Well, we’ve been to the hospital twice in a month. One needed stitches, one didn’t. I’m getting used to the craziness of taking boys to the hospital on an electric scooter with blood pouring from their head, possibly getting soaked driving through a torrential downpour with taser-armed military men bringing 3 handcuffed prisoners in next to us in the “waiting room” (dark hallway), or getting there by following complete strangers who, thankfully, can speak English because I’m by myself with all 3 boys…
The one who didn’t have to go to the hospital (maybe I should add “yet”) has had a strong reaction to all the MSG that’s in seemingly every food item in the country - or that’s the way it feels sometimes. So, we’re figuring that out now. Restricted diets aren’t new to us, but we were really hoping to be done with them…
Lack of language ability gives us motivation to study. Lack of resources makes us creative and turn to each other more. We have NO mice (Hurray!!!), food that’s mostly bug-free and very few cockroaches (and the bugs in our bed frame aren’t hurting our sheets - that’s what Lance told me when I discovered them…)
We have been blessed with a wonderful international fellowship group. We gather with workers from 5 different countries once a week for singing, learning and fellowship, followed by a meal afterwards - 11 adults if we’re all there and 6 kids. Not everyone speaks fluent English, so the time is spent in multiple languages, but all with One purpose. “Every nation, every tribe, every tongue” takes on deeper shades of meaning when it’s experienced - as does the song, O Church Arise, that we sang together a few weeks ago. We are thankful to be a part of it.
Most days are a struggle, but we expected that. Call it culture shock, call it trials, call it life. We can choose to say, “yup, I can’t do it and dissolve into tears” (and some days we do) or we can choose to say, “yup, I can’t do it and rely on the One Who Can.”
This was a much needed verse shared with me the other day by a good friend: II Corinthians 9:8 “And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed;”
Thank you for your continued prayers; we continue to need them.
- Ruth, for our family
by Stuart Townend & Keith Getty
O Church, arise, and put your armour on;
Hear the call of Christ our Captain.
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth,
We'll stand against the devil's lies;
An army bold, whose battle-cry is Love,
Reaching out to those in darkness.
Our call to war, to love the captive soul
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole,
We will fight with faith and valour.
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outcome is secure,
And Christ will have the prize for which He died,
An inheritance of nations.
Come see the cross, where love and mercy meet,
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away,
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and heart shall see Him.
So Spirit, come put strength in every stride,
Give grace for every hurdle,
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in glory.