The day after my fundraising morning tea. I had to come back to Earth with a thud! Whinging child, family responsibilities, the laundry to do…I’d much rather be preparing for my trip, caught up reading “Where there is no Doctor”, looking up teaching resources that I could take with me, bask in the incredible warmth and support that has come my way from people interested in my trip. That’s the dilemna in life isn’t it, always the fine line finding the balance between following your passions and facing your daily responsibilities. The whinging child is alseep – I thought that was the problem – the house has been cleaned and the laundry is being done. Silence…
I have felt overwhelmed by people’s response to my trip. I have heard from people that I haven’t heard from in ages. It’s been wonderful. Another joy has been older people sharing their stories and experiences of Papua New Guinea. One man told me he was there during the war and they had to soak their feet in conties crystals every day and they were allowed to change their socks twice a day – unheard of in other areas of service but skin infections and tropical sores were a real problem. Another lady told me to make sure I wear only loose cotton clothing as the humidity is unbelievable – that made me think of my underwear: may need to visit the shops soon! Another lady reassured me that the boat I’ll travel in will probably not be a dugout canoe, rather something with a motor – that was reassuring. I feel that a whole community of people is with me as I prepare to go and will be with me when I’m there. And I was going to just sneak off…
Knowing that there are people who are interested in my trip helps me to stay focussed. I feel a sense of responsibility to them now. I want to please them. I have a group of supporters that I feel accountable too. I think that’s a good thing. It will help me to be professional, conscientious and productive. I want to report back to them and let them know how they have contributed to the success of the trip. And I was just going to sneak off…I can now see why God pressed on me the need to share my journey with others and to ask for help to get there.