Monday, February 2, 2015
"Good-morning!" It is Monday. After a couple days of rain, it is so exciting to see the sunshine. We feel like getting a lot done this week. It feels like a lot of things are on the burner. It feels exciting.
We have a list of about 50 hernia patients who keep returning and asking us about when the hernia doctor will come. The bad news is that only about seven of them even have a chance to get surgery with Doctor Michael. That leaves us with another whole year of trying to give the people hope that one day a doctor will come, or else that they will never be helped. Each of these surgeries will probably cost about $300 American dollars if we can't find a team to do them.
We have a hospital about 1 and a half hours from here that can do these surgeries. We don't have any money to help that happen, so unless we can find some willing wallets somewhere else, we aren't sure what to do to help. It feels like we are a link in a chain that is broken. Or is God saying, "No, just rest in me. The medical is not important in this situation. Just speak to the dying souls."
Our mission director just keeps reminding us that unless we get some help somewhere, we can't even take some of our other waiting surgery patients out the trail to our big hospital this week. It feels like an impossiblility. But that is fine, if now is not the time. We basically wanted to inform our friends, so they can help us pray for wisdom. Money is not always the answer. But we do want to open up that possibility if that is what God is wanting us to do.
We have a little old man lying in our hospital right now, shaking with fever, ashen, and suffering from a deep bed sore. The pelvic bone is beginning to rot. What shall we do with him? There is about only one hospital that could help, and we don't know if they even can. But he is a soul, and we want to do what is right for him.
Thanks for walking through this with us.
Have a wonderful Monday. God bless you exactly where He has placed you to spread the Good News today.
Rhoda for the Ahlege team
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