Again, please forgive me for this rant. I feel like I’m complaining all the time. I probably am though. As I have more bad (expensive) news to share.
My car... the one that overheated last fall and got a complete new engine... started having troubles again a few weeks back.
My local mechanics (aka: my team members) poked and prodded and said all was good to drive. I was not so sure.
I took it on short trips for the day and it appeared to be fine. But apparently when I decided to come to Beira to start teaching, everything heated up a notch.
The three hour trip turned out to be too much for my car. It overheated.
But oddly, there was no mad cloud of steam and the engine did not freeze. It just got hot and I stopped to cool it off and eventually add more water.
Delayed but not stuck (Praise God!), I eventually made my destination and started volunteering. But almost immediately, it was using more water and oil and acting all hot and bothered.
So I asked around for a good mechanic. That’s how I met Luis.
Luis is Zimbabwean of Indian descent. Nice guy from all appearances. He took a few hours to check ‘Hot and Bothered’ out. The diagnosis was not pleasant.
Though he won’t know for sure until he takes the engine out --Yep. The engine must come out. He says I got really bad work done in Zimbabwe last year. The hack job they did has to be re-done.
All of it.
The price tag is likely to be the same.
This news has been just one more thing in a series of bad this week (i.e. lost paperwork, roofing delays, team drama, etc.). Fortunately, it has not got me shaking in my boots.
Though pressed on every side, I know I’m never abandoned. I feel His presence so intensely. I feel so close to birthing this clinic.
So. Very. Close.
The enemy is shaking in his boots. If he thinks that by frustrating my papers and breaking my car that I’ll somehow turn tail and leave, than he’s a mighty big idiot.
His tactics are base, desperate and ultimately powerless in the face of God’s divine will.
He will fail.
Please pray for me (and the team here at Maforga) to daily find ways to become more than conquerors.
Some battle scars are still fresh. To be honest... some are actively bleeding. But I turn to my Healer for these wounds to be bound up and make whole.
May I come out of this battle stronger and more suited for the next task at hand.
Oh... that His people would PRAY.