Yesterday was NOT a good day. I was running some errands in town, like mailing the “Fe para hoje” (Faith for today) magazines that almost 400 pastors and lay people in Mozambique receive for free (I am not the post office lady’s favourite customer!) and picking up more boxes of books for the “Pastor’s library” programme from the airport. I was using the Woodrows’ Landrover, since it was available and is more sturdy than the Toyota. Unfortunately, I didn’t realise that there was a chance the brake fluid would be all dry, because apparently it leaks out a lot. As a result, in the middle of town I suddenly had no brakes! I feel so bad, I hit someone’s lights on their car, because I could neither turn more sharply nor stop once I had momentum! I was already feeling awful about this and just wanted to take the car back to Woodrows as soon as possible, when I ran into some road works and had to turn around (barely made it) and head up a one-way that suddenly had traffic in both directions, confusing everyone. A chapa was halfway in, halfway out of a parking space, I couldn’t brake and there was something coming from the front - it is just the grace of God that I didn’t hit anyone!
Aside from the drama with the car I had hoped to finally buy my ticket for my trip to South Africa, since I had delayed while making up my mind about my return date, and then needed to first transfer money from my credit card to my current account so that I could pay cash, since wonderful LAM’s credit card machine hardly ever works. I waited over an hour (this was around 16h00 yesterday afternoon) and was then told a much higher price than I was originally given! What made it complicated was that I had originally reserved my tickets at another, smaller office a few blocks away, the raison d’etre of which I can’t fathom, and I now bitterly rue the day I ever wandered in there. So after a very unpleasant conversation with them in which my already over-wrought nerves were more and more strained, I just gave up and only got home when it was very nearly dark. I was so upset that all I got for my trouble was the chance to waste even more time at LAM this morning and still pay the high price. But the Lord was so gracious - I didn’t wait that long, and even though I panicked when I realised I had managed to leave my passport at home and couldn’t remember whether they needed any kind of identification, everything finally went smoothly and I paid even less than I was originally quoted ! Of course now I’m on a guilt trip to the terrible way I handled yesterday’s stress… 
Right now, everything seems to be happening at once. Amongst other things, I need to select and package and mail the books for the pastors on the reading programme, as well as send a copy of the Fiel Conference brochure and registration information to everyone on our mailing of over 600! So I’m being kept pretty busy, but at least I can relax about my travel arrangements now.
