If you’ve been following our journey for awhile now – you may pick up on a continuing theme of our lives…very little goes as we plan it.
This week proves the rule. Matt left early Saturday morning (his birthday) for a 9 hour drive that quickly turned into 11 hours of driving/ferry to get to his destination. When he left, I was on the upswing from being sick the week before and grateful to be getting my energy back for these days entirely on my own with the kids. Sunday, while at church, I started to feel worse again, drove us home and proceeded to spend the entirety of the next 48 hours in bed with a mind-splitting headache and body aches. I am still under the weather and forcing myself to rest.
In those times I really start to question why – why did we move so far away from the family and dear friends who have always been there to support us in moments like this? Why did I take my children out of school to homeschool? How will they ever get a good education with me laid up in bed for so many days? Why does Matt have to be gone? Why is this SO hard? Why is sickness a part of life? (Just keeping it real – as to the reels that play in my mind.)
And yes a bit of me is prone to despair…what will I ever do….
I’m glad the story does not end there.
Today. I am thankful…
thankful for all the ways God has provided in these hard, I’m-at-the-end-of-myself moments. Saturday one of the fellows from IJM came and watched the kids while I ran errands (while I was still up to it). Sunday I called to cancel dinner with another of the fellows, she offered to instead bring dinner for her and the kids and hang out with them while I rested. Yesterday, a friend agreed to take my kids to their swim lessons and then offered to bring them to her house to play and eat dinner. (Some of these women I have only known for 6 weeks!) Each of these gifts and offers felt so extravagant to me, I was honestly brought to tears in a moment where 5 minutes before I had felt so alone in this foreign country so far from “home”.
I am still in bed and a friend is coming in an hour to pick up Hannah for a birthday party. His provision never ends. Even when I keep forgetting and feel prone to despair.
Now to get better.
A few pictures to share:
First day of school
July 30th – this year we have shoes on (thanks to the mighty, biting ants in our yard) and you’ll notice the girls are holding our new baby bunnies, which are rapidly growing!
the teacher and her students on a non-sick day
I’m not the only who has been sick. One of our rabbits got deathly ill with a parasite & infection two weeks ago. Thankful for the university vet hospital that gave her plenty of medicine and saved her!
She’s all better now!