Saturday, June 27, 2015

“Dear Jesus, Please Help Mommy Eat Food!” More Tales from the Mountaintops and Valleys Below

Again, we returned to the village. Christmas was now approaching. Kunti left to spend it with family in Kathmandu. Our dear British friend Molly Heath came to spend Christmas with us. She was a great help and joy. It was a wonderful time as we hung Christmas cards on a stretch of string across the kitchen. As our Tharu friends came in and asked about this, we were discuss the birth of Jesus and how God chose to send His Son to earth to share His love and a way to receive forgiveness for all the wrongs we’ve done.

But then, “Christmas morning Bill took one of Kissan’s sisters, Hatani, to the hospital. We feared for her life. She had a huge abscess in her stomach that was out of control. At the hospital, they drained it and dressed it and we all returned home. For the next week I gave her daily penicillin shots and changed the dressings. The Lord truly healed it fast. We told them that Jesus did it.”

After Molly left, I wrote, “I am enjoying serving people, writing letters and being a mommy.” During this time I began a two day fast. Jon asked to pray at breakfast and all he said was, “Dear Jesus, please help mommy eat food!” The two day fast opened my heart to hear Him and not fear for the future, and to leave the rest to Him. Little did I know how much I would need that assurance into our future years.

After what we thought would be a short trip to Kathmandu, we finally made it back to the village by the end of February.  Bill had his wisdom teeth out and developed a bad infection…another long story of delays and God’s goodness.

When we arrived, we found that our landlord, whose house was about 15 feet in front of ours, had taken a second, younger wife. After ten kids with his first wife, he wanted a second. They both lived in the same small house. Tharu women are not shy, and the contention and arguing were daily and loud. Months later our landlord moved his new wife to her own house in a village across the river.

Even though we learned that a second wife wasn’t unusual, I found my heart in tears of compassion for them, longing for them to know the love and fulfillment of Jesus. It was joy to us to one day hear them singing songs about Jesus. Kunti was teaching them all she knew about Him.

For those of you who like floor plans, here’s what our house was like from our collected memories. It's not correct dimensions, but the size of the house was about 16 x 20 feet (about 320 square feet for each floor), so you'll have to use your imagination to see how it really all fit!

Downstairs

Upstairs
On another note, Bill and I had wanted a large family, like our Tharu friends had, but during the next year I had several miscarriages. This was hard physically and emotionally as we waited for Father to reveal His plan.

Meanwhile, we enjoyed our two energetic kids. Our village backyard was fenced in so the kids had a measure of protection from hurting themselves. Of course that didn’t stop the elephants from munching on the other side of the fence and providing entertainment for the kids.


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