Hello, all. This is Anna. Please be in fervent prayer for Kyle Guimon today. Last night in the night (once at 2:50 AM and once at 3:50 AM) his heart stopped completely and they had to restart it. They don’t know what caused this to happen. Right now he is on dialysis. His kidneys are working but no where near what they need to be doing. The hope is that giving him the dialysis several times over the next days will help cleanse his body enough for them to see marked improvement in his health. Please pray for the Great Physician’s healing touch on Kyle. Both Kyle and Debbie are very aware of God’s presence with them and Kyle believes he is going to live through all of this. Pray for Debbie and Matthew. Debbie has been at Kyle’s side almost constantly over the last days, even sleeping in the hospital waiting room. She is very tired both emotionally and spiritually. Pray for the Dr.’s to have wisdom as they work with Kyle. Thank you all for your prayers!
God works in our lives in ways that we could never plan or figure out. Sometimes He places people in our path just at the time we needed it most. Last night was one of those times for me.
This last month has been a very emotional month for me. Visiting Grandpa and having him pass away, being the cause of an accident in which our deputation van was totalled, finding out that another baby is on the way, my emotions have run the gamut from extreme sorrow to great joy. We’ve also struggled with sickness in the last week or so. To say the least I’ve been feeling a little tired and struggling with discouragement, grieving and burn-out. Yesterday afternoon one of the boys woke up from his nap with a slight fever but it was gone after he’d been up for a little while. I tried to talk James into letting me stay home with the kids while he went on to the meeting by himself. He wanted me to go. So we all went.
We got out of the house later than we had planned and so were running late already but the weather wasn’t that great (a little drizzly rain that had all the drivers around us being extra cautious) so we couldn’t go as fast as the speed limit even. The church wasn’t where the directions said it was, at least we couldn’t see it. We drove past it three times because we didn’t know that the street name on the one side of the road we were on was different than the name of the street on the other. Finally we got there, several minutes late and got the children to their various classes. James got up to show the slides and the slide projector broke, not just a burned out bulb, the thing that moves the slides in and out of the projector quit (James was able to fix it today, so we again have a working slide projector.). The pastor was so gracious in everything as were the people of the church. It just seemed like everywhere we turned we ran into an obstacle.
After church an elderly couple, named Dan and Ann Zimmerman, came up to us and began to visit. They had been in Mali and Niger and other portions of Northwestern Africa for about 30 years. He had done Bible translation work in Mali. Most of their children had been born there on the foreign field and all of them are serving God today, one as a missionary in Quebec. They invited us to their home and showed us picture after picture of how God had blessed their work in these Muslim nations. Churches with trained national pastors were left behind when they had to leave because of pressure from Kadafi in Lybia. We sat and visited with them for a long time and looked at hymnals they translated and work they did while on the field. They showed us things the people whom they had helped had made for them as thank you gifts. It was a blessing and an encouragement. Their eyes frequently filled with tears as they thought about the country they had lived in for so long, which they still carry a burden and love for after all these years.
As we left their house Mrs. Zimmerman gave me a hug and said “The Lord bless you and keep you and cause His face to shine upon you.” This old warrior of the faith had pronounced a blessing on me. It brought me to tears and reminded me the torch MUST be passed on to a younger generation. She had lived in the desert for so many years. I could leave the security of the familiar and move to a land that I don’t know. She had done it and could tell me about it. One day, I will be in her place, telling another generation what God has used me to do in Uganda.
We left that house greatly encouraged, the “burnt-out” feeling gone, a reminder given to us that this mission we are on to Uganda is so much bigger than we are and spans far more than we could do on our own. We go in the power of our Lord who will give the grace to go day by day and do the thing He has called us to do.
Thank you all for your prayers!
While at candidate school we realized the importance of setting goals for deputation and seeking to meet them. So we came home and James started a new job. We’d set some goals for setting up meetings but James’ work schedule didn’t really allow him to meet any of those goals.
The last couple of weeks God has really opened up them time for him to make calls to set up meetings. It is exciting to hear from him each time he gets done making calls and see what God has done.
Saturday we found out that the water pump on the van was going out. Thankfully it doesn’t look like anything is messed up in the engine. However, we can’t get it fixed yet. We needed an oil change on the smaller van that James uses for work but needed to save our money to fix the bigger van. James gave the smaller van an oil change. It went smoothly for the most part. He did get the wrong oil filter but was able to go back and get the right one without a problem.
Last night when I was getting ready to climb in bed I had to move James’ work bag (has tools, software, etc. that he needs for work). As I reached to pick it up a HUGE spider crawled onto the side of the bag. No kidding, it must have been 2-1/2 to 3 inches in diameter. And it’s legs weren’t even really spread out completely. It was one of the biggest spiders I’ve ever seen. Even James was a little horrified by the size of it! I screamed, did a little jig and called for James. I made sure he saw it then went into the livingroom to get over the chills running up and down my spine! Most of the time spiders aren’t really a big deal to me. I might jump when I see one fall off something I just picked up but killing them is no big deal. This one was just too much for me. I was even a little scared to get close to look and see what kind of spider it was. Thankfully, it wasn’t a brown recluse. I get to look forward to this kind of thing happening all the time in Africa! Maybe, by that time the boys will be able to kill the really big ones!
Grace Baptist Missions of Uganda
James and Anna Huckabee
P.O. Box 1830
Grace Baptist Missions
Pastor Ken Spilger
11642 Riverview Dr.
Saint Louis, MO 63138
Central Missionary Clearinghouse
P.O. Box 219228
Houston, Texas 77218-9228