Before we left for Singapore, Matt sent a couple of emails out to friends that we thought might have connections to people in Singapore. The morning after we arrived, my hospital room filled with strangers coming to offer Matt a place to stay, meals, transportation, internet. It was pretty amazing. At a time when I felt most vulnerable and scared, we had people surrounding us, being God's presence to us. We knew hundreds of people were praying for us. Somehow, in a hospital in a strange country, we felt taken care of and acutely aware of God's presence with us.
After a few weeks, the constant pain in my leg subsided, but it has never completely gone away. Through both of my pregnancies, I would regularly wake up with that leg cramping. When I exert my calf muscle, it aches and complains. It's a constant reminder of my limitations and of God's faithfulness. Sometimes I like to think of myself like Jacob, who wrestled with God and afterward walked with a limp.
|The Wees, who graciously hosted Matt during my hospital stay |
and me as well for the few days after I got out of the hospital
before we were cleared to travel back to Indonesia
Every time I try to run, I feel the catch in my leg. The pain always takes me back eight years and 10,000 miles to the hospital room where I wrestled with God. I asked why? and how? and what now?. Every time I feel the pain, I am reminded of the kindness of the nurses, the good doctors, and the countless strangers who heard we were in need and came to our aid.