Skip to main content

Winning a Losing Battle

Exodus 17:10-13
So Joshua did what Moses had commanded and fought the army of Amalek. Meanwhile, Moses, Aaron, and Hur climbed to the top of a nearby hill. As as Moses held up the staff in his hand, the Israelites had the advantage. But whenever he dropped his hand, the Amalekites gained the advantage. Moses' arms soon became so tired he could not longer hold them up. So Aaron and Hur found a stone for him to sit on. Then they stood on each side of Moses holding up his hands. So his hands held steady until sunset. As a result, Joshua overwhelmed the army of Amalek in battle. 

The other day, as I was giving Jasmine her scheduled tube feeding of yogurt and  protein, my arms grew increasingly numb and tingly as I held up the syringe high in the air to allow the feeding to drain down the tube.  As I was watching the ventilator give Jasmine her every breath, my tired arms reminded me of the story of Moses in Exodus. As long as he held his arms up before the Lord, the Israelite army was winning, if he put them down, the army was losing. 
We hospital staff have been fighting a losing battle. Jasmine was dying and SHOULD have died. With every small victory, came another battle. We are STILL fighting. But thanks to you all tirelessly holding your hands up before the Lord in prayer, we are winning. God is good! 
Jasmine has been awake and off of the ventilator for 5 days now but she is still very sick and needs one on one constant care.  Continue to pray for Jasmine's lungs to heal, the severe joint paint from the dengue fever to be gone, that her appetite will return, and she will regain her muscle strength to get out of bed and play her favorite game of soccer again. 
So as you all keep your tired hands steady, we will keep fighting!
Jasmine with her dad who has slept on a bench outside of her hospital room for 3 weeks

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Five Letter Word

"Quiet" ... My mere utterance of this taboo word in the hospital brings scolding from who ever hears it.  The thought being that the word being spoken aloud will bring a return of the craziness. The hospital is QUIET! For several weeks now, the hospital has been in a tranquil state. Clinic has been running as usual every week day with the emergency room and labor ward being open around the clock. But it has been quiet! No traumas, critically ill patients, or babies on ventilators for weeks now.  We are so thankful that God has given us some time of tranquility to rest. To rest physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually and to recover from six really difficult months. The tranquility has brought time to slow down, to enjoy time in the Word, to make cookies, to spend time with friends in the village, to get away for the weekend, to paddle out to the reef and enjoy the beauty of God's creation. Time to stop and watch in the hospital hallway as a young amputee walked...

Stranger Things Have Happened

 As several other single missionary women and I were sitting at the hospital bus stop waiting for the church van to pick us up this morning, we started talking about culture. I am not entirely sure of what started the conversation but Julie said, "Sometimes I feel like as an American I don't really have culture." "Sure you have culture!" exclaimed Annie, "You have a very mixed culture. An American culture. Americans are very independent, value their individuality and privacy, have high expectations, and very success driven."   We went on to talk about the difference in American versus Honduran culture. Hondurans are very dependent on each other as a family unit and there is no such thing as privacy. Everyone knows everything about everyone even without Facebook. As a Honduran, if you are admitted in the hospital, everyone in your community knows you are there and what is wrong with you even if they don't personally know you. You might  even get...

The Fight For Life

      Some days are harder than others. Some days are full of patients that are here for routine operations such as having their gallbladder removed or come in for stitches in their cut finger. These are the good days, when we can laugh with the patient and make lighthearted conversation. And then there are hard days, when it seems like every patient is very ill and needing a lot of attention. Those days can bring lots of talks with patients about death, the life thereafter, and sweet discussions about God. Sometimes these patients are children such as baby Isaac who was brought in from our Children's home due to severe respiratory distress just yesterday. We thought for sure that he was going to die. We fought to give him his every breath. If he stopped breathing, he was going to die as we do not have a ventilator small enough to support his tiny lungs. It's so hard to watch a baby struggle. His tiny chest collapsing with every breath. With a lot of IV fluids and some de...