Yesterday Josh preached a sermon about identity in Christ. The focus was on II Corinthians 5:11-21. But we also looked at II Cor. 6:1. I'm a fellow worker with God. A co-worker. Working together with Him. This particular thought grabbed me. I decided to meditate on it a bit this week. Prayed about seeing myself as God's co-worker.
So today.... first phone call for help at 4:30 am. Judith, an expectant mother with a hydrocephalus fetus. In labor. So ran out to the village, found her (a challenge all by itself) and transported her to the hospital and got the c-section ball rolling. Mostly. Bethesda was a bit slow that time of the day but good FHTs and not super active labor so I tried to just take it easy. At 8am picked up Rachel and headed back to the clinic. 20+ prenatal women with a teaching session. Also a child with a burn, Kristine Emeru, two other kids, mouth sores and pneumonia. Another adult or two with general complaints. One of the new mothers was fifteen years old. Makes me nauseated. One of the women was in active labor and wanted to go to the hospital. Another mother I couldn't get FHTs on. Got a call from Dr. Elisabeth around 12:30 to please come back quickly so packed up the two mothers who needed to go to the hospital and we headed back to Bethesda. Judith's baby had arrived. Very complicated. Very sick. Not breathing well. Cleft palate on top of the extreme hydrocephalus. Finger and toe deformities. Who knows what else?
This was my day of meditating on being God's co-worker. Seems like I could and should ask God what the heck He was trying to teach me today but instead I'm just going to call it a day and go to bed.