1st World and 3rd World

My Peps woke up with a flare up today. I had a sinking feeling it was building all day yesterday and sure enough, here it is. She has battled auto-immune complications since she was just a few months old, and we are in the midst of modifying her meds right now to try to help with some side effects. So when she’s good she’s pretty good and when she’s  bad it’s really rough. Here’s the bright side – we are in Ohio, just a short drive from our favorite vet who has taken such great care of Pep since her first flare up and has gone above and beyond to walk this road with us for the part two years.

On the other side of the globe, Dennis’ best friend since childhood lives in a remote tribe in Indonesia. One of their sons, Reece, started showing symptoms suspiciously like appendicitis a few days ago. When I say remote, I mean remote. They couldn’t get a flight out of the tribe because of severe weather. Literally stuck.  Finally a missions helicopter pilot was able to risk going in to transport the family to another village where they could catch a prop plane to get flown to the nearest city. Now they are negotiating foreign medicine trying to make the best decisions possible for Reece.

So I pray for Peps. I pray for Reece. I take stock of all the blessings and trust that God knows and cares about all the details. If He sees a sparrow fall, He sees my pup, and if He knows my heart He knows how much she means to me. He sees the challenges our friends are facing on the other side of the world and gives grace according to their need. I’m believing this today. I don’t know how to live this faith thing out any other way.
“I lift my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.”