Cultural experiences can be a challenge when you have no choice but to participate in them. Oftentimes it's a language barrier while shopping or a misunderstanding while eating--like asking why a roll of TP is on the table (they're your napkins, silly foreigner!) But when you need to stop and take that dreaded trip to the hospital with your child, knowing she isn't okay, that's when "cultural experiences" aren't too fun.
My neighbor and I rushed Juniper to the hospital on Tuesday to find out a nasty bacterial infection was making its home in her stomach and intestines.
No thanks.
I don't want to be a million miles away right now or have to translate in my head while my child is hurting. And please don't tell me we have to stay here a night or two or more....
Juniper gasps for air while vomiting, she looks at me and asks me to pray.
It stops my negative thinking and I grab her tiny, pale hand. I remember Jesus is here with us in Thailand, to thank Him we had this hospital down the road. I look up and there is our neighbor; I thank Jesus for her. I also thanked Him for yet another opportunity to trust Him with all I have.
Our neighbor/Thai grandma is amazing. She stayed with Juniper and I for hours. |
A visit from Dad helped to perk up the sick girl. |
Less than 24 hours later, Juni was taking off down the hall to see her "friends". |