This week has been filled with a few unexpected bumps for Brent and me. I experienced my first earthquake in Virginia (a 5.8 magnitude!), felt the effects of hurricane Irene yesterday, and got a call from Brent this morning that he’s in a hospital in Bangalore
The good news? God is still on His throne, and THAT will never change.
We think that Brent has some kind of stomach bacteria, likely from something he ate. He started having pretty substantial stomach trouble a couple days ago and missed work on Thursday and Friday, but he had actually started feeling a bit better. Then it came back with a force in the middle of the night, so he went ahead to the doctor just to be on the safe side. I got tickled at him again and the way he describes stuff. When I asked him how he got to the hospital, he just stated matter of fact that he packed a bag (including some books to read since he anticipated a long stay) and walked himself to the ER. His calm and logical nature makes up for what I lack!
The hospital admitted him and is running some tests to see what’s going on. Blood tests and an ultrasound haven’t reveled anything, and they’ve scheduled a CT scan tomorrow (not sure what’s they’re checking for with that). They’re keeping him hydrated with fluids and have him on several antibiotics (he read me a list of almost 10 different things that mean nothing to me, but hopefully they’re making him better). I know that India
It’s really hard to be here and feel so helpless. I’m not a doctor and obviously can’t do anything for him, but a wife is the best person in the world to hold your hand and rub your head, and he’s not able to get that right now. But he’s had so many friends come and sit for hours with him at the hospital (I’m not sure he’s been alone since he was admitted), so I know he has good support. And it’s only a couple more days until I’ll be over there with him.
God calls me to trust him with everything, and I have to do that. It reminds me of the passage in John where Jesus is talking to His disciples. Many desert Him and say that His teachings are just too hard. When He asks the remaining disciples whether they’ll leave Him too, Simon Peter answers, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life” (John 6:68). When I’m feeling helpless or fearful about Brent being sick (or anything else for that matter), I have the option to seek comfort and wisdom from someone other than God. But where in the world else would I go besides to Jesus? He’s everything, and there is nowhere else that we could be safer, wiser, or more protected than under His wings. I like that.
Here’s what I’m praising God for today:
- Me and Ella are safe, and God spared our house during the crazy weather so that I wouldn’t have to deal with that alone right before I leave.
- My friends continue to amaze me with the love and support they offer me while I’m here alone (my sweet neighbors called me during the storm and asked if I wanted to come sit at the house with them in case I was scared – just amazing support!).
- Brent is in good hands at the hospital and has had friends sitting with him there almost constantly since he was admitted almost 2 days ago.
- I have a couple friends from church in the medical profession with multiple international experiences under their belt who are willing and able to help me decipher some of the news I’m getting from Brent so that I can understand what’s going on with him.
- The hospital served Brent jook to eat. This won’t mean much to most, but it’s a Chinese dish that his mom used to feed him when he was sick as a little kid (it’s a comfort food kind of like chicken noodle soup). That made me really happy to hear that they had given him that to eat. It’s a small, but very meaningful, blessing.
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