The Accident

It is a beautiful Sabbath morning. Our breakfast is all fresh, hot and ready to eat on the table. Usually patients come at that very moment, and today was no exception. A person appears at our door asking us to please go to WaSuTa and check an old man who seems to be very sick. They do not know anything about what is wrong with him – just come. Food is forgotten as we prepare ourselves to leave. We must go check the patient and then come back and get the right medication.

We sped away on the motorbike and discovered that asthma was the problem. The patient was not in an acute attack, so he was easy to treat, but we must go home, and get the medicine.

Our motorbike is 4 years old and seems to be developing some problems. The brakes are new, but the mechanisms that enable them to work are worn out and lately they want to lock up.

On our way home we were just rounding a rutted, downhill corner, (maybe a little too fast), when the front brakes locked up and down we went with a bang. Because I am sitting in the back, my left thigh got slammed between the crashing bike and the high ridge of the roadway.

At first my leg didn’t feel like it was a part of me. Later I wished it wasn’t a part of me! My left thigh swelled up and became quite hard. I could still walk, but very painfully. The problem for me was that the next day we had to take a lady to Meta Hospital and drive those tremendously bumpy roads.

The trip to Meta was excruciating for me. But the lady was taken care of over the next 5 hours in a jam-packed hospital. It took longer than usual because the hospital is under construction. Just as the lady and I were walking out of Meta hospital ready to go home– the sky suddenly opened up and let down a deluge of driving rain. It must have continued for 20 minutes. There was so much sudden precipitation that the streets were flooded. No way we could make it back to BYT now, so we went to MaeSalit for the night. I know that was providential for me because those bumping jolting 3 hours to BYT was more pain to my leg than I could bear at this point.

The next day, Monday, we were able to make it back to BYT. I thought I would rest my leg the next day and let it heal. Oh how I longed to be idle and live a life of ease for just two hours, but no – another baby girl, NawRuTha, 2 ½ months old came in with diarrhea and vomiting! It was septic and dehydrated! We had no other option – we must take it to MeDuGlow quickly. Memories of that last dear baby made us all the more determined to help this one in time.

The very instant that we went outside to get in the truck, it began to rain! I feel the oppression of the devil pressing in and sneering at us. You must understand that rainy season is over. It is not supposed to be raining right now at all. We long for dry roads and no threat of rain, but every single time we go anywhere by truck or by bike for the last 2 months – there are the dark threatening clouds, lightning and thunder!

“Oh Dear Lord,” I hear myself groaning right out loud.
“How long?”

Somehow just then I felt I had nothing left in me to give. But I felt God’s hand upon me. Deuteronomy 33: 12

“The Lord shall cover him all the day long, and he shall dwell between His shoulders.”

The Lord is covering me. That means He is all around me! I am in His heart! That is just too good! How precious He is to me! I can go on now!

It really is an impossible thing to drive to MeDuGlow in the rain, but that’s exactly what we did. NOT on our own. It was another amazing miracle. God helped us every inch of the difficult, slippery way. Some steep upgrades took us 5 or 6 tries. A baby’s life was in the balance and we would do whatever it takes to save her!

The truck and baby made it and I pray the baby will return home all better very soon.

We still had to drive all the way back to BYT. The rain had stopped, but the conditions were bad. About 2 km away from BYT we came across a truck that was stuck in the mud. The road is narrow so we could not pass it. Nobody was there, so we had to walk home in the mud. Perhaps I needed the exercise, but it was a slow painful walk for me!

Now it is Wednesday night – 5 days after my accident. My left thigh is 2 inches larger in circumference than my right, and although my knee is not hurt, it is 1 ½ inches larger and bruised down to mid calf. I can walk, but cannot bend my knee as I walk because my leg will give out if I do. I hope that is normal and will mend itself in time. My visa is due today, but I cannot drive the truck with my left foot pushing the clutch in! —Maybe tomorrow.

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