Faith as a mustard seed...
The Lord truly doesn´t require much of us, as His children. He simply asks that we fully rely on Him, in every season of life. He doesn´t use the most talented, most equipped, and strongest individuals to run the race of faith, but the weak to confound the wisdom of this world. He doesn´t ask us to have it all together and He doesn´t tell us that in order to see miracles happen that we have to have faith the size of the universe. He simply tells us that with a little faith in Him, the size of a seemingly insignificant mustard seed, He can do GREAT things through us to move mountains in this world.
I´m not anything special, and my faith doesn´t even resemble a mustard seed... but my Loving Savior is growing me each day. While I thought just a couple of weeks ago, I was going through the thick of it, God is still up to something that I just can´t comprehend. I´m thankful, and I am rejoicing in His mercies... so much so that I sit back and truly giggle over His plans. 2 Fridays ago, which was NOT the 13th, I went to the hospital with Gabby. This Friday, after returning from town with Glenda due to a UTI, I rushed off in the evening with her sister Dania to the hospital as well. We were walking up to church and Dania began to complain of chest pain and trouble breathing. I foolishly played it off at first as I kept my eye on her to see if she was being dramatic or if it would grow in severity. I sat next to her in church and wrapped my arm around her as we sang, noting that it was a litlte too much for her to sing. After playing a special, I returned to my seat to see her progressively getting more emotional. When I couldnt calm her down and still keep appropriate church etiquette, I snuck outside with her and began breathing with her and trying to have her focus her eyes in mine. Nothing was working, and she was beginning to show signs of losing her strength and close to fainting. We progressed to seated position as I ran inside the church to ask Hermano Francis to carry her down the hill to the clinic. As he carried her in his arms, it was obvious that with each precious minute she was growing worse and worse. I sprinted up the hill to interrupt the service and ask for a ride to the hospital. When I got back to the clinic to get my needed files, Dania was gasping for air lying down in a bed on Christa´s side. We loaded her in Pastor Chungo´s pickup truck and as I held Dania in my arms, I just repeated myself over and over again ¨Keep breathing... Look at me... Calm down... Stay with me... Keep breathing... Look at me... Calm down... Stay with me
With those words, I was in deep prayer and decided to call Mrs. Sue Henriksen, my God send of a friend and Doctor, who faithfully helps me here all the time. With her recommendation, I changed the position of Dania´s head and began praying harder as it wasn´t looking good. Dania shortly after began vomiting, and with her head out of the window, I kept both hands on her... one on her chest and one on her back to feel for her breathing rate and her heart beat. After a bout of vomiting, and several convulsions that I thought were leading to more vomiting, I stopped feeling the movement of her chest. She went limp on me and wouldnt respond to my pleads to ´LOOK AT ME´ which she was doing very well earlier when she couldnt breathe well. I felt her carrotid and felt for breathe leaving her nose... nothing. I gave her a couple breathes mouth to mouth and she came back to me. From there, she stopped breathing one more time and didnt respond to my breaths so I started several chest compressions. Her breathing calmed down after coming back to me the second time, but it was obvious she was looking strength and couldnt sustain herself much longer. We were so very close to the hospital and I just kept talking to her, demanding her eyes to lock in to mine. The emergency room is nothing like the states. There is no jumping in to action, there is no registration, there´s nothing. We just barged right in and put her down on ONE of TWO chairs and waited for assistance. The oxygen tank was empty, and while they wheeled a new tank in, I began answering questions clinging to Dania´s hand. As the Doctor spoke with me, I took my eyes off Dania momentarily, and on my next glance she had stopped breathing again. The Doctor began chest compressions and Dania was back. Soon she was on oxygen, an EKG, and beginning to be able to talk and remember earlier events. From this whirlwind, we progressed into x rays, blood work, and an overnight stay to see if she would repeat the episode or stablize. The first night, Dania slept like a rock... but I woke up with every nurse that entered and every abnormal beaping I heard from her EKG. In the morning, we woke up to have morning devotions with a little book that I happened to have in my purse, about faith. We praised the Lord for the new day of life He gave us both, and began to giggle over the obstacles ahead... using a bed pan, only having television to occupy ourselves and one book, eating baby food, showering with an IV. In the morning, Glenda was able to catch a ride to the hospital and brought us changes of clothing and coloring supplies for Dania. We waited endlessly to see a Doctor about results. Nothing was seen overnight that caused concern in her EKG, but her bloodwork showed interesting levels of sodium and potassium...
The Doctor left the decision in my hands as to how to continue. I wanted the blood levels retested, so we stayed one more night. Dania was left on the IV of fluids, even though she was eating, and still had her oxygen levels monitored. Saturday, Hermana Maria expressed that she wanted me to come home and she would change with me to cover the night shift with Dania in the hospital. We changed out, and I headed home to ¨rest¨. Sunday morning, we got up super early as a family, getting breakfast and lunch ready so that I could head out and change shifts with Hermana Maria before church. My girls truly are learning how to love one another and function as a family... its such a blessing to see! Anyway, after returning to the hospital, the Doctor visited in the morning to say that her blood levels were back to normal. He recommended brain scans and even seeing a psycologist... but I don´t believe his recommendations are accurate. We left the hospital at 11 AM, and took a bus home to the bus stop. Dania threw up on the bus, but was only weak from the events at hand. We walked home to the property, hand in hand, praising the Lord for being out of that hospital. She has not showed any signs of concern, but we are prayerful for wisdom and readiness if she would happen to have what we think to be an acute asthma attack again.
Upon return, there was no rest. I hopped right back in to the mess of it, and while I was anticipating a nice day of hard work on Monday, getting back into my groover of sweeping, mopping, cooking, grinding corn, sweating, etc... I got a request in the morning to visit a neighboring town that was hosting a medical group that needed translators. The work is endless here, and while I didnt honestly want to go, the Lord is faithful to equip us and ready us for the tasks at hand.
I have small faith... but in a BIG God, who works through me to move mountains! Here´s to many more mountains!
Thank you for taking the time to visit my humble blog; it's not much, but it's a place for me to share the ways the Lord is directing, leading, and teaching me to those I love most. The destination is Esperancita, Honduras... a small town in the tropical countryside of Honduras, where God has led me to a mission field of orphaned children who have stollen my heart. The mission is this... to share the love of my Savior Jesus Christ in every way, and every day with these precious children. Esperancita translates to "little hope" in English, and yet I have no small hope for what the Lord can accomplish through my life, and through the lives of these children. I chose to title the blog "El Mayor Amor" (The Greatest Love), because I know the greatest Love quite personally. I love Him, because He first loved me! And, as the Bible commands, I seek to share that all-too-wonderful love with the children to whom the Lord has led me. As I aim to raise these children in the ways of the Lord, and assist with their most basic of needs (physical) and even their most complex of needs (love), please pray for me; That the love of my Savior would shine through my every action, and every deed... that in this area of "little hope" I could demonstrate the "greatest love" that points directly to Christ!