So, I married a boy scout…
Almost 20 years ago, I said I do. I knew I was getting an amazing husband. I just didn’t realize how much God had prepared him for all that we would be doing. Looking back, I think it’s quite amazing to trace God’s sovereignty, positioning him in all the right places to learn things and grow. Some of the things I never thought were that big of a deal. Now I realize our lives depend on it.
When he was a teenager, he had a dream… a fantasy that most teen boys in the States has. He wanted a dirt bike. Now, I personally have never wanted anything to do with a motorized, two-wheeled death mobile. He finally got one for Christmas from his parents. He rode the mud out of that thing. He zoomed all over the place on the mountains around his house. He could drive that thing like a pro. He and that dirt bike were like one. Seems like a nice, teenage pastime, right?
But then, three years ago, we moved here. Yep, he was ready. It’s like a two-wheeler wonderland. So, I had a crash course in learning to drive a scooter (thankfully, not literally.) But Jason… he took to his motorcycle like a duck to water. And for a long time, our family of five got by without a car just fine. He is able to ride that thing everywhere, saving so much fuel and money, too. And considering these are some of the most dangerous and chaotic roads in the world… his skill and wisdom in motorcycle safety is priceless. Never thought I would be so thankful for his dirt bike from his younger years.
Then I think about when his parents put him in the boy scouts when he was young. He learned so many skills. That guy can tie a specific knot for every situation… and trust me… he has!!! But what really has me reflecting on his years as a boy scout… the boy scout motto. Be prepared.
Never have I been more thankful for the training he received than I have been in the past several months. Almost two weeks ago, he got word that trouble was brewing and there would be a petrol shortage. He didn’t waste time. He prepared. Then he got word that supplies would not be coming through the border. He didn’t wait for the crisis to hit. We went to the store and stocked up. Every time I turn around, he is making a decision that keeps our family ahead of the crisis.
Just last week, he went to the bicycle shops and made sure we all had bicycles in case we finish our petrol. Always preparing.
The other night we were talking. He admitted he wondered if he had prepared enough… always thinking about what else he could do. It touched my heart to see how serious he took it. Then he said it. “I know that the decisions I make effect my family.”
And I look around at the other men serving in this country. I see the things they are doing to provide for their families. It’s a thing of beauty. Few of them have ever faced a situation as extreme as what we could potentially face in the next few weeks, but they are like little ants, scurrying around and preparing for the coming winter and trying to stay ahead of the crisis. They do all this while balancing the demands of ministry. I am so thankful for godly men who prepare for their families. I am even more thankful for the ways God has prepared them for serving here. They may have never realized at the time what God was doing, but He was ordering their steps.
Psa 37:23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.
Our family’s key verse through all of this has been:
Pro 21:31 The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.
I not only love that these men take their role of provider and preparer seriously, but I love that they also acknowledge that God is the true provider. They can prepare as much as they can, using the wisdom God has given them… but ultimately God is the only one who can truly sustain us. I have watched on the sidelines as these men have not only matured in the realm of being the head of the home… but I am also watching them grow in their trust and faith in the Lord.
To the men serving here, and especially to my own husband… thank you. Your families love you and appreciate all you are doing.
This week we are doing an earthquake unit study to help my children process the traumatic event of living through a major earthquake. Part of that study is for them to share their earthquake experience to help them vocalize what they went through. Here is Gabe's story:
One day we were doing church service . Me, my mom, and Michaela were doing childrens class. We were learning on Moses and the burning bush that never burned up.
Then I felt a up down rumble and Michaela called my mom. IIt was a 7.8 earthquake. Then we ran to the fellowship hall at a wall and hid for safety . When the first earthquake finished we got shoes and ran out. It was so dusty you could not see 20 feet in front of you .
(House destroyed in our church village)
We ran to check the damage and went to find people to take them to the hospital. While we were at the church I was scared because of the after shocks. Many minutes later we were brave enough to get some stuff. Then Ben bought some waiwai noodles and water to drink. Then my Dad arrived to pick us up to go home. When we arrived we were tired . We eat cheese, carrots, smashed rice, and sloppy Joes meat with a special sauce my mom made called mama sauce. Then we watched a movie in the car on the computer. Then we went to bed. I had a terrible sleep that night. That night we slept in the car .
The next day a 6.7 earthquake stuck in the evening. We were competing making the most earthquake proof houses out of Legos. It was a little game we made. That night I got some sleep.
The next day I played with moon sand and that’s the night I got enough sleep. Before I got to full sleep my sister wanted me to scoot over so she could sleep too. But I did not do it. I said, “Why are you annoying me? Wake up the car.” Then I said, “O Nepal I hate it.” Then she knew that I was not awake BECAUSE I DO NOT REALLY HATE NEPAL!!!!!!
To help my children process the traumatic event of living through a major earthquake, this week we are doing an earthquake unit study. Part of that study is for them to tell their story, thus giving them an opportunity to voice their fears and vocalize their experience.
On April 25th, Saturday 11:55, my mom, brother, a few new kids that came, and I were doing class at our church. Mom was teaching about Moses and the burning bush. Suddenly the ground started to shake and I said,” Mom!” She stopped and looked at me questioningly. Then we all felt it. Now we had nothing to hide under so Mom told us to get out to the next room.
When we came out the whole church was twisting and turning. I ran for cover under a plastic table, the best I had at the time, and held on to two young girls close to me. Their I was a little scared during the earthquake. I guess I didn’t have time to think about it. I simply said,” Keep us safe God. Keep us safe.”
When the ground stopped shaking for a minute, we ran out of the church; I didn’t have time to grab my shoes. I ran down the stairs and out the door. All I could see was a big cloud of dust. By the time the dust settled, the ground started shaking again. We headed to a safe spot, away from buildings and power lines.
I looked down and saw I still had my Bible in hand. I knew I would make good use of it. People were out in the fields crying and moaning. My heart throbbed to go and talk to them and comfort them in any way I could comfort a non-Christian. Dad saw people searching for something and went to help them; but when he found out that it was a cow, we went in search for people in real need.
As we went down the street, Mom asked me if I needed to use her shoes because my feet might get cut on glass in the road but I said no. I’ve always gone barefoot outside. We reached a house and started helping, well, they did. Dad said for Gabriel and I to sit down near a tree. It was then I deemed it time to read His Word. I remembered a memory verse we had memorized, Nahum 1:7,” The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble…”
(Picture from a village beside ours.)
They continued helping until found some people under the rocks. Mom brought us to a place where we could not see those who died. After, we returned to the church and Dad went to help more people who needed to go to the hospital. We sat and waited for him to return. Ben and Isahaak went into the church quickly to get our stuff from inside the church. Some of the people I saw sometimes from the window in our church came and I spoke to them to pass the time. Ben and Baktha went and got some Raman noodles for lunch. When Dad returned we got in the car and left. All around there was destroyed homes and buildings. When we got home, we saw our house seemed normal and all the houses nearby. Our dogs, Chief and Momo, were very excited to see that we were ok. The earthquake alarm, which we had installed a week before, was going crazy. I was very thankful when Dad said that we were going to sleep outside; I was very scared by the thought that we might be sleeping inside. That night Dad slept on his recliner which he brought outside and Mom on the patio swing. We kids slept in the car. I got around five hours of sleep, while everyone else got some 30 minutes. Give me a pillow and blanket and I CAN sleep!! It was ONLY by God’s everlasting and wonderful grace that my family and I are still living today. It was ONLY God’s grace that our church is still standing today, and our home is able to help those in need.
(Footnote... just so you don't think I am a terrible mommy, I did end up forcing her to take my shoes, I took the shoes Gabriel had on, and Ben carried Gabe. :-) )
To help my children deal with the emotional effects of going through a major earthquake, we are doing an earthquake unit study. Part of that includes them being able to tell their story. Here is Ben's experience:
On April 15, 2015, at 11:55 am, I experienced one of the most frightening events imaginable. As I sat in church listening to Dad preach, I was feeling a little tired from staying up late the night before. My eyes were getting heavier, and my mind started to wander off into subconciousness. Then, BAM! Dad said something rather important and it shook me awake again. I was fighting drowsiness, and losing. What I didn’t anticipate was that I would not only be free of this curse to feel sleepy for the remainder of the day, but I would be fighting to sleep for the rest of the week.
Dad was preaching on the judgment of God on the earth during the life of Noah. His message was powerful, and chilling. Why would God destroy humanity like that? That was the main thought going through my mind, and the answer hit me like a bullet from a gun: man was wicked and depraved, and nobody ever had a single Godly thought. Ever. I imagined Noah, old and weary, shouting all over the country that God was going to destroy them, and the only safety would come from the ark that was in construction. I imagined all those people who scorned and scoffed at the idea that water would cover the earth, and all men would die, save Noah and his family. That’s when it hit me: the ground was moving.
I looked at Levi, our Nepalese assistant, and the look of horror on his face told me that it wasn’t just me. Dad ran and sat down under a main support pillar in the building. I jumped up and crawled under the communion table. As the building swayed, I remembered reading about different people over in the past that were in similar situations. They were almost all Christians, and all of them carried their Bible through it all. Then I remembered my Bible. It was only a couple of feet away since I sat on the front row. I quickly grabbed it and held on tight. As my whole world seemed to shake apart, I stole a quick glance at the interior of the building. I opened my eyes and was perplexed at what I saw. It looked as though the church was made of Jell-O. Not somewhere I would want to be, but yet I wasn’t scared. There is no way to describe how I felt at that moment, but the words, “confident that Christ would protect me through it all,” sound close enough. After the longest twenty seconds of my life, the shaking stopped, temporarily.
When the building stopped shaking, we bolted outside. As we exited through the front door, what we saw outside was almost as terrifying as what we saw inside. It was eerie. Dust from collapsed buildings had covered the area like a thick fog on a rainy winter morning. I couldn’t see more than fifteen yards ahead of me, and it was difficult to breath. When the dust settled, we could see people crying and screaming not far from where we were. Dad and I ran to see what was wrong. They spoke in a frantic, rapid-fire Nepali, but we understood this much: …buried under our home…needs help…too heavy for just us.... It sounded like someone had been buried under a pile of rubble. As it turned out, it was actually only a cow. When we found out that it was livestock, we left in search of people who genuinely needed help. Seriously, I thought, People are probably buried under houses that collapsed, maybe even dead, and you’re worried about a dumb cow? This was the dilemma of the situation, that most people were too selfish and too lazy to help their own people. It wasn’t their family that was hurt, so why bother? It was discouraging to see so many grown, able-bodied men standing around doing nothing, while others suffered. The rest of the day, we dug people out, and reassured others that God knew what was going on. That night, we slept in the car. There wasn’t much for supper, but at least we had a good movie and a laptop computer we could use.
I didn’t get much sleep that night. Imagine trying to stuff a licorice whip into a Hotwheel and you have my predicament. At six-foot six-inches, I’m not exactly the prime contestant in a limbo competition. It isn’t easy to fit into a car and sleep when you’re this tall.
Over the next week, we would wait outside all day, playing with Lego’s, reading books, and enduring the occasional aftershock or earthquake. Sigh. It got pretty boring (not to mention lonely since phones and internet were down) that first day. Then, I had an idea. Our neighbors were erecting tents made of tarps and sheets in the nearby soccer field and basketball court. Why couldn’t we? I started planning a small shade-giving canopy over our mattress outside. It was perfect aside from being too close to a building that had flower pots on the top of the roof, and those might fall in an aftershock (one fell into our garden, ten feet away). We decided that wasn’t a good locale for our tent and took it down. Just then, Dad returned in the car from our church area. The car! It had a luggage rack on its roof that we could use to tie things to. The idea eventually got bigger and bigger until we had a mosquito-netted eating area, a patio-swing-turned-couch, a rain-proof sleeping couch, and Dad’s recliner all under a plastic roof. Not only that, but we also had an earthquake-resistant movie theater- the car. Like all cars, it has shock absorbers on the wheels, and those took away most of the shaking. When our family gets bored, LOOK OUT! We don’t stay that way long!
On day three, we decided that we wanted some competition. There wasn’t a restaurant open, nor were there any soccer games to go see, and hide-and-seek might result in your never being found again amidst a pile of rubble thanks to an even bigger earthquake. Our alternative: Lego earthquake-proof houses. The goal was, when the next big quake came (which never did), whoever’s house stood firm through it won. We built some wacky houses. Fortunately, the next day we slept inside, that Friday, I celebrated my sixteenth birthday that might not have existed.