Emily mentioned the other day that several of her squad members had malaria and a few had typhoid, so her team was being tested for these before they finish their monthly ministry in Uganda..that was unsettling, but it happens..thankfully, they were fine. She had been vaccinated against typhoid and had been on malaria meds for a while, but precautions were taken anyway, just in case. Of course, I'm imagining her blood being drawn with a dirty needle, but she's already had the test, so what's done is done....and the all familiar fears creep into my mind. I begin to pray...
So today the team leaves their house in Uganda to get a couple of days of R&R before their debrief in Nairobi, Kenya and next assignment in Tanzania. They are ready for a change of scenery plus a little fun, so off they go to Jinja in Uganda for some bungeeing and white water rafting (class 5)! Again, I am fearful. What possesses people to jump off bridges tied to an elastic rope or ride through the roughest river water in the world, being tossed into the water and hurled into rocks...maybe I've read too many other blogs! I loved white water rafting the time I went, but I was in class 2 water...mild compared to this. So even on their off "fun" days, my fears take over, and I imagine the worse case scenarios.
The World Race is making me face my issues head on...I hate being out of control and unable to fix something or prevent something bad from happening. I hate being far away from my child and unable to jump on a plane to go help her. Once again, I'm reminded that she's much better off in God's hands than mine and I never was in control. She's an adult and has a free will to make choices. I place God back in His rightful place as Lord of all and in control of the universe (not that He ever left) and get down on my worn out knees to pray for health and safety and His will to be done...
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