A Grateful Heart

June 13, 2013

The past few days have been great, but exhausting. I have had the daunting, yet exciting adventure of visiting different schools for Eva. We finally decided (Emily, Eva, and I) that Mercy will teach her English for the remainder of this term and then she will go to Christian School the next term. While Eva and I were out searching for schools, we rode a motorcycle that they call a jbouda or something like that. It was so soothing! After all our school visits, we stopped at the super market so I could get water and apples. But while I was there, I decided why not try some potato chips and ice cream?! J So we did. And I got this Green Apple Soda…it was so good. The best lunch EVER J

Today, we talked to a few children in the village. I spent most of my day looking after John, who has a fever and possibly Malaria, and reading “The Rescue” by Nicholas Sparks while Eva and Mercy ran some errands in town. John’s fever fluctuates. We have to watch him tonight and determine whether to take him to the doctor tomorrow or not. At this point, it’s looking like we’ll need to take him first thing in the morning. There are moments when panic rushes through my veins as I look at him and think “Is he breathing?!” Just then I’ll see his chest slowly rise and fall, allowing relief to come over me. Thankfully, he isn’t more fussy, but he is more chatty making baby sounds with his mouth.

I have so many mosquito bites that I’ve stopped counting and just started taking Benedryl at night. That way it not only will hopefully take away some of the itching, but I’m not up all hours of the night either J Thank you Lord! I’m also praising God for the constant cool breeze that blows through the living room as we keep the windows open during the day. Definitely grateful for the potato chips, ice cream, and green apple soda! Praising God for another day without crying. Praising God that we have Tylenol for John and that he is still alive for me to take care of. Thanking God for the food I have, like the char-grilled cinnamon toast I experienced today. And the clean water He provides. Thanking God for money to pay bills. And Grateful to God that He hears my cries for help, my pleas for healing, and my requests for His mercy, grace, love, and forgiveness. I love you, Lord. May Your praise and scripture forever be on my lips!

 

The verse I repeat to myself over and over and over each day: Psalm 63:1 “O God, You are my God. Earnestly I seek you. My soul thirsts for you; my body longs for you in a dry and weary land where there is no water.”