rocking the boat.

Sometimes, when everything seems to be going so well, things happen to rock the boat.  It's smooth sailing, and suddenly a storm comes and you wonder if you will see the other side of it.

I've got two more months here, and then I will be on my way back home.  I'll be there for a few months, trying to raise the support and get a visa to come back.  But that's not the point of this post.  While I've been looking forward to going home and seeing my family, I am ok with the amount of time I have left here.  I have things to finish up, places to go, people to see, and I'm looking forward to all of that.  I've been happy stay here for two more months: until yesterday.

Yesterday was when the storm came.  It is already calming down, but it seriously rocked the boat and made me wish I was back home already.  It made me wish that I wasn't separated from the people I love the most by an ocean.  It made me wish I had money for a plane ticket (or a TARDIS, I'm not picky) and could drop everything and run to see the people I love.  It made me wish that I was not here.

My Dad was supposed to have a surgery that was pretty routine, just supposed to last for a half hour or so, to clean out his sinuses.  Four hours later the doctor came out and told my mom his airways had collapsed and they had to do an emergency tracheotomy. He is doing better now, still with a trach and still in ICU, but stable and the doctor wants to attempt the surgery again tomorrow.

I was just so shocked: this was not supposed to happen.  He was not supposed to almost die.  The surgery was supposed to happen quickly to fix a problem, not cause more problems.  The storm was so sudden and came out of nowhere, and I am so far away, that yesterday was hard to handle.

When He got into the boat, His disciples followed Him. And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves... (Matt 8:23-24)


Being fishermen, I'm sure they knew that storms could brew up at any time, but they probably didn't know there was going to be a storm that day.  They just followed Jesus.  When the storm came, out of nowhere, they were afraid. But Jesus was with them.  He calmed the wind and the waves with just a few words, and quicker than it began, the storm was gone.


I guess the point of all this is, that I know Jesus is with me.  I know He is with my family, and He holds us in the palm of His hand.  People are praying, and God is moving. Every time I worry, I try and turn it to prayer. I try not to waste energy worrying about things that I cannot change.


So, if you remember us, could you lift us up in prayer?  The waves are still a little choppy.