Wednesday, May 23, 2012

May 2012


Just when we think that things will get easier, that we’ve got everything under control, something else happens reminding us that we are not the ones in control, God is. We are feeling pretty tired because we have had inpatients for most of the month of April and May. Getting up in the middle of the night to give meds wears you down pretty quickly. Most of the patients have had typhoid but we have had some cases of pneumonia as well. One older lady was carried to our clinic. She had been sick for a long time and had called all her children to her house because she thought she was about to die. Eventually someone convinced her to come to the clinic. She actually recovered fairly quickly and when she realized that she wasn’t going to die, she was full of gratitude. She was hugging us and telling us that we were her children now. We were a little embarrassed and surprised too. Most people who come to the clinic seem indifferent. A lot of the time we have to convince them to take medicine or they are angry because we want them to take medicine and they don’t want to because it’s bitter. We’ve tried all sorts of tricks for getting children to take medicine and hiding the medicine in crunchy peanut butter on a cracker seems to work the best. Anyway, it was nice to have someone say thank you when we were so tired. With everything going on here, we just have to lean on God’s strength and not our own. And while it is challenging, we can see how God is growing our faith and trust in Him.
                We also had our 1st patient die. While we have heard reports of deaths in different villages, this was the first patient that we were involved with. A family came with three children and all were very sick. They had been sick for two weeks already and were just now coming for help. Chris assessed them and got clearance to send them all to the hospital in the lowlands. They were too sick for the care we could give them in the clinic, so we arranged for them to be carried out. Unfortunately, the oldest girl died on the way down. Because the others still needed to go to the hospital, one of the missionaries brought the body back to our clinic and the church members buried her the next morning. It was weird because there was no funeral, not even a family member there to say goodbye. I’m still struggling with that a little bit, thinking of how different a funeral would be in the states. But the good news is that this little girl has hope. The next thing she sees will be Jesus Christ coming to take her home to live with Him for eternity.
                Other than working in the clinic, in my spare time I’ve still been helping with farming. For some reason I thought that once the rice was planted, the hard part was done. But that’s not the case. Once the rice starts growing, the weeds start growing too. So we have to go through the field and pull them up. I have discovered that I really like weeding. Maybe it’s because I can see the results of my hard work instantly. I was weeding the other day and I had a thought. The farm is like our life and the rice is like the fruits of the spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, etc.). When we spend time with Jesus every day, it is like letting Jesus work on the farm of our life. He wants to plant these good things in our life. But the weeds are like sin, selfishness springing up everywhere trying to choke out all the fruit. It is not possible to grow rice with the weeds, it won’t produce any fruit. Also, this weeding process is continual. I can’t go and weed a whole farm in a few hours. Maybe I’ll finish a little section, but to keep up with the weeds I have to spend time weeding every day. It is the same with spending time with Jesus. If we only spend time with him once in a while, the weeds get thicker and choke out our spiritual life. Only by allowing Jesus to work in our life, by spending time with Him every day, can our lives produce fruit.  
              We appreciate everyone who is praying for us. It really makes a difference! Thank you!

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