I returned to the
Thankfully I had been able to catch a couple of hours of sleep on one of the flights, and the bright
I also had a great CD of worship music, compiled by my friend Erin. I was thinking about the previous weeks and what it means to be in this new career, which I variously describe as:
- Missionary
- Medical missionary
- Facilitator of community health and development
- Leaving clinical practice to teach prevention and holistic health
While fueling in
- The flat was pointed out to me before the wheel was ruined
- I was in a city
- I was at a gas station where I could add enough air to get to the repair place without having to change to the spare tire
- A repair shop was open on a Sunday
- I had a cell phone to make the calls to AAA and to my friends to say I would be late
- It wasn’t super-hot (only 98 degrees)
- I was still feeling really quite awake.
I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself for having been up for 35 hours or really needing a shower or for getting a flat tire or for having to give money to a Wal*Mart. I was truly thankful. Now, maybe I was just in a state of exhaustion. Or maybe I really am beginning to learn to trust God.
In August I got together with
Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances.