Life. One small word that holds so much weight. Today was really tough. We mourned the loss of one life. Prayed hope for another. Fought a physical, emotional and spiritual battle for the life of a mother. And then celebrated the arrival of new life still. One day…so much life in many different varieties. At the end of the day, we pray and commit ALL life to the one who authors it. This tension of celebration and sorrow is not easy…
Finally back in the labor room this week and I am feeling…apprehensive!? I am going through photos from Zambia trying to reacquaint myself with the mechanics of it all but then I remember, this isn’t going to be familiar. God is doing a new thing here. The hospital is so different, the lifestyles are new, the Drs and nurses are strangers. There is no room to compare. However, what does remain the same is that God is faithful, He is with us and He is the author of these NEW stories! Oh! and babies need to come out…that is also the same. Mothers of Hyderabad, let’s do this! I am gunna catch yo babies. Also, if you get too hot and feel like the only thing that will bring you relief is if I dump water on you, then so be it!
Shortly after we arrived in Kolkata we had a really special opportunity to do basic health care clinics in a slum just a short train ride away from our place.
We set up a rotation where people were able to received visual acuity testing, blood pressure checks and a general care station where we were able to advise people on a wide range of common ailments. But what we mostly did, was pray.
We went with really basic health training (some more then others…I am on the ‘not so much’ side of the scale) but more importantly, we went with hearts that knew the love God has for these lovely sons and daughters.
I will keep this post short, and let the photos attempt to tell the rest!
Fearlessly Speak 