This Wild Journey

Race against time…please pray

 

It’s difficult to believe that we have been in Kenya nearly 5 months now. It highlights how challenging it can be to mark the passing of time in our everyday lives. We try to increase our awareness by remembering birthdays, anniversaries and holidays while the years march on. When I look at pictures of my children only a few years ago, though, I am keenly aware of how the years slip by at lightning speed.

      

Living outside of my “everyday life” for the last 5 months has really done a number on my perception of time. One day I feel like time is moving at a snail’s pace, while the next I can’t believe how much time has passed. There is one way, though, of marking the passage of time here that keeps me from forgetting time’s relentless march forward. His name is Samuel.*

I met him in my second week working here, which also happened to be the day after his 16th birthday. He seems like a tall, quiet young man. I say “seems” because I have never seen him stand nor heard him talk. He has a condition know as Guillain Barre Syndrome, or GBS. We don’t really know why it happens; perhaps it is a virus or medication or something else, but the immune system starts attacking its own nerve cells. It starts with a little weakness in the hands and feet, and then the weakness spreads upward toward the vital muscles that help you breathe. This is about the time in the process when we met Samuel. Within 12 hours of his admission, we had to put a tube through his mouth and into his lungs so that a machine could do the work that his respiratory muscles could no longer do.

And then we waited. And waited. And waited.

We know that most people with this condition eventually recover, sometimes even completely, so we waited. We rejoiced when he could shrug his shoulder, we groaned when his skin began to break down from constant pressure over his bony frame. We celebrated when his thumb gave the slightest twitch, and we vigilantly treated every fever or indication of infection. Then it happened.

We were finally able to turn off the machine and he could breathe on his own! 3 months on the ventilator, and he could finally be wheeled out of the intensive care unit to bask in the sun (which happens to be one of the favorite things for kids to do in the hospital here). His recovery really seemed to be progressing well, and we were starting to think about getting him home. Then the fever came back.

Seemingly out of nowhere, he could no longer support his own breathing and we had to put him back on the ventilator. The new extra sound we heard when we listened to his heart filled us with dread. And when we received the results from the echocardiogram (heart ultrasound), our worst fears were confirmed. Samuel had developed bacterial endocarditis, an infection of the valves within the heart that allow the blood to flow forward and not backward. This would be bad enough, but it was even worse than we could have imagined. The bacteria had actually eaten a hole in one of the valves. Now every time his heart beat, some of the blood went forward and some of it went back into the lungs. As one visiting cardiologist put it, “this is not compatible with life” for very long. The clock was ticking.

The race to get Samuel off the ventilator and strong enough for surgery had begun. Now nearly 2 months later, it seems this is a race we cannot win. His muscles were slowly getting stronger, but the amount of work his lungs have to do is simply too much for his feeble new-found strength to overcome. And the clock keeps ticking.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Actually, is anything desperate in the Lord’s hands? Of course the answer to that is “No.” Lord willing, though, Samuel will have surgery next week to repair his broken heart. God has placed a faithful, gifted surgeon here who is willing to take a risk on a patient that most would consider too sick for surgery. This is where you come in to the story.

“The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working” ~James 5:16

None of us on our own deserve to be called righteous, but if we trust in Christ, we are credited with His perfect righteousness (2 Cor 5:21). Please pray!

Pray that the surgery will happen. Pray that God will guide the surgeon’s hands and that the surgery will go well. Pray that Samuel will have a full recovery from the surgery and from the GBS. But the clock is also ticking for another reason. Samuel and his family are Muslim. As was true for all of us who are now alive in Christ, their spiritual hearts are broken and in need of repair by the great Physician. Samuel has heard the good news of the Gospel many times from different people during his 5 months in the hospital. Pray that God will grant Him faith and grace for eternal life… true life (Eph 2:8-9). May God use His life to reach the hearts of people we could never reach.  As He promised… for our good and His glory! (Rom 8:28)

*Samuel’s name was changed for this post, for his protection. God knows his name.

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Orphans

A lot has happened since the last time we posted. Melanie went to the AGC Baby Center in Nakuru. It was hard to take her there. I knew it would be, but nothing prepared me for entering into that world, even for a few moments. Dropping her off was quick and a little shocking. I thought maybe I would linger and help her transition a little more. But it was what God ordained. He was teaching me things even in that. It is not “good” for her to be an orphan, but I believe somehow God will work it together for her good. And she is in a good place, with loving Christian “mothers” to care for her around the clock.


About a week after I went to the Baby Center, our family headed for a few days away. God orchestrated it at just the right time. The reason we could go was because another pediatrician was here short-term, so Tom was freed up to take a few days off. We knew about this trip way in advance of ever knowing about Melanie or that we would keep her for a while, but we had decided to go to Nakuru. So we went to Lake Nakuru National Park at first, a beautiful corner of God’s world. Breathtaking views, animals roaming about, a pool (some of the kids’ favorite part;) and rest. It was a blessed time of being together, just “being” and not going and doing. We didn’t even realize we needed that. We didn’t really come to Tenwek for vacation! But it was much needed, and much appreciated. God is so kind.


After Lake Nakuru, we went back to the Baby Center (a previously planned trip) and stayed a couple days. It was a much more complete experience for me this time, not that I had to have that, but it was again just the kindness of God. I was so thankful to learn much more about what they do there, and why they do certain things, and to sit and talk with many more of the caregivers. It was a sweet time for our kids too. They had some overwhelming feelings at first, but they all warmed up quickly and played with the kids. It was so awesome to hear the kids laugh and see them smile and run and play. It is heartbreaking to think of 72 kids/babies who are without a family. And this is just one orphanage. One of many in this country, and on this continent. 72 precious hearts. 72 individual souls that God knit together in their mothers’ wombs, but for various reasons they now wait to be loved and cherished and held by a forever family. It could be days, months, years before they recieve that gift on this earth. Please join us in praying it is early in their lives that they know Jesus and understand they have been adopted by our heavenly Father and he will never ever abandon them or leave them alone.

I had been reading Psalm 145 a lot recently, and I read that the LORD is gracious, merciful, slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love, He is good to all and his mercy is over all that he has made. He is faithful, kind, He upholds all who are falling, satisfies the desire of every living thing, He is near to all who call on Him. He preserves all who love him. It is hard to reconcile these truths when I am battling the sights, sounds and smells of an orphanage. Why all this pain, Lord? Why these abandoned children? Why these broken souls?



Our good God does not change like shifting shadows; He is constant. He is good, even when circumstances are not. He is good, even when babies do not have families. He is merciful. He hears their cries. I struggle with this at times, but I believe it with all my heart. He is redeeming all things, and one day there will be no orphans. Until that day, we must trust Him and walk with Him, and enter in to these broken things that we don’t always want to face.

My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD, and let all flesh bless his holy name forever and ever. ~Psalm 145:21

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The reason we’re here

Sorry I haven’t updated in a while. We’ve been a bit busy…with a newborn! Baby Melanie stepped into our lives a little over 2 weeks ago. She is a sweet little almost 1 month old now (we think) who was sadly abandoned by her parents. Her little life is a miracle, as she was found on the side of the road wrapped in blankets, probably only a couple of days old. After a short stay at the hospital to make sure she was healthy and strong, we offered to keep her here with us for a while until she is placed in a baby center (orphanage). It’s been such a blessing. The kids have really unified around her, which was definitely an answer to prayer. They have loved helping care for her and protect her. Though we know it will be a hard thing for us to see her go, we also know that this time we’ve been able to love and care for this little precious baby has been well worth it. In a weird (but not surprising) way I think the Lord is protecting my heart. I have been just overwhelmed with thankfulness with the moments we’ve been able to spend with Melanie. Snuggling a newborn, praying over her, and being able to provide for her needs for trust and security are such a blessing. But I know that she is not mine. She truly belongs to the Lord. I don’t know what her future will hold, but I feel confident that God is taking care of her and will continue to do so. Don’t get me wrong, I am tired and I do have overwhelming moments in this home with 7 children! But the Lord is truly sustaining us all. He is allowing me to see a glimpse of his heart in loving the unloved and caring for the abandoned soul. Don’t we all feel abandoned sometimes in this difficult world? That is why we have a loving Savior. He is so kind.

On that note, tomorrow is Easter. As we have been reading the Easter story as a family, and yesterday focused on Good Friday, one phrase in particular has hit me hard this year. “…and he yielded up his spirit.” Or in another translation, “…he allowed himself to die.” Jesus did not die because people killed him. No, he died because he surrendered. He surrendered to the Father’s will. He gave up his spirit and died so that we could be filled with his spirit and live! That is so amazing! And so incomprehensible really. In this world, and here at Tenwek, we are fighting so hard to save people’s lives. But Jesus willingly gave up his for each of us.

Maybe that’s what “take up your cross and follow me” truly means. Give up our lives, willingly laying down our rights and even our own desires. Surrendering them to the Lord fully, accepting what HE has to give and how He leads. And walking in the Hope and Victory that is ours when we believe that he truly did overcome death and the grave. His power is alive and at work in the lives of those who believe. I have to remind myself of that often, in my many failures and sins. But it is the truth. Praise the Lord that He shows us how to live surrendered lives. That is why we are here. That is why we are here.

Thank you for your continued prayers. Please pray for little Melanie and also for her mother and father, wherever they are.

We wish all of you a blessed Easter. He is Risen indeed!!

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