It is hard to believe Jason and I are coming to the end of this part of our journey. What accompanies my spirit is excitement for what God has ahead for us and sadness in leaving what has become so familiar and so comfortable behind.
It is hard to even wrap my mind around all that we have seen, all the lessons we have learned and all that God has become for us. It will take a great measure of time just to process it all.
The past few weeks have been absolutely amazing for exceptionally simple reasons. We have shared moments with people that cannot be recaptured and could not have been rehearsed. We have shared in the sadness of circumstances and also in the hopeful expectation of God's mercy revealed each day. We have become so acquainted with a pace of life that allows moments to be captured for what they are rather than what they could have been. We have learned to let go of our vision for success and accomplishment and embrace the vision God had placed in front of us all along. We have met people whose faith and commitment bring a humbling reality to my own faith and commitment to God.
What has struck my heart so deeply and has moved me to a new place of understanding are the people who serve out of their own brokenness and reach out into their wounded and bleeding communities. All too often, crowns are given to the ones who come from their comfortable lives to temporarily live and work to make a difference in a foreign land. Admiration is given where maybe it isn't truly due. The true heroes are the very people of Zimbabwe; the ones who live each day through the trauma of shattered economics and corrupt political systems. They are the ones who give out of their poverty to ones who have even less than they. These heroes are the object of so many ministries, yet more often than not, the ministers are the ones left inspired. The people of Zimbabwe have left a mark on our lives that can never be erased.
The three volunteers we have trained for the home-based care program live within their area of ministry. Their homes are small brick houses with cement floors, a toilet and only 2 small rooms. No shower, bath tub, private space or comforts of any kind. The water is filthy and the electricity is off the majority of the time. They have no transportation of their own. They eat 1 or 2 meals a day; the same meal everyday. They serve because their hearts are full of love and compassion for those who are sick and hurting. Their communities display endless need and they work day in and day out to better the lives of others. They are fearlessly devoted and give even when it hurts. They do all this with enthusiasm and a depth of joy that cannot be mistaken for anything else but the power and love of God in their lives.
We were recently told that "we give not because we are rich, but we are rich because we give". I believe this statement more closely reflects the lives of the people here. Their own sickness, hunger and poverty does not deter them from giving to ones whose needs are even greater. It is a stark contrast to having much and giving little. We don't need much to give much as Zimbabweans have shown us. We simply need to walk in obedience to the way of love and trust the God who supplies the lack.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
One victory at a time...
Some days welcome encouragement like rain in a time of drought. Jason and I had been going through a time of frustration as it didn’t seem ministry was progressing as quickly as we had hoped. Energy was running low and the little resources we had were shrinking quickly. Not to mention, things just happen very slowly in Zimbabwe.
We have been working for the last 6 weeks to set up a home based care program. Right now, our organization has few funds for this ministry, but we are seeing answers to prayer in that direction and trusting God to provide the lack. We need fuel, basic medical supplies, food and medicines in order to fully meet some basic physical needs of bedridden patients. We are trusting God for those things and believing in His provision.
We found 3 incredible local volunteers who will be running this program after we leave. They all live in the same area and will be visiting patients several times a week. Tuesday, we went to visit one of our patients. Honestly, Jason and I were blown away by this man’s progress in only a week, because truly, we didn’t give him the necessary physical supplies he desperately needed. We offered what we could, which was a donated wheelchair, so that maybe eventually he could attend church.
Last week, this patient could do nothing but lie in bed, and barely sit in a chair. His bed: blankets spread out on a hard cement floor. He had nausea, thrush, back and hip pain. He couldn’t bear weight on either of his feet as he was suffering severe neuropathic pain. He also is legally blind. We managed to transport him to a local clinic, where he received only the little assistance the clinic could offer; which was an antinausea med (that actually causes diarrhea), and some Tylenol.
After taking him home, I did some basic teaching on mouth care, muscle strengthening, and nausea management. We also encouraged the family to boil their water, as they had not been previously doing this. Jason, I, and our three wonderful, almost trained volunteers, did a bible study and prayed with him. We knew God could certainly meet this man’s needs. We knew God could bring healing and strength back to this man. He knew and believed it too. He has a great faith.
When we arrived on Tuesday, our patient was sitting in a chair, smiling and bright. He and his family informed us that he actually had been up walking. He denied any further back, hip and foot pain. His nausea was gone and he was eating fairly well. I call this a miracle. God is beyond amazing. He is able to meet needs when our human strength and resources run out.
I believe for both Jason and I, this was yet again, another reminder, that God does not need supplies to meet needs. His power is limitless and “all things are possible for those who believe.” Mark 9:23.
We have been working for the last 6 weeks to set up a home based care program. Right now, our organization has few funds for this ministry, but we are seeing answers to prayer in that direction and trusting God to provide the lack. We need fuel, basic medical supplies, food and medicines in order to fully meet some basic physical needs of bedridden patients. We are trusting God for those things and believing in His provision.
We found 3 incredible local volunteers who will be running this program after we leave. They all live in the same area and will be visiting patients several times a week. Tuesday, we went to visit one of our patients. Honestly, Jason and I were blown away by this man’s progress in only a week, because truly, we didn’t give him the necessary physical supplies he desperately needed. We offered what we could, which was a donated wheelchair, so that maybe eventually he could attend church.
Last week, this patient could do nothing but lie in bed, and barely sit in a chair. His bed: blankets spread out on a hard cement floor. He had nausea, thrush, back and hip pain. He couldn’t bear weight on either of his feet as he was suffering severe neuropathic pain. He also is legally blind. We managed to transport him to a local clinic, where he received only the little assistance the clinic could offer; which was an antinausea med (that actually causes diarrhea), and some Tylenol.
After taking him home, I did some basic teaching on mouth care, muscle strengthening, and nausea management. We also encouraged the family to boil their water, as they had not been previously doing this. Jason, I, and our three wonderful, almost trained volunteers, did a bible study and prayed with him. We knew God could certainly meet this man’s needs. We knew God could bring healing and strength back to this man. He knew and believed it too. He has a great faith.
When we arrived on Tuesday, our patient was sitting in a chair, smiling and bright. He and his family informed us that he actually had been up walking. He denied any further back, hip and foot pain. His nausea was gone and he was eating fairly well. I call this a miracle. God is beyond amazing. He is able to meet needs when our human strength and resources run out.
I believe for both Jason and I, this was yet again, another reminder, that God does not need supplies to meet needs. His power is limitless and “all things are possible for those who believe.” Mark 9:23.
Monday, October 27, 2008
The end of ourselves ...
We're at that point in the trip when enthusiasm has waned, when frustrations are piled on top of frustrations and it seems like nothing good is really happening. I have to be honest, we've talked about quitting a number of times. Usually after a particularly difficult day when we've been stranded at the house because transport is tied up elsewhere. Or after someone dies and we can only sit with the widow unable to really help with the grief and a very uncertain future. Things just don't work the way we want them to around here. We've been waiting for a phone line to be put in at the house since we arrived here. Still nothing. The need still seems so very, very big. But yesterday I felt God was telling me to stop striving so hard to see something change, but to rather trust that He is working in the midst of the chaos to produce change. It's bigger than me. Bigger than Ann, but not bigger than Him. We can push so hard, try with all our strength to impact the people around us that we actually end up pushing them away. We can become overly critical and discouraged, when we are the ones who aren't seeing what is really going on. And we've missed the real purpose we're here for. I have to trust that God will fill the gap between the end of my strength and abilities and the fulfillment of a need. So we'll persevere through boring weekends stuck at the house, through deaths and illness, hunger and despair. Because God was here before us, and will be here when we are gone. Always working, always comforting, always faithful.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
To remember a child
There have been several stories over the last few weeks that have gripped my heart; stories of life and stories of death; stories of successes and stories of failures; stories that leave the soul at peace and stories that haunt the soul forever. The following story will never leave my heart or mind. I cannot erase the images even if I wanted to, for this little one's life is too precious to be a forgotten one.
Last Wednesday, Jason and I spent the day at a nursing home visiting patients. Now, this home is primarily a nursing home for very ill adults. That day we learned a 9 year old boy was going to be admitted. He was HIV positive and his condition was listed as "failure to thrive secondary to severe malnutrition". Jason and I were busy attending to other patients as the nurses were busy admitting him. I caught a brief glimse of him. Small, scared, and almost lifeless. I also saw his family who had come to leave him and something unsettled in my spirit began to weigh on me. I had to look away, as my throat was tight from fighting back my instant reaction to cry.
After his admission, Jason and I got a chance to talk with the nurses and obtain his story. The little boy's name, I will call Tom (I feel it best to keep his name private). The family who had dropped him off was his aunt and uncle. Both of Tom's parents had died of AIDS. The reason Tom was brought to the care facility, was that he was too sick to care for at home and his aunt and uncle were working all day. He had a fever, thrush and nausea and he simply would not and could not eat. There was also no sufficient supplies to give him IV hydration, nutrition or antibiotics.
Tom was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked as if he was about 5 years old instead of 9. He could hardly support the weight of his small, emaciated body. He sat, staring at the floor and wore no expression on his face. A fly was buzzing around a small sore at the side of his mouth and he was too weak to notice or care. Jason and I went over and started talking to him. His eyes were on us, but they looked past any type of possible warmth or love we could offer. His stare was dead and hopeless. The nurse got him up to take him back to bed, and the grimace of suffering he displayed on his face, I will never forget. My throat was tight with pain. Jason and I followed the nurse to Tom's bed.
He lay there with his eyes closed; his body so small for such a large bed. We both held his hand and prayed. We prayed hard. I finally stopped fighting with my tears and just let them come. I didn't know what to do or how to pray or what to say. All I remember saying was, "please God, just help him, please". My words were stuck and my soul was wrestling and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Jason kept praying. After a few more minutes, Jason and I went outside, and I just sobbed. The pain and the suffering and the hopelessness that such a little person was enduring was absolutely wrong. All that seemed right was to see him living like a normal, happy little boy, who could go to school and run, play ball, eat ice cream, have campouts with his friends and family and grow up with health and strength and a beautiful future. Everything wrong and ugly held his life. It made me almost enraged.
Today, we went back. We hadn't been back for a week due to my own sickness and some other problems. My heart had been heavy for him all week. Today, we had brought some things for him and were eager to see if he had made any progress and if a miracle had happened. We sat in the office and got reports of patients who had died and ones who had gotten stronger and had been discharged. Nothing was mentioned of Tom. I almost hated to ask because I feared the answer would not be an easy one. I did, though. And, yes, the answer was far from easy and I felt like the wind was taken from me. Tom had died last Thursday, only 1 day after we had seen him. The nurses were able to obtain a little more information of his home life and by all appearances severe neglect was more or less the cause of his suffering. Little food was ever fed to him (in this case,not because it wasn't available) and he was watched on and off by a maid. Aunt and uncle were hardly involved as they both worked all day. Zimbabwe doesn't have adaquate social services to follow up on the case.
Sickening and unjust are the only two words that come to mind. The choices of adults determined the ruin of a life. This little boy was a victim of so much more than poor economics and lack of food. He was a victim of human selfishness to its ugly core. And, he was a victim of a preventable disease.
I wish I could give this story a happy ending. Unfortunately, Tom's is the story of others as well and an example of the grim reality of life and death. It is the reality that the choices we humans make effect far more than just ourselves. If it weren't for God in my life, I could easily make many of the same choices that so many do. I pray the choices I do make only serve to bring life to the innocent and helpless and not death and destruction.
Last Wednesday, Jason and I spent the day at a nursing home visiting patients. Now, this home is primarily a nursing home for very ill adults. That day we learned a 9 year old boy was going to be admitted. He was HIV positive and his condition was listed as "failure to thrive secondary to severe malnutrition". Jason and I were busy attending to other patients as the nurses were busy admitting him. I caught a brief glimse of him. Small, scared, and almost lifeless. I also saw his family who had come to leave him and something unsettled in my spirit began to weigh on me. I had to look away, as my throat was tight from fighting back my instant reaction to cry.
After his admission, Jason and I got a chance to talk with the nurses and obtain his story. The little boy's name, I will call Tom (I feel it best to keep his name private). The family who had dropped him off was his aunt and uncle. Both of Tom's parents had died of AIDS. The reason Tom was brought to the care facility, was that he was too sick to care for at home and his aunt and uncle were working all day. He had a fever, thrush and nausea and he simply would not and could not eat. There was also no sufficient supplies to give him IV hydration, nutrition or antibiotics.
Tom was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked as if he was about 5 years old instead of 9. He could hardly support the weight of his small, emaciated body. He sat, staring at the floor and wore no expression on his face. A fly was buzzing around a small sore at the side of his mouth and he was too weak to notice or care. Jason and I went over and started talking to him. His eyes were on us, but they looked past any type of possible warmth or love we could offer. His stare was dead and hopeless. The nurse got him up to take him back to bed, and the grimace of suffering he displayed on his face, I will never forget. My throat was tight with pain. Jason and I followed the nurse to Tom's bed.
He lay there with his eyes closed; his body so small for such a large bed. We both held his hand and prayed. We prayed hard. I finally stopped fighting with my tears and just let them come. I didn't know what to do or how to pray or what to say. All I remember saying was, "please God, just help him, please". My words were stuck and my soul was wrestling and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Jason kept praying. After a few more minutes, Jason and I went outside, and I just sobbed. The pain and the suffering and the hopelessness that such a little person was enduring was absolutely wrong. All that seemed right was to see him living like a normal, happy little boy, who could go to school and run, play ball, eat ice cream, have campouts with his friends and family and grow up with health and strength and a beautiful future. Everything wrong and ugly held his life. It made me almost enraged.
Today, we went back. We hadn't been back for a week due to my own sickness and some other problems. My heart had been heavy for him all week. Today, we had brought some things for him and were eager to see if he had made any progress and if a miracle had happened. We sat in the office and got reports of patients who had died and ones who had gotten stronger and had been discharged. Nothing was mentioned of Tom. I almost hated to ask because I feared the answer would not be an easy one. I did, though. And, yes, the answer was far from easy and I felt like the wind was taken from me. Tom had died last Thursday, only 1 day after we had seen him. The nurses were able to obtain a little more information of his home life and by all appearances severe neglect was more or less the cause of his suffering. Little food was ever fed to him (in this case,not because it wasn't available) and he was watched on and off by a maid. Aunt and uncle were hardly involved as they both worked all day. Zimbabwe doesn't have adaquate social services to follow up on the case.
Sickening and unjust are the only two words that come to mind. The choices of adults determined the ruin of a life. This little boy was a victim of so much more than poor economics and lack of food. He was a victim of human selfishness to its ugly core. And, he was a victim of a preventable disease.
I wish I could give this story a happy ending. Unfortunately, Tom's is the story of others as well and an example of the grim reality of life and death. It is the reality that the choices we humans make effect far more than just ourselves. If it weren't for God in my life, I could easily make many of the same choices that so many do. I pray the choices I do make only serve to bring life to the innocent and helpless and not death and destruction.
Monday, October 20, 2008
prayer request
This post is more of a prayer request than anything. It has been a rough week to say the least. Ministry has been extremely challenging for a dozen reasons. We have seen some truly heart-wrenching things that leave one almost speechless. I hope to write more on those things later.
Jason’s grandpa passed away yesterday, so as you can imagine, it is extremely difficult being so far away. Please be praying for strength and encouragement for us and for the family back home. We know God is good and faithful and He proves that to us every day.
I have also been pretty sick as well, but hopefully I am on the mend. This has been just as challenging emotionally for me as it has been physically, as we have so much left to complete in only a few short weeks. God knows. None of the circumstances we have faced come as a surprise to Him, and He continues to provide and prove faithful through each day.
There is so much to tell and so much yet to process. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post more later.
Blessings to you all. Thank you so much for all the encouragement.
Jason’s grandpa passed away yesterday, so as you can imagine, it is extremely difficult being so far away. Please be praying for strength and encouragement for us and for the family back home. We know God is good and faithful and He proves that to us every day.
I have also been pretty sick as well, but hopefully I am on the mend. This has been just as challenging emotionally for me as it has been physically, as we have so much left to complete in only a few short weeks. God knows. None of the circumstances we have faced come as a surprise to Him, and He continues to provide and prove faithful through each day.
There is so much to tell and so much yet to process. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post more later.
Blessings to you all. Thank you so much for all the encouragement.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Peace
I think as Christians/humans, we can really mistake a lack of peace in our hearts for something not being God's will. I think it is a good thing to really evaluate where that lack of peace comes from. Many times, I know for myself, I have related it more to my own fears and emotions. For example, I know God brought us here to Africa. Have I always felt excited and peaceful about it? Absolutely not. In fact, there are a lot of really rough days; days where I could easily get on a plane back home. But, I know that would be following how I feel for the day. Rather, I have to go against my feelings and stick it out because this was a door God opened for us and He made the way for us to walk through.
Doing something God has called you to, more often than not, is a battle and difficult and really hard. Sometimes a calling is simply an open door that God has put before you. He will give you the courage to walk through it despite the human emotions that are often contrary to the call. I think too, there is a difference between the peace of God and human peace. Human peace often rests on circumstances being good and lining up the way we like them. Human peace=a feeling of happiness, which is a state of being in relation to one's circumstances or happenings. Human peace is often merely a happy emotional state, when everything around a person is well. God's peace is a peace deep within the soul. It is a rest in midst of chaos. It isn't dependant on everything being good or happy. Honestly, emotionally, especially today, I don't feel peaceful. My circumstances are extremely frustrating and difficult. So, even though I am not humanly at peace, my soul is at rest and I have God's peace. I know despite my emotions, I am right where God wants me. It is really hard to explain. I hope you can follow me. I truly believe this is an important distinction God has clarified for me.
Doing something God has called you to, more often than not, is a battle and difficult and really hard. Sometimes a calling is simply an open door that God has put before you. He will give you the courage to walk through it despite the human emotions that are often contrary to the call. I think too, there is a difference between the peace of God and human peace. Human peace often rests on circumstances being good and lining up the way we like them. Human peace=a feeling of happiness, which is a state of being in relation to one's circumstances or happenings. Human peace is often merely a happy emotional state, when everything around a person is well. God's peace is a peace deep within the soul. It is a rest in midst of chaos. It isn't dependant on everything being good or happy. Honestly, emotionally, especially today, I don't feel peaceful. My circumstances are extremely frustrating and difficult. So, even though I am not humanly at peace, my soul is at rest and I have God's peace. I know despite my emotions, I am right where God wants me. It is really hard to explain. I hope you can follow me. I truly believe this is an important distinction God has clarified for me.
Life lessons
The lessons life teaches are quite amazing things and the way they are taught never quite come as imagined.
Before I left for Zimbabwe, one thing I had asked God to do in my life was to empty me of myself and to truly rid me of all that stood in the way of God being fully able to work. Now, don't misunderstand me here; God is fully capable of working with or without my cooperation, but there is much to be said for being "poured out like a drink offering" 2 Tim. 3:6. Ponder that for a brief moment. When water or fluid flows out, it has no control as to where it goes. Offering myself in such a way that I am yielding completely to the power and flow of God in my life, what can be accomplished is beyond the imagination.
What I have come to realize is that all of my skills and abilities, especially as a nurse, have been ripped out from under me. For the first time in my life, all that I have been trained to do and am capable of doing, I have literally, totally and completely been unable to perform. Why? One would have to come here and see to understand. It is almost beyond the point of explanation. I can assess and know what someone needs, but there is no way, at this point to meet that need. No money, little transport, no fuel, no food, no meds, no supplies. Nothing. I can't even write a check to churches we have been to visit. I can't repay the hospitality given to us by so many. I can do nothing in myself. I have nothing to offer people or God except myself and my prayers. I feel like a broken vessel, humanly incapable of doing anything and I feel stripped of myself and left bleeding. But, it doesn't stop there.
Jason read this to me this morning. He found it randomly in a book. It is by Alice Gray. It seemed perfectly fitting. "Mother Theresa attended a gathering with kings, and presidents, and statesmen from all over the world. They were there in their crowns and jewels and silks and Mother Theresa wore her sari held together by a safety pin. One of the nobleman spoke to her of her work with the poorest of the poor in Calcutta. He asked her if she didn't become discouraged because she saw so few successes in her ministry. Mother Theresa answered, 'No, I do not become discouraged. You see, God has not called me to a ministry of success. He has called me to a ministry of mercy' ".
God has been speaking this to my heart: "It is not about you or what you can offer people; it's about Me, what I can do, and the life and miracles I can offer. You think you trust me and think I do the work, but all along, it has been you that you are relying on. You asked for me to empty you. That's why I brought you to a place where nothing is humanly possible. So, start trusting Me and allowing Me to truly work. I will fill you with Me and not more of you". Hard and humbling and my prayer has certainly been answered, but not in the way I had anticipated.
So, what am I learning to do with this? Pray constantly. Trust in the God of miracles and that He is fully capable of multiplying the little that is here. I am realizing that sometimes all I can offer is compassion and mercy. God can do something beautiful with that and when it is all I have, it can be more than enough.
I will share a story I hope will bless you as much as it did me. We went to a home the other day to visit a young woman who is HIV positive. She has two young children. One of the children was a little girl about 2 years old. She didn't smile at all and it appeared that she was not feeling well. Apparently, she had a fever that day. They did not have money to take her to a clinic. I did not have children's tylenol to give them to help reduce the fever. All we could offer was prayer and that the power of the mighty God would touch her. When we went back to visit her the next day, the little girl came running out, smiling. The grandmother informed us that after we prayed, the little girl's fever was gone. Totally gone. She is well and happy. God didn't need children's tylenol. Who was I to think He did. Mercy and prayer was all we needed and a belief that God is true to His Word.
"Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us" Ephesians 3:20.
Before I left for Zimbabwe, one thing I had asked God to do in my life was to empty me of myself and to truly rid me of all that stood in the way of God being fully able to work. Now, don't misunderstand me here; God is fully capable of working with or without my cooperation, but there is much to be said for being "poured out like a drink offering" 2 Tim. 3:6. Ponder that for a brief moment. When water or fluid flows out, it has no control as to where it goes. Offering myself in such a way that I am yielding completely to the power and flow of God in my life, what can be accomplished is beyond the imagination.
What I have come to realize is that all of my skills and abilities, especially as a nurse, have been ripped out from under me. For the first time in my life, all that I have been trained to do and am capable of doing, I have literally, totally and completely been unable to perform. Why? One would have to come here and see to understand. It is almost beyond the point of explanation. I can assess and know what someone needs, but there is no way, at this point to meet that need. No money, little transport, no fuel, no food, no meds, no supplies. Nothing. I can't even write a check to churches we have been to visit. I can't repay the hospitality given to us by so many. I can do nothing in myself. I have nothing to offer people or God except myself and my prayers. I feel like a broken vessel, humanly incapable of doing anything and I feel stripped of myself and left bleeding. But, it doesn't stop there.
Jason read this to me this morning. He found it randomly in a book. It is by Alice Gray. It seemed perfectly fitting. "Mother Theresa attended a gathering with kings, and presidents, and statesmen from all over the world. They were there in their crowns and jewels and silks and Mother Theresa wore her sari held together by a safety pin. One of the nobleman spoke to her of her work with the poorest of the poor in Calcutta. He asked her if she didn't become discouraged because she saw so few successes in her ministry. Mother Theresa answered, 'No, I do not become discouraged. You see, God has not called me to a ministry of success. He has called me to a ministry of mercy' ".
God has been speaking this to my heart: "It is not about you or what you can offer people; it's about Me, what I can do, and the life and miracles I can offer. You think you trust me and think I do the work, but all along, it has been you that you are relying on. You asked for me to empty you. That's why I brought you to a place where nothing is humanly possible. So, start trusting Me and allowing Me to truly work. I will fill you with Me and not more of you". Hard and humbling and my prayer has certainly been answered, but not in the way I had anticipated.
So, what am I learning to do with this? Pray constantly. Trust in the God of miracles and that He is fully capable of multiplying the little that is here. I am realizing that sometimes all I can offer is compassion and mercy. God can do something beautiful with that and when it is all I have, it can be more than enough.
I will share a story I hope will bless you as much as it did me. We went to a home the other day to visit a young woman who is HIV positive. She has two young children. One of the children was a little girl about 2 years old. She didn't smile at all and it appeared that she was not feeling well. Apparently, she had a fever that day. They did not have money to take her to a clinic. I did not have children's tylenol to give them to help reduce the fever. All we could offer was prayer and that the power of the mighty God would touch her. When we went back to visit her the next day, the little girl came running out, smiling. The grandmother informed us that after we prayed, the little girl's fever was gone. Totally gone. She is well and happy. God didn't need children's tylenol. Who was I to think He did. Mercy and prayer was all we needed and a belief that God is true to His Word.
"Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us" Ephesians 3:20.
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