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Unnecessary Roughness

Four nights ago Lori had begun feeling sick so we were laying low for the evening. We had a wedding recently and a new family was moving into our village which meant building a new home, so there had been a lot of things going on. When big events like that are happening there are many more social gatherings, meals and tea. While we were lying low for the evening we suddenly heard a loud rumbling. Down the hill from us we heard dozens of voices screaming in what was obviously quite an argument.

Minutes later a young man came running up to our home saying "Get your truck ready, you have to go to the emergency clinic". I ran inside to get my keys and came out to see four men carrying another man who was drifting between crying and unconsciousness with blood all over his head.

We loaded him into our truck and I left with he and his two brothers. I had no idea where I was going, it had just gotten dark and was pouring rain. As we drove we had to scream at the man with the head wound to keep him awake. About 15 minutes heading out of town we came to a clinic and brought him in. Once he was in the emergency techs hands I tried to find out what had happened. All I could figure out was that he had been hit with something harder than a stick but less than a machete.

Lori had an entire other set of worries. She went from a restful evening to having her husband drive off with a bloody man going who knows where or when he would return and everyone coming to her home to decompress. She learned that somehow the fight had begun when a child who had been acting up all day threw a piece of fruit. Somehow from that there erupted a fight and the injury we had seen. Her reaction was to go to our pastor and to say (in her broken Akha) "Tell them NOT to HIT".

The injury was stitched up, morphine was given for his pain and other medicine as well as instruction to care for the concussion. We returned and went to the home to pray for the peace of the family who was there and the incident faded away.

It's apparently not uncommon. So many people with so many wounds and no way to release them. There is so much council needed and healing in order to begin a change from hatred and fear to love. It was a real shock for us, and we covet your prayers as we continue deeper and deeper into the Akha culture and the lives of the men and women God has brought us to.

We're getting familiar with this place...

It's a little upsetting that this makes two blogs in a row... we have a lot of things to share and I will be working on them today, but first we would like to get a prayer request out. We are back in the familiar environment of Kasemrad Sriburin General Hospital. Two days ago Lori had what we thought was a bladder infection but after she got a fever we came down to Chiang Rai to get her checked out. We learned that she has a kidney infection and she has been admitted for treatment. The fever broke this morning and she is improving but the Doctor wants us to stay for at least one more night. Please keep praying for us and especially for health. There is a lot going on in our village right now and the stresses of new culture, new language and just attacks from the enemy are rough on our bodies. The care in the hospital is wonderful (although Lori has gotten so good at "caring for the sick" that she is struggling a little bit in being cared for) and the rest is good.

Sorry about the lack of contact, we are working on a way to get an internet connection in Mae Salong so we can update you all a little more often. We are praying over a number of decisions right now as we settle more and more into Northern Thailand. I will be writing more posts today to let you all know everything that's been going on but now it's back up to our little apartment on the fourth floor to see how Lori is doing.

Thanks for all your prayers! Lori would love to hear your encouragement if you want to email her.

Tonsilitis in Thailand...

Last Tuesday morning Paul woke with a sore throat. We were in the village and so he spent most of the day inside resting. Unfortunately, by 7:00 that evening, he had developed a fever of 102°. I gave him some ibuprofen thinking that it would take care of it, but when 45 minutes had passed and his fever had risen to 102.5°, I began to be worried. Luckily, I was able to call friends in Chiang Rai who advised me to do anything and everything to keep that temperature down. So in several minutes, my poor shivering husband found himself lying under wet sheets with his feet in a bucket of ice water and a fan blasting at full speed! Well, needless to say that night was a long one! The fever never broke, so at 6:00 the next morning we set out on the two hour drive to Chiang Rai. By 9:00 we were in the emergency room at a local hospital. By then his fever had risen to 103°. When the doctor looked at this throat she was visibly shocked! Of course we were expecting the worst, so we were somewhat relieved when the doctor said that he had a severe case of tonsillitis. At least we knew what it was!

He was admitted immediately and they started him on an I.V. The hospital was excellent! The nurses were very sweet and despite the language barriers, Paul felt very well cared for. Our room had a couch, so that I could stay and keep Paul company. We even had a small fridge, to store Popsicles for the sick guy. For the first day or so Paul was pretty much out of it; that fever really took a toll on his body! But after he began to recover a little, we set up our laptop and were able to watch a few movies to stay entertained.

He was released on Saturday morning (after three nights) and he's now recovering well at home! We are so grateful for God's provision through this entire process! It made us think about how easy our lives are compared to the lives of missionaries 50 years ago. Back then you had to hike for days to get in and out of the villages. Something like tonsillitis could have been deadly.

Well, we will be heading back up to the village in a day or so. Please continue to pray for Paul's quick recovery and for continued health for both of us! On the 19th, we'll be heading down to Chiang Mai to bring a little boy named A-Wa, from our village to a special school for the hearing impaired. Please pray for safe travels and for a special comfort as he adjusts to life away from his family and village. Many blessings!

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