My Sweet Bed

When Nicole was very little, she liked bedtime and would always say I get in my sweet bed. Of course, as her parents, we thought it was so cute. But the saying kind of hung on through the years. After an exceptionally long and tiring day, we would say I will be glad to be in my sweet bed. After returning home from vacation or any trip, we would say I am glad to be back in my sweet bed.

Last night, for the first time since September 3, I slept in my sweet bed. It felt so good. I had my sheets that fit my sweet bed. My comforter. I now have my big coffee mugs. I have my tv blanket with which to wrap up in to read my Bible every morning and whatever book I am currently reading at night. My dishes. My everything.

The truck arrived here last night at 6:15. We had many people to help us unload. It only took about 20 minutes. That is a first. I remember the days of the professional movers taking all day to unload. How nice not to have that much stuff any more.

Unpacking today has been challenging. No cabinets, no rods in the closets and one utility set of shelves like used to be in our garage. Everything is not unpacked yet, but we are getting there. To my wonderful friends that packed my kitchen, nothing was broken. Packing tight was the key. Of course, those boxes were so heavy no one wanted to lift them. And those arrows that showed which way to keep those boxes and fragile written everywhere didn't mean much to the Hondurans that loaded and unloaded the truck. Perhaps I should have written fragile in spanish. In spite of all the upside down boxes, nothing was broken. Looking around, in spite of how much I did get rid of, today, I was sure I still brought too much.

While I am fretting about how to unpack without shelves and cabinets, the preacher came to the door and said someone here in the community had fallen and was hurt and needed to go to the hospital. Marc and the preacher left for town with the man and some of his family. Unfortunately, Marc had to take him to Hospital Escuela. This poor elderly man was put on a hospital bed with no mattress, that had blood from other patients still on it. Not once was his temperature or blood pressure was taken. Not once was a stethoscope put to his chest. Finally, someone decided they needed to stitch the eye that was so badly bleeding. Marc and Noel had to go to the pharmacy to buy a suture kit. There was also stomach pain. Someone cut a 2 inch gash in his stomach, without any anethesia.

Marc got home around 5:00. Please pray for the man. I don't know his name. He may not make it. This makes how to unpack without cabinets seem pretty insignificant, doesn't it?

Terri