...Show me life
Bigger than I've known
I want to feel more then alive
Show me love
Beautiful & true
Change the old to new inside
Show me life...
Addison Road - Show me life.
Teresa & Esme are now in the Gobi Desert to learn, to play, encourage, & rest with friends (3 single women serving Mongolians) who live there. I can't help but think of Esme's education & Teresa's gift of encouragement. Esme will be living in a Mongolian ger, meeting with, talking to Mongolians in Mongolian (she is studying), eating their food & will be riding horses, camels & maybe a Yak. Teresa brought real cheese, coffee (both don't exist in the countryside), & some other small gifts. Teresa will play games, cook, laugh, cry & share life with these 3 ladies who live in Gobi. It can be very lonely & they said that coming to visit is worth more than gifts. It's a gift that Teresa & Esme are able to support & encourage these ladies in this way. Thank-you.
Kiel is in school right now & he is so excited that mum & Esme are having girlie time in the desert & that he & I are going to have a whole week of father son guy time. It is such a gift to have time together as we live life here.
I visited the hospice again this week. The nurses & doctors were so excited to see me again. The 1st thing I noticed was that all 4 of the clients/patients I met with, talked to & prayed with 2 weeks ago were gone. All 4 of them died. That is the hard reality of a hospice here. When you enter you know that you will not leave alive.
I met with 2 new clients & they both were in a lot of pain, 1 lady was moaning loudly & couldn't sit still because of the pain she was in. She was in her 40's & her husband was sitting at the end of the bed trying to comfort her. Her parents were sitting on another bed in the room. The family asked me to sit with Chimik & to please pray for her. To be honest it is the scariest thing when I am in this type of situation. You are with deeply hurting people & words are insufficient. Being with speaks more. When I finished praying Chimik's pain had subsided enough for her to lay still on her bed. The family thanked me & then I left to go see the other lady in great pain.
The other lady was laying motionless in her bed & could only whisper. I talked to her for a few minutes in Mongolian. She kept trying to talk to me in Russian, but I told her a few times she needed to talk in Mongolian. I only clearly understood 50% of what she was saying & the other 50% put together the words that I understood & got the main point of what she was saying. She asked me to pray for her & I did. She whispered "thank-you to me" & I told her that I would see her next week. But when I looked into her eyes I knew that she didn't think we would meet again.