Lately, as we tackled issues of our wills, appointing executors and guardians of our children in case of our sudden demise, all as part of our preparation in relocating for missions, we ran through the scenario of what would happen if something untoward happened to us in the mission field.
We realized we’d left something important out- who would fly in to Tanzania to pick our kids up back to Singapore in the event both Cliff and I died?
As painful as it is to think about, I am learning how necessary it is to pray for a person or two who would be willing to do so.
This is probably my least favorite part of missions- doing due diligence in preparing for the worst case scenarios like preparing our wills and emergency evacuation plans… and balancing that with trusting the Lord with our lives.
The truth is— over here, any medical issue I encounter is a call or text away from the help I need. I get to see a subspecialist first thing tmrw morning 10 minutes away because of a complication today. But what about when we’re in the field?
I remember when my then 2-year old had severe eczema and we drove to a specialist two hours away for care only to be spurned with rolled eyes…
And I think to myself, to bask in the gratitude of what we have now, and shore up the trust we need in God for the future.
As much as I hope I’ll get to spend as many years as I can with you, I hope our lives will count for something you’ll be proud of when we return to the Lord, even if it’s before the time you wished for.