The first thing I saw yesterday morning was my Dad, leaning over the mosquito netting. Telling me good morning. I had slept like a rock, seeing that I had spent the previous day playing soccer all day long at KidsGames. My Dad and I prayed out on the porch of our room, and then did our devotions. I am in Nehemiah 3. At breakfast, Sabet and Suzy gave us the low-down on the whole day. It was the usual schedule. Except I was scheduled to work in the clinic instead of doing construction. That made a big difference in my day. I walked over to the clinic with John-Paul, the doctor of the clinic (he is like a superhero, literally!) Sheena showed me how to clean a wound, and I did that with her for a little while. After that there were not that many wound care patients. They all were mainly people who had to be given drugs, do stop some pain or another. I was designated, along with a woman named Dorothy, to lead them to the pharmacy, where they waited to be given what they were prescribed. Every now and then we had a slight emergency. Like a Little boy who had pneumonia or someone with malaria. But at one point there was a woman who was carried into the clinic, screaming. We were able to lay hands on her and pray. We found out later that she has yellow fever, and also was a little mentally unstable. There is no real treatment for yellow fever, except rest and fluids. So she stayed in the clinic until later this evening. We also had the boy with a head wound that Sheena sutured earlier in the week, come back for a checkup. He had a infection in his wound, so we cleaned it and prayed. And gave him some medicine to take home, At two o clock we took our lunch break. And talked over what we had seen, and what we were going to do. After lunch I worked in the clinic until four o clock. And then we had to leave for KidsGames. I was stuck between my dad and Mike Yordt. We took the truck, while Sabet drove everybody else, in a different car. I think that my dad and Mike made more jokes on the way there than I have ever heard in my life! It was partly due to the fact that we were driving through tall grass and trying to find a village with almost no visible road. And we had our translaters, yelling from the back of the truck, to tell us to turn every five seconds. Our kids Games went awesome, we had 128 kids. And the winning team in the water bucket competition, had four ounces! (The most yet). When we got back we all washed up and ate dinner. Over all, I think that this experience has been life-changing, and I am hoping to come back (already). I also think that I will never, ever, ever take a ice cold glass of water for granite, anymore.
Love yall, and keep praying.
P.S. last night, there was a woman in labor all night. She finally gave birth to a son, her 10th child. She wanted a Christian name for him along with his Dinka name, and she asked us to help name him. She asked us if we could think of a Christian name with the significance of the number 10. We gave him the name Zebulun, because he was the 10th of Jacob’s children.
Love yall, and keep praying.
P.S. last night, there was a woman in labor all night. She finally gave birth to a son, her 10th child. She wanted a Christian name for him along with his Dinka name, and she asked us to help name him. She asked us if we could think of a Christian name with the significance of the number 10. We gave him the name Zebulun, because he was the 10th of Jacob’s children.
