Well, today I’ll be literally driving along a ledge, the spectacular mountain road that leads out of Bundibugyo. The kids and team and I are heading out, we will all meet up with our Sudan returnees at a small lodge on the edge of the national park about five hours away, for a long weekend together. Last night when I was struggling to load the car with trunks and camping equipment, and we heard hissing air from a tire, so I was rushing to get it parked on cement to make changing a tire easier and ran over a bike left on the ground . . .Jack’s, which he uses to avoid walking on his heels . . .well, it was a low point, being eaten by evening insects with a half packed truck, a broken bike, and what I thought was a flat tire, in a day in which four patients (!!) had died. In short, I keep thinking about the edge, and the path was seeming rather narrow. But Caleb says the bike is probably fixable, we tightened the cap on the tube of the tire (it would have been the fourth flat this week) and as of this morning it is holding, the kids got the tarp over the mountain of stuff and after prayers and dinner we were all more calm. Pray for us to rest, in the wild wonder of God’s creation as we visit the park, to get a bigger picture than our daily struggles.
PS Check out the Macha’s blog: Nancy’s tumor has shrunk, so that is encouraging news!
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