So... a really cool (belated) story.
One of our most committed parents in the Chilli Children Project is a man called Obed, who faithfully attends every clinic and event, as well as counselling other parents. His gorgeous son, Johnson has spina bifida, and is paralysed from the waist down and double incontinent.
Last Wednesday morning, I felt Johnson and his dad Obed really strongly on my heart, I prayed for them and thought about them for the whole morning.
That day I went to Bwambara, a town a couple of hours from Rukungiri to visit a family I had been told about. I visited the family, then went to town to buy a few bits for them (mattresses, foo etc). I turned around in this random town that I had never been to before, on market day with hundreds of people around, to see Johnson and his dad, Obed.
I had absolutely no idea where Johnson and Obed lived. I had been thinking about them so much that very morning. We happened to be in EXACTLY the same place at EXACTLY the same time... hours away from Rukungiri... a couple of minutes different and we would have missed each other...the next day and we would have missed each other.... a different shop and we would have missed each other.
I came away from our short, but amazing (hot and dusty!) encounter and I was like 'wow, Lord. Your timing is completely and utterly perfect.' The craziness of the situation was no coincidence. It was God who knows my heart.
