Missions Conference “Coincidences”

Three years ago when I bought my car…they didn’t have any cars in stock that didn’t have the “sport package” which I didn’t want, but I needed the car, so I was like, okay, fine, sell me the sport package…well, came in handy when I had to go pick up this gross disgusting box of bloody raw meat on Friday night for the Missions Conference we had on Saturday (we cooked Ugandan food for the conference). The box leaked…somehow by some miracle, did not leak all over all the junk in the truck…just stayed right where it was and made a mess on the trunk liner…which being plastic I can take out and hose off. Oh imagine how gross that would be if it had leaked all over the carpet layer in the trunk instead of the sport package plastic trunk liner? Oh the near disasters that weren’t.

Oh and the people who helped us cook the food…totally did that, not expecting any compensation, just because they had servants heart…well, we had a bunch of leftover food, and it turns out the guy who was a refugee from the Congo and the lady from Uganda who’s husband was brutally murdered…the ones who helped us with the food…well, turns out they have large families they live with, and obviously like no money…so we were totally able to bless them with the leftovers–and not just food, but the kind of food they like. Some of it was really good…some of it, I didn’t care much for, personally.