Namibia Trip – Day Three
– by Claudia Burger
Driving here yesterday out of the blue: go to the AFM church.
Ok Lord. Hmmm. Maybe the pastors need encouragement.
I was about to give up having driven around several times finding RC, NG, JW. Asking at police station who didn’t know.
I lean on my car roof with my elbows. ‘Lord did I hear wrong? Please help’.
I decide to turn right and then give up.
A funeral parlour. They will know.
The lady helping me belongs.
Drive me there.
I walk into a spotless church beautifully furnished. Peace flows thru me. I give a long sigh of contentment.
Last night had first proper meal in two days. Towns are 100’s of km apart so are petrol stations with eating facilities.
I have found two kindred spirits, the Vissers: we speak the same spiritual language.
Tomorrow I speak at the old age home then leave for Windhoek and beyond.
I woke up at 02:00 again. The Lord and me time. I’m in tears. Jesus did this for ME. To rest and refresh. He is sooo sensitive and considerate.
My reading in 2 Thess. Pray for me that the Word of God will run.