The Countdown Is On
Only Six Weeks To Go

Alexander Mills • Pastor
May 5, 2026

4 Minute Read

When we started counting down to our trip in weeks rather than months, it started to feel real. In less than six weeks, our family of four will be heading to Uganda for the entire summer.

The genesis of this trip was a moment more than a year ago. God met Rebecca in the car, and then Rebecca called me. “I think we’re supposed to go back to Uganda”, she said. “I’m not so sure about that”, I replied.

“Dear, I think God told me this.”

“Oh,” I said, “then we’ll have to think about that.”

We started following where the Wind was blowing, and sure enough, I can say confidently today that God is leading us where we’re headed.

We want to take a moment to say thank you. Thank you for journeying alongside us, letting us borrow your faith and cash in your prayers, and of course, for all the practical ways you’ve helped us so far. Sure, the four Mills’s are making the trek, but we don’t go alone. You’re with us

Here’s Where We’re At

Making lists and packing, making more lists and packing some more. Our guest room has been overwhelmed by suitcases, voltage converters, and closed toe sandals. We’re putting everything together a little bit at a time.

Our plan is to pack our personal suitcases as efficiently as possible so that we can have room to bring things that some folks have requested.

Some things we’re planning to bring along:

  • Post partum diapers
  • Baby aspirin for pregnant women
  • Belly bands
  • Supplements
  • Clothes

We’re currently fundraising to raise money for birth kits that we’ll be hand delivering to the village. Each kit is worth $10 and gives a pregnant woman everything she needs to be accepted at the hospital for delivery. Any support helps make a measurable difference in someone’s life.

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Our Trip Is Shaping Up

Did you know that time is told differently in different parts of the world? Affectionately, there’s a way to tell time the African way, which simply means that things don’t always start on time or go according to plan.

That being said, the schedule for our trip is shaping up. It’s not fixed, but here’s an idea of what we’ll be doing at any given time.

We’ll be partnering with Pambazuka Ministries in Jinja to serve pregnant teens in their care. Rebecca will be teaching prenatal and postpartum care, breastfeeding and newborn care, and bringing menstrual education to schools. She’ll also be teaching nurses some midwifery skills. Alexander will be leading bible studies for the staff and women in the ministry, as well as discipling young pastors in the area.

We’ll then go into the village to work with Redeemer Ministries to distribute the aforementioned birthing kits. The mortality rate of birthing women in Uganda is 1 in 47, and these life-saving kits can have a measurable impact on reversing that.

What's Next

We have to finish packing of course, prepare our home to be away for the summer, and set our work up for success as we take unpaid leaves.

Our visas finally came through this week (thank God!), and we only have two vaccine appointments left.

We'd love your specific prayer over these next few weeks.

How to Pray For Us

🙏 Our yellow fever vaccinations – Rebecca and I are both vaccinated from our last trip, but the boys need their shots. This is big one, so pray for grace and gentle healing.

🙏 The rest of our supplies – we’re still collecting everything we need for ourselves to be in Africa for the summer, as well as the things we want to bring to donate to others.

We’re so grateful for you. We wouldn’t have as much courage to follow the Spirit if we didn’t know that you were on the journey with us.

Grace and peace.
Alexander, Rebecca, Asher & Aiden

To get in contact with us directly now or while we’re away, email alexander@lifeabundantniagara.com. We’ll be checking in regularly.
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Alexander Mills

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