Been travelin'. It's part of this life. I've had some good pizza and great coffee, even a bagel. Took a long shower and spoke lots of English. Came home late in the night with two little ones and a suitcase full of clothes covered in throw-up and worse... It always feels scary to pack up sick kids and leave the "civilized" world of plastic gloves, biohazard disposal boxes, blood tests and doctor-patient confidentiality. The hospitals in our city don't have sheets, thermometers, or food. They give shots and place IVs, but you have to go to the drugstore and buy the syringes first. They sanitize by sweeping, and the curtains are stained with old blood. But I have to remember that my hope is not in my culture and it's trappings, even its scientific knowledge. "The intelligence of the intelligent You will frustrate." Our hope is in God, and our earthly home is here. Here we rest, and we have friends who help us. Here we know where to find what we need to live. This place is a refuge to us now, and I feel I can help them heal here - by God's mercy. It's good to be home.
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