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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Just When I Thought It Couln’t Get Any Busier
The exact same day that the main nurse left to work for the government, three doctors came to help in the hospital. I love when God provides like that! There are two from the Congo and one (An American) that has been in Tchad for 7 years now. He is a surgeon so all of the surgeries that we were being postponed came back. It has been a hectic two weeks. I have not gotten the sleep I’ve wanted, but I have had experiences to fill it. It has been a little hilarious talking to the Congo doctors. They are not married so you can imagine how they would act toward Caitlin and I, single as well! They also don’t know very much English as well. The first day I met Dr. Roger, he started talking about learning English. I was expecting him to ask me to set a day apart to teach him English. I was just about to say, “Yeah, I can help you. When Do you want to meet?” Instead, he asked me to marry him! He asked me like it was just a favor that he wanted. Don’t worry America, I’m not going to marry someone just so they can learn English!:) I think I’m smarter than that. It seems that the other Doctor has a little crush on Caitlin as well. Now that Caitlin has malaria, the other doctor asks about her all the time. I just tell him that she is sick and can’t come to work. He looks so depressed. The other day I had to say it… “Tu ‘iam Caitlin!” (You love Caitlin!). Anyway… lots of fun.
One day when we were in surgery, Caitlin was trying to learn as much as she could about the man coming into surgery. She asked the question “Is this man circumcised?” The reply didn’t come back from the surgeon but Dr. Solomon, the man who likes Caitlin. Now remember… he doesn’t speak English very well. He turned to her and said “Do you like that?” I think it has been 4 or 5 days since that happened and I still have bursts of laughter. I’m not sure he knew what he was saying.
Lets get down to some medical business now. As I said before, it has been extremely busy in the last two weeks. I have done more in these two weeks than I have this whole month I think. We have done many surgeries. I have helped with many surgeries. 2 appendicitis, prostate, 2 hernias, hysterectomy, bisectomy, removing cysts, and more. I was ecstatic to see these surgeries. The general doctors from the congo are not surgeons, so helping James has been a learning experience. He tolerates them? there are times when they are not doing their job right, and James gets frustrated, understandable. It has been crazy watching the surgeries because our instruments are so dull! They try to cut a suture and they have to try two times to cut it. We need supplies! We are getting by though. I am the person who helps Ganava during surgery. Both him and I are the people who aren’t sterile. We run around getting things that the doctor needs. Our job is to prepare the patient for surgery, putting a blood pressure cough around the patients arm as well as oxygen. Then after giving the IV and starting the fluids, we prepare the medications such as getting the Epinepherine, Saline, and the blood bags. During surgery we are the ones who keep the patient alive. If her blood pressure goes down, we add more fluids, if she looses oxygen, we open her airway. Its pretty nice because we get to see and be apart of the surgery without worrying about touching anything that’s not sterile. We also give the surgeon sutures and irrigation when he needs it. When the patient is done with surgery, we clean up! (That’s always the most fun!!!…).
I have learned a lot about surgery lately. One day for some reason, one of the congo doctors didn’t show up. He asked if I wanted to scrub in. What do you think I said??? OF COURSE! I got ready and got to help with an appendicitis surgery. I held the tongs in place and helped with suctioning out the excess blood and liquid. This woman had typhoid so from the moment we operated on her; there was typhoid fluid everywhere! At the end of the surgery when James was suturing up the opening, he handed me the sutures and said, “Go for it!” I had never sutured anything in my entire life, and now I was about to suture someone’s abdomen! I took those sutures with confidence and sutured away… James was talking me through it of course. I know he reads this blog so, thanks for that experience James, it was exciting?.
Last Friday I accepted an invitation to preach at the church for vespers. Preparing took up a lot of my mind. I was very absent-minded most of the time because I wanted to share with this village the importance of keeping God in focus! Of course, when Friday night came, my stomach started hurting because I was nervous. I prayed that God would calm my nerves. I had peace throughout the whole sermon! You might think that I preached in French… sorry, I’m not that good yet? I didn’t know that when I got up to the podium that the church wanted translations from English to French, and from French to Mafa. James was gracious enough to come and help. He is the only one who knows English perfectly. Thank God he was here! So, my sermon was translated into two different languages. It went really well, and God blessed! What made it even better is that I finally had a traditional outfit made for me! I wore it just for that night! I am for sure African now!
I’m not lying about being African now. I know that I get cold in America, but getting cold in Africa… that is just wussie style! Well, I do wear sweaters at night, meanwhile thinking, “How am I going to survive in America!”
I didn’t have a lot of sleep this weekend. After I preached, my father called asking me to get on the Internet in the morning. That is easy to say but very hard to do here. I spend almost the whole night trying to get on the Internet after borrowing a friends computer stick. It was midnight by the time I went to sleep and I had to wake up at 4:45 am to talk to my church family! The Internet failed and all my hard all night long work went down the drain, but it was worth it because I got to talk to my church! I wish I could have seen everyone? Dr. James offered me an opportunity to fly back with him and work at the hospital he is working at in Tchad. He told me about some missionaries there and I know one of them! Emily Wilkins!!! I was planning on going for Christmas to see them, but I heard, unfortunately, that Emily as well as a couple others opened up a pressure cooker and got pretty badly burned. Please pray for them as they head back to America soon. I would have loved to see them, but now I don’t think it is possible.
Well, this is the latest of what my life has been like here in Africa. I’m waiting impatiently to see my mother and Diane soon! I wish I could see everyone. Have a happy holiday season and keep Caitlin and I in your prayers as we continue to follow in God’s leading here in Koza. I am amazed at how many people he has brought me to. I now sometimes speak a little Mafa to the patients because that is the only language they know. It is incredible to know that I can communicate and be compassionate with patients that I don’t even know two words of what I’m saying. They just love me for the simple fact that I am caring for them. Well, I’m thinking of home during this season, but its really tough to keep in mind that it is Christmas time when it is so hot during the day. Caitlin and I pasted a Christmas tree on our wall with construction paper. It even has little paper ornaments!
Ps. The child who I helped deliver and whose mother almost died of blood loss (the one I gave my blood to)… He has pustules all over his body and my job is to clean him three times a day. I call him Bill? I am trying to teach the family how to take care of him. I’m afraid that he is going to die because all of her children have died after a few days… He is a miracle child!
Posted by Elissa

Hello Friends,
This message is from my friend Dr. Appel who is visiting Koza for a week or
two. I hope you enjoy

In many ways, being in Cameroon is like a vacation. I came down from
N’Djamena with Dr. Roger and Dr. Solomon, our two congolese doctors
who’d just joined us in Chad but were chased off by the psychopathic
behavior of our local District Medical Officer who threatened to throw
them in jail the first day they arrived if he saw them in the
hospital. It’s been 6 weeks of running around trying to meet all the
requirements he’s listed despite the fact that the local Regional
Medical Officer (his boss) and the governor gave the docs the ok to
start practicing. Finally, since the Koza Hospital in Northern
Cameroon has been without a doc for 3 months, I brought them here
where we have been welcomed with open arms by all the local
authorities, the hospital staff and the local church who all keep
thanking God for answering their prayers and providing them with
doctors so they don’t have to refer c-sections an hour away over bumpy
mountain roads to the nearest public hospital which is sketchy at best
if they don’t die en route.

So, I’ve felt an oppressive load fall off my shoulders, a load I
wasn’t even completely aware of until I was in an atmosphere where
people were happy to have me and do everything to help rather than
menace and threaten and coerce and intimidate. All in all, it’s been
embarrassing because in 7 years in Chad it’s the first time I’ve ever
had a real problem with a Chadian, and to have it happen when I
finally find some young doctors willing to come and help me, it’s
discouraging as well. But, then again, Koza has it’s own difficulties
as well.

I walk into the surgery ward the first day in Koza. A young boy had
fallen out of a tree 3 days ago and cut open his upper lip. I take
off the bandage and see that the nurses have done an excellent job of
suturing what seems to have been quite a complex laceration. I notice
that besides his swollen face, the boy is favoring his right arm which
is wrapped in some rags with sticks tied together in a splint around
the entire forearm.

“Does he also have a broken arm?” I ask the nurse who rushes over to
look.

“I don’t know what that is, some traditional bone setter must have
snuck in here last night. It wasn’t there yesterday.”

The boys’ father, a short, man standing straight with a white skull
cap and a dirty blue robe smiles pleasantly and confirms the nurses
questionings.

I unwrap the arm to take a look. The arm slightly swollen and tender
over the distal radius. It seems to be reduced well. A simple
fracture.

“We can put a short arm cast on it for three weeks and it should heal
fine.” I get ready to move on, but the father says something harshly
in Mafa, his mother tongue. I don’t understand a word and look
questioningly at the nurse who looks sheepish.

“He says, no plaster. He’s had it once on his arm all the way to the
shoulder, but he didn’t bring the kid here for the broken bone, just
the cut lip. The bone setter says that in two weeks he’ll take off
the sticks look at it and proclaim it healed so he prefers that. No
plaster.”

“Did the cast work for him when he broke his arm years ago?” The
nurse translates for the father who smiles and nods while moving his
arm briskly in all directions and flexing to show he has no problems
as he spouts off some shotgun sentences in Mafa.

“He says he has no pain and can work all day in the fields for
years…but no plaster for his son.”

I spend about another 15 minutes trying to reason with the man who
just keeps smiling and refusing the nice doctor who just doesn’t have
a clue about broken bones and how fast they can heal in the hands of
the right witch doctor. I move on.

That evening I go to the ER to see a pregnant woman with high blood
pressure. She says she is 8 months pregnant and has swelling in her
legs. In fact, her legs are extremely edematous and she is hugely
pregnant. I examine her belly and while she doesn’t have pain or
bleeding, i feel the fetal presenting parts so well I’m afraid of a
ruptured uterus. She says she has been having contractions for 3
days. I bring out the ultrasound and find that there is no ruptured
uterus, but rather two healthy twins at term. With the added
complication of twins, the fact that they are at term and her pre-
eclampsia, I decide the best thing is to do a c-section, take out the
twins with as little risk as possible and treat the pre-eclampsia as
well by removing the pregnancy.

I calmly call over the woman’s mother and explain. She is
categorically against it. She says they have to wait for the father
and the husband. The husband is in Nigeria and the father is in the
village 10 km away. I nurse asks her is she has a phone number. Yes,
but her phone’s battery is dead. I borrow a phone and try to call the
husband. No answer. The nurse calls the father. No answer. I
recommend the mother go get the father so we can operate tonight. 10km
on a moto taxi is not far. She refuses. Says it’s dangerous at
night. I have them sign a paper saying they refused treatment and go
home to sleep.

The next morning I see the woman and her mom. She says she went to
the village but didn’t bring back the father. Soon the husband shows
up. He seems educated and understands my reasons for wanting to do a
c-section but says without the father’s ok, he can’t agree to it. The
mother told the nurse last night she doesn’t understand why we want to
operate. Her daughter is walking, eating, talking and doesn’t seem
sick. When asked why they came to the hospital then, she had no good
answer.

Finally, later in the morning, they take the girl home. I find out
later that they must have thought I was an idiot since I tried to show
them the edemas and blood pressure to show that the girl was really
sick. Apparently, one nurse told me that night at the house, the Mafa
know that if you have edemas, it’s because you’re going to have
twins. So I was trying to tell them the edemas were caused by a
sickness when they knew perfectly well it was just the twin pregnancy
that caused that and that obviously I didn’t know a thing and couldn’t
be trusted.

That same night, I see a 13 year old girl with classic symptoms and
signs of acute appendicitis. I sit the father down on a bench in the
ER in front of the nurse who translates as the girl writhes in pain on
the bed behind me. The father listens attentively and then tells me
that she has worms, maybe tenia, and that she needs some good bark or
roots. I explain again. He says, ok, just give her some pills
tonight and we’ll see how she does tomorrow. I’d already started an
IV and I pointed out that she was still in obvious pain. He countered
with the fact that it was probably because she was sneaking off with
some boy getting pregnant or something. Another wasted half and hour
later and I go home as the father insists that the nurse take out the
IV and let them take her home where she can get some appropriate
witchdoctor cure for what ails her.

At least one story has a happy ending as the next morning the other
family members bring the girl back saying she was crying all night
long and they want her to be operated on which we do without
complications and send her off to a hopefully speedy recovery as we
hope and pray the young pregnant girl somehow either delivers ok at
home or comes back before the twins are dead or she’s in a coma or
seizing.

But at least they all like me here…so far…

Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I’m loosing track of where I am in life…
It’s been extremely difficult remembering what I have shared with people and what I haven’t. I even loose track in my journal. I’m happy to say… HAPPY THANKSGIVING!:)…Belated. The week of thanksgiving and following have been a bit hectic, but God has not put me in a situation that I cannot handle. I was beginning to get anxious and worried about some problems in the hospital. I started to talk to a good friend of mine one day about it. He comforted me and told me to pray about it. The very next day when I was reading my Bible, it was a complete answer to prayer. “Do not be anxious about ANYTHING. Instead, in every situation, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, tell your requests to God. And the peace that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” Phil 4:6. I have had peace because the Lord is in control and he is taking care of the people at the hospital.
If I haven’t told you already, I get off work every day at 2. I tend to go back later in the day to check on some patients that I helped earlier in the day. I am surprised at how much work they put me through when I come. I have done countless NG tubes and IV’s when I step through the doors. At the beginning of this trip, I made it a point to show my earnest hard work, so now they know to work me hard. I have been quite exhausted because of it, but it feels good?
I should tell you about Thanksgiving Day! I had been worried about this day for a while because Cailtin and I invited 25 people to visit our home. We were planning it all the way up until the day. We asked the Administrator if we could get off of work at 12 pm to prepare. I did not know how much preparation would go into this meal until Zara came over to the house. They had brought 4 chickens to kill, potatoes, noodles; we had beans and beef… the whole shebang! (I know, I am not vegetarian… its offending when I refuse food here). Zara and Isaiah were in charge of the meat and Caitlin and I started making “Pumpkin Pie” made out of squash. We also made mash potatoes with the sweet potatoes we traveled the day before to get. It took us a total of 6 hours to prepare everything. Since Caitlin and I were the host, we were responsible for making the house appropriate. Every time anyone comes into our home who’ve known the shanks, the comment on how desolate it looks… so we tried to decorate with the flowers outside. It was absolutely GORDEOUS if I do say so myself. We decorated everything! Caitlin and I decided to make a twister on the floor so we cut up construction paper and taped it on the floor. When everyone arrived, we had a candle lit dinner. We went around the table saying what each person was thankful for that day. It was incredible! Later, when those who needed to go home went, we partied Adventist style. They loved twister! I have epic pictures to show in 7 months. I’m happy to tell you that everyone had an amazing time.
I forgot to mention the morning before. Thankfully, I had gone to sleep early the night before Thanksgiving because at 3 AM I got a call from Kalda telling me to come to the hospital. With much stumbling around for a few minutes because there was no light in the house, I finally got everything I needed and ran out of the house. He ended up picking me up with his mototaxi. When I arrived at the hospital, I was shocked to find a man lying on the ground in a pool of blood by his ankle. Apparently that night some thieves came into the village where Karnas lives, and were shooting. There were two men we had to x-rays on. One had a huge gash in his leg, complaining that it was broken. The other man had a broken ankle. We took x-rays and brought the man with the ankle into the surgery room. Anyone could tell that his ankle was broken. You could move it around like a rag doll. He had been drinking that night, so when we put the medication in the IV, he was still struggling. I held him down as they tried to fix his leg. He was never unconscious. They put his leg in place, and sent him to one of the hospital rooms. During the operation, he cried a few times… “Eliza, Eliza”… I didn’t even know he knew I was in the room. He didn’t even know me. We removed three bullets!!! That took the whole morning, or enough for me to go back home around 6:50 AM and make it to work by 7:30. This was Thanksgiving Day, so I was exhausted after it was all over. Praise God for rest?
Bahana took us to his school party the next day. When we showed up, literally EVERY EYE WAS ON US. I’m getting use to the fact that everyone caters to me no matter what I say. As we went to see what was happening, Bahana made someone go get us a bench… still everyone starring. All I wanted was to just be part of the crowd, but that will never happen. On top of that, the announcers for the soccer game that the students played later, insisted on translating everything in English. It was the most hilarious thing to hear. They didn’t speak very good English. The announcer talked about Cholora when the game was paused and he said, “Yes… Cholora is bad disease and don’t use bad water”. Caitlin and I had to laugh, but we were right next to him so we choked it up as much as we could. Bahana took us home on his friends mototaxi later that day. I was holding on for dear life because I was in a dress so I had to sit on the side. I don’t know if he wanted to impress us or what but he was going a little on the fast side. I’m alive…
Marie Cecil woke me up on Saturday morning because she has lent all of her plates for us to use for Thanksgiving (we have almost nothing). I slowly fell out of bed and ran to her house, carrying the plates on my head like a real African? I stopped by the hospital not realizing how much I would be doing. I had to put an NG tube in two children and two IV’s, one that was in an infant’s head (first one I’ve put in a head. He didn’t have any other visible veins). It was successful so thank goodness. Later, I had to go to church. I need strength because it seems that the weekends (which is only Saturday for me) would be relaxing but because I’m apart of this choir, we practice almost non-stop all weakened long. God spoke to me the other day with the verse “Do everything without grumbling or complaining”… That was a slap in the face because that day my choir group was fasting and I had a really bad attitude about it. It ended up going really well. We danced and played matching bible games all day as we fasted. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. God knows.
I went to Avava’s office the other day to chat with him. He was distraught and wanted me to talk to him. After sharing much grief about needed to lend family money and not knowing what and how to do it, I tried to listen. As he started to tell me that his faith was faltering, I heard a song on his computer that always seems to come to my mind or play when I’m going through the same situation. “The Voice of Truth”. I don’t him that God brought me to his office at such a time, and I asked him if I could pray for him. He was thankful, and my faith was strengthened as well.
A little boy came to our house the other day; he always stops by because he loves seeing us. He doesn’t speak English, but he likes hanging out. As we were cooking some pie in the oven, we invited him in. He continued to tell us that the only other sibling in his family passed away a week ago, and he is the last one. We brought him in, and comforted him. Why does this world have to be so corrupt? He ended up staying in one of our extra rooms. I pray for him everyday now. Caitlin and I have been impressed to be willing to give our food and service to anyone who comes to our door. It’s tiring, but the blessing of it is far more than we have imagined. We get people who come just to color in our coloring books. God has brought us here for just a time as this.
Yesterday was the first day without Kalda at the hospital. It was really rough for me because I work with Kalda everyday, and he is one of the most compassionate nurses I know. I ended up doing rounds by myself. There were only two people in Aile I so I took my time. I noticed that one of the patients had an irregular heartbeat. I quickly took the chart and talked to Jacque to come and look at her. Sure enough, she had to get an x-ray and they gave her medication later for arrhythmia. I’m learning a lot. I have now been able to prescribe people with different problems such as pneumonia, malaria, typhoid, gastritis, and amebas. It’s very easy to see the signs and symptoms because everyone comes in at the last minute, and it is the most extreme case. I pray each day that God gives me healing hands.
As the day progressed without Kalda, it got busier and busier. I had to do rounds as well as help the lab… when I thought it was over, Caitlin called me over to Maternity. I was informed that there was a woman having a baby, and I was going to be the only one in the room. The doctor had another case that he was doing. I was already prepared for the challenge. She didn’t end up delivering till later, so Ganava came in and watched. I delivered the baby perfectly. The woman’s uterus had not contracted well, so she was loosing a lot of blood rapidly. I ran over to the lab to grab supplies for hct test. The machine must not have been working because it said she was 34% but hear oxygen level and her blood pressure was going down rapidly… I quickly took her blood type. A positive. We tried to find a donner but there was no one around… this was an Emergency. When I came to my senses about my blood type I quickly sat down in the chair. I am A negative. As soon as they took 500 ml (in less than 5 min) I ran to Maternity. She was ok thank goodness. I sat in that room for hours with her afterwards just holding her baby and watching her slowly come back to life. Ganava was worried as well as the family, but the woman is healthy now with a beautiful baby boy. They thanked me over and over again. I’m glad I got to be apart of her recovery.
I am happy to say that, as of today, there are 3 doctors that will be here on and off for the rest of the time I’m on my mission. I haven’t worked with them yet, but one of them is from America. His name is James Appell. I’m forever grateful for your prayers and intercession. I’m exceedingly happy to finally have them here with us. Please continue to pray for God to be present at this hospital. That He would become real not only to the patients, but amongst the hospital staff as well. I am tired and warn out, but God is giving me strength each day at a time. I don’t have to worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself.
If this blog post does not make much sense, I cannot help you because I wrote it in a hurry. Until next time! Bonne Jounne! (Good Day)

Posted by Elissa

Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Do I Have the Power to Heal?
The other day a boy came into the hospital that was severely anemic. He had Malaria. He had not been well taken care of by his family. I could hear him screaming… I knew that kind of scream. When children who come into the Emergency scream like that, they don’t survive more than a few hours. He was dying. I have seen too many children come into the hospital die because they come too late. Their parents don’t understand that Malaria needs to be taken care of right away. They wait too long, trying to cure the sickness with traditional methods or buying medicine they don’t even know the name of in the market. I stand over the child, checking his oxygen level ever so often. I need to save him! There is something in me that needs to know this one will survive. I finish work at 2 pm. I’m going to come back to the hospital to check on this child. For some reason, even though I’ve seen many cases of children die of Malaria, this child is stuck in my mind. I pray for him that afternoon over and over again. I go back to the hospital in the afternoon solely to check on him. He has received blood and Quinine for Malaria. Amazing… he is doing fine! He is eating and moving around. I stop and think… why is this child one of the fortunate ones? Why do the others get death, and this one gets life? I am grateful that this little boy could have life… but sad at the same time that I didn’t intercede for the other children who came in. I know for a fact that my hands did not heal that child. It was only by the power, mercy, and grace of Jesus Christ that he was saved. I have come to realize my need to be on my knees. The hospital is not fully equipped to take care of patients properly, but our God is equipped. No hospital will save more people than a hospital where God is present. He is our healer, counselor, and Sovereign Lord! Every day when I pray with people or by myself, now I say these exact words: “Thank you God for giving me life, breath, and a heartbeat”. I know that God has me here for a purpose, and I slowly understand it more and more.
Today was Sabbath. I am now a co-director of a choir group at church. We meet three times a week. Sabbath afternoon, Sunday afternoon, and Friday night. There goes my rest… this afternoon I was feeling so exhausted. Caitlin and I spend the time after church making lunch with Avava, a close friend who is also the director of the choir. He was so interested in every little ingredient we put in the pasta and mash potatoes. I knew that we had practice in 2 hours so I wasn’t going to be able to get rest yet. At the moment our meal was over, I got a call from Kalda. He said he needed me to come and see a patient in Maternity. Avava quickly rushed me to the hospital. Another miscarriage. I didn’t get done helping until about 4 pm. I was an hour late to practice. I got my guitar as quickly as possible, and ran to the people waiting for me. I taught them the song “You’re Love is Amazing” by Phillips Craig and Dean. After an imperfect practice with the out-of- tune sopranos and the overpowering basses, we were finally finished. As the group would go to the church for the end-of-Sabbath worship, I would sneak away to the house for rest. Just as I thought I would get some sleep, Avava informed me that the group was going to visit a patient in the hospital. I gave into my selfish ambition and said, “I feel so tired, and I need to get some sleep”. He looked at me with disappointment. As they started walking to the hospital, I began to walk with them. Coming up to my house, Avava asked me one more time… “Do you want to come with us?” Without hesitation, I changed my mind…”YES!” I felt I needed to be compassionate, and it wasn’t the time to do my own thing. When I told Avava, he said with excitement “I knew from the moment I met you that you were the daughter of a pastor! You are living a Christian life!” I realized after talking to him how much it meant for me to do even a little thing as sacrificing sleep to see someone who was ill. It wasn’t for the sick person that I went, it was for the people who would really cared about my actions. Avava made me realize that by my actions here in Cameroon, I can be a witness. It might be surprising for you to think that this relieves me because it is hard for a Christian to walk the walk and talk the talk. I tend to be a people pleaser as well… so it is stressful when people are looking at my actions 24/7.. God has broken me to the point where I am learning to be dead to myself, and let Christ be my reputation. The language barrier as well as the age barrier requires me to use my actions rather than words to show truth. Also, my mother always tells me that going oversees is easier because people always love you… this is also true. There is not a lot I can do wrong to these people because they love anyone. Anyway, my point is that I don’t have to be afraid of my actions if I am in communion with my heavenly Father. He guides me and strengthens me each day here, and I know that He will be praised through all of this. I’m only a human and there is not a lot I can do, but I am “FLOORED” by the things God has already accomplished through me. I never did get to sleep today, but I have energy to last me… I know, one of these days I’ll crash, but until then… Party Adventist style?
Posted by Elissa