I had an interesting conversation via E-mail with another POM this week. We agreed that sometimes we don't want to know how bad it is for our kids.
This week when Erik told me what good care he got at the hospital, but then went on to tell me that there was no toilet paper or hand soap available I found myself wanting to ask how clean was the operating room and the instruments that they used, but instead I laughed with him and told him to STOP, and not tell me anymore details.
I was going to choose to leave it with God and be thankful that he received the emergency surgery he needed and focus on the miracle of the whole thing.
Sometimes it's just painful to hear the details about their hardships. I want to hear so that I can pray specifially, but sometimes it is just hard.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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Sat I will be leaving for Haiti to see for myself where my daughter will be living with her husband and the kids. I am excited about going but like you...do I really want to know it all??
She was telling me the other day that people ask "What is your favorite chocotate?" and while that is really nice she wants to say "Could you sent tampons and diapers?"
Denise,
So true. These are the things that Michele has me bring her when I come. Except she had Joel in cloth diapers. It is hard to find plastic pants.
I will be praying for your trip what a blessing you get to go. Enjoy your time.
Karen
Karen,
I so agree, and I trust God, He called them, assigned them to the location, they gave Him their lives and went. My kids have now entered Sudan and the daily temperatures are 100+. They have no cool spot to go to, they have electricity at times, they are building their furniture as they find wood and supplies. I know there are many details I do not know about but as when they were teens, I know I do not need to know it all. God doesn't tell us all, I don't tell my kids all, they don't tell me all. I'm am so grateful that HE is all knowing, I need not try to wear that hat. . . it would cover me like a tent and I could truly not 'see'. *very big grin*
Denise of Tulsa, ok
Mom,
I just read all of your posts on here and wanted to say thank you for all the concern and prayers from friends, etc. The appendix is better. The doctor who took it out saw me sitting up the next morning.
"The appendix didn't look that bad, but I think it is a miracle with you," he said. He repeated the miracle comment the following week when I went in to get a check up.
"Miracle or no, Dr....whatever you did, I feel like a million bucks!"
He smiled at that, no doubt thinking of the high fever and my comments about how much I liked the morphine when I first got to the hospital.
Anyhow, the Lord is good to each of us. I had to apologize to the kids for getting so angry on the car ride into town. Not used to being in such pain, I guess.
In the meantime, I was thinking about talking to Nako, a poor woman in our area who is always sick with boils and fever. "Count it all joy," I said to her this last Sunday, reading to her from the translation of James.
"When I am in pain," she replied, "I just don't want to feel it anymore. But I have been thinking about what you said. I should not pray to the spirits and should look at it as an occassion to trust God more."
Yes indeed, Nako! I thought. But then I prayed. "God, I feel miserable. I am sorry for saying anything to Nako about suffering. I realize now that I know very little about it. And, Lord, there are people who feel this sort of discomfort constantly. Please!"
I am doing much better, the scar is nearly gone. But I cannot help but think of those who REALLY suffer constant, dehabilitating pain and discomfort; it is the sort of trial that surgery cannot alliviate; it's the kind where morphine is a must.
I am glad to be through with my ordeal, but I pray for those who really suffer. In their pain may God grant them mercy and hope.
Thanks for your prayers.
Erik
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