Just like anywhere else there are
good days and bad days in the mission field.
This particular day was a good one.
It was Monday, the beginning of another school week. I guess our kids missed us over the weekend
because instead of meeting us up at the school at 8:00 they all decided to come
down and hangout before school. Upon
invitation they all crammed inside the clinic portion of our house. Some of the boys had tawans (cuts), but for
the most part we were all just visiting.
After a while we finally told them that we still needed to get ready for
school. They got the hint and all filed
up towards the school again. Kiley and I
took the opportunity to finish getting dressed and inhaled some food before
following.
We
brought our cameras that day and had a great time taking pictures and
videos. Later that afternoon we put on some
rice and beans over our fire to cook and low and behold there were our kids
again. I guess they just hadn’t gotten
enough of us yet that day. In talking
with them we learned that the little siblings of Bibi were sick gain. We decided we would go to them since the kids
were so small and it was quite a hike.
Kiley started getting all the meds together we thought we might need
while I kept the fire going. Meanwhile
our students eagerly observed Kiley preparing all the meds and asked question
upon question like, “Is that medicine sweet?” “What is it for?
Kiley let them smell the different
medicines and soon conversations were rolling.
Thinking back over all the visits we’ve had this one still ranks the
highest.
By the
time we were ready for our home visit it was 5:30 pm and raining, but we
decided to go anyways even though we had a lot to do since we had to go to
Kementiyan the next day. We were both
happy and excited to go. As we started
down from Emrang we decided it was best to go the barefoot route because of all
the loose gravel on the trail. We loved
it! We reached the house on their farm
only to find that there were no people there. Just across the valley we could
hear voices and we figured they were probably there. As we reached the creek we
were met by two young children about 4 years old sent to be our guides. Upon arrival we realized we were among
friends, and not strangers. Mirey, her
son’s family, along with his mother-in-law, and Junilin one of the older siblings
of the two that were sick were there.
They all were very talkative and we enjoyed a great little visit.
Continuing
on we followed Junilin (about 7 years old) to where her family was. Darkness had just settled into the valley
when we reached their benwa (house). It
was good to see them again and we were so glad we came. These people, this place, and this culture
are quickly finding a spot in my heart.
We so desperately wanted to pray for the family and the sick ones who
were our friends, but do not know about their Almighty, Compassionate
Creator. We asked if they wanted us to
and to our delight they said yes!
As we
stepped out under the canopy of stars to begin our journey home our hearts were
full, and feeling the dirt between our toes only added to all the magic. Just a few steps up the trail I stepped in something
that felt a lot like mud, which was a bit concerning considering we were in the
middle of dry season. My worst fears were
confirmed. It was in fact poop, and
human poop at that! In moments like that
there’s nothing to do but scrap off what you can, say “sigi lang” ad just keep
walking.
With
both of us still in the recovery phases of malaria we stopped more frequently
on our way home as it was all up hill.
One place we stopped was the abandoned home of the family we had just
been with. We took advantage of the
unique opportunity to pray that God would claim their hearts in their own
home. We continued on filled with awe in
being tin the service of the King of Kings.
A
little further up, we stopped gain in the middle of a newly burned uma
(farm). We spent quite a bit of time
there contemplating and talking about the works of God, How He has been growing
and changing us, and how we’re seeing more and more the great controversy being
played out.
I
believe we weren’t walking the trail back home alone. The One who has always been found walking among
his servants, the One who walks before and behind us, He was our companion. He was the one inspiring our thoughts and
words. Amid the pressures of daily life,
with pressing fears all around, and trials abounding in our future we were able
to have the peace of God, find solace in
His promises, and find courage of heart.
Never doubt that Jesus is well at work still today. Open your heart to Him and you will find He
is walking with you too.