The "money thing" and policemen

Thank you everyone who prayed about the "money issue." God is absolutely amazing, but of course, we already knew that.

My sister read the blog, and contacted an American she knows who works in Nairobi, Kenya, who had access to some new bills. I can't give a lot of details, but I did get all the money we had on us exchanged for newer ones.

The older bills in Kampala are being replaced in the next couple of days by a volunteer team from the States. Amazing, huh?

The crazy thing was that Kenya must really care about the date, because they wouldn't take our money. When I handed the Ugandan security my bills today, he didn't even look at the date. Maybe he was having a cranky day!

Oh well. It worked out for us!



We got up at 4am today, and left Nairobi at 5am, only to be stopped by the police at 5:15am.

You HAVE to have four things to drive here. A license, a fire extinguisher, a first-aid kit, and some safety triangles (that you put on the road when you are having car trouble). Silly sounding, I know, but those are the "rules."

He saw Doug's license. Doug found the safety triangles. I found the fire extinguisher after someone else in the care told me where to look, but no first-aid kit.

After packing and re-packing trying to fit 11 people, luggage, homeschool books, food, and souvenirs in two cars (and on top of one car - truly Africa), we had accidentally put both kits in one car.

Thankfully, the other car driver, walked it back to us when I texted them for help. Well, that wasn't good, so the police walked around some more, and told Doug they would have to arrest him and take him to the station because he had a crack in his windshield, and he could not drive until it was fixed.

You can see that the policeman was looking for something monetary from us, but to no avail. We finally explained we were missionaries, and he said, "You go."

Prayer at work, folks. God heard two cars of sleepy people at 5 in the morning!

The other car was stopped in Uganda for "speeding," but nothing could be proven (especially since the radar gun looked disabled), and we were again allowed to go on our way.

We arrived in Kampala 13 hours after starting our journey. No lunch, one border stop, and three bathroom breaks is all it took (plus all the junk food we ate in the car).

Doug and I took the kids out tonight for pizza and ice cream to reward them for an amazing journey in the car. They were GREAT!

Next, we bought groceries so we can cook the next 2 days, and now I'm going to go wash the dust off of me and go to bed!

I MIGHT get my luggage tomorrow, and I WILL (God willing) see my new home on Tuesday.

Is it just me, or does it feel like I've been in Africa a long time already?