Field Health

Sorry for the long delay on blog posts. I blame Louise ;) Regardless, I am back and ready to keep you all updated on our training in preparing for tribal missions.

The number one strangest question we get asked when we tell people that we are moving our family to a tribal location in order to share the gospel with people who have never heard the name of Jesus before is, “Are you taking your kids with you?” to which I kindly and confidently respond, “Heck ya they are going to have the time of their lives!”

Don’t worry if you have asked us this question before, I totally get it. Moving to the jungle is abnormal, out of the ordinary, different, unknown and intimidating. I am the first one to know this. But for David and I we have counted the costs. We know what Christ has called us to do as followers according to His word and thus we confidently and joyfully lay down the life here in the states to go where comfort is not as common.

A couple months ago we went through a class called field health. The class offered us great information about vaccinations, malaria, stress, infections, wound care, how to figure out what medicine is needed, first aid, and tons more.

During class lectures some of the discussions left all of us students in a nervous laughter. For instance what to do when you are bitten by a venomous snake.

Immobilize the bitten area! CHECK!

Apply pressure with an ace bandage! CHECK!

Now wait for further medical help… WHAT?

My next question after this sweet little answer was what does, “wait for medical help,” really look like? In a jungle setting we all know that medical help is easily hours if not a day away and a deadly snake bite can easily be lethal within hours. So there seemed to be a disconnect. We soon found out what that missing link was.

See the first thing you have to do with an injury or illness in the jungle is pray. Sure apply pressure, remove the impelled object if its in a limb, splint up the broken bone, lance the boil ect. But the main ingredient to any injury on the field has to be prayer and then prepare to be patient and, “wait for further medical help.”

For an impatient girl like me this whole waiting aspect makes me a little nervous. Especially since in our current culture we can get medical aid quicker than we can order a burger from In & out. Mmmm In & out!

But this is the thing. We are not guaranteed safety here in the states either. How many of you, like myself, have lost someone dear to a sudden and tragic accident that no advanced medical team could save? How many times have we seen loved ones suffer under the weight of cancer and once again no advanced medical team could save?

I have to remind myself daily of who is the one in control here and how big, how excellent, how powerful I truly believe He is.

Do I think that staying here in the states somehow garners me an 80 years of full life with no pain? Do I believe that I have more control over my children’s lives here as opposed to being in Papua New Guinea? If I do believe those things I am severely mistaken. God is in control. He planning is perfect, His timing impeccable, His providence is flawless, His power is magnificent. And because of Him we can Go, Share, Build without fear of “wait for further medical help.”