to go through security <---also like you would see out of a cheesy chick-flick. I was so excited, but so sad because I knew that it would be the last time I saw David for months. Looking back now, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Going to Uganda was a good distraction for me while David was away. Little did I know that God had more that would have came out of the trip than it being “just a distraction.”