Here in the jungle we are isolated in our houses. Our roads are blocked. Our clinic is silent. Our church door is shut. Our fields are burning. The air is filled with smoke. The ground is parched and the intense heat of the mid-day sun is suffocating as it mixes with smoke and thick dust stirred up from our feet or motorbike. The hand-washed clothes hung on the bamboo dries in 20 minutes, as opposed to rainy season when it NEVER dries.
Isolated in our houses
Freshly burned rice fields everywhere
Dusty travelers
We are in a difficult position because the people still depend on us when they are sick. How can we turn them away. We just made a house call to a very sick young man almost in a febrile seizure. We cannot take anyone to the hospital right now. Some of our patients cough and have fevers. Our full weight is upon the dear Saviour, who hears our cry and heals the sick!
Just last week a young man, PePoo, 25 years old, dropped a post on his foot leaving it quite dirty, swollen and mangled. I cleaned and trimmed as best I could and sutured it together with 8 sutures. We walk to his house every day to clean it. At first it looked like one end was getting infected even though I had given him antibiotics, but I found out that he was walking every day down the steep mountainside in all that dust! BletJhaw and I prayed with him and his family as we cleaned and dressed his foot. This man is an opium addict and does not treat his wife nicely. Now I have a chance to plead with God for him physically and spiritually! Just yesterday his foot was less swollen and appeared to be healing nicely. How can we ever thank God enough for His miraculous power in our behalf. Please pray for PePoo!
Not looking too good!
So much better just in one day!
Beautiful family!