Had a lot of time lately on my bike, thinking and
worshipping God in unusual circumstances. God always tend to talk to me more
directly when I am on my bike. Not that I can hear a lot as it is very noisy……Always
feeling closer to God especially when He is in control. Always feeling the
ropes, which tie all the gear on the bike, while driving, had another meaning
for me this time round. When I felt the rubber band broken, I stopped immediately
and was not even surprise to see flames from the back of my bike. Forgot that I
do not have gloves on, I started to kill the fire. Realize that it is not a
good idea as my hands got blisters on , as soon as I hid the flames, I broke
down all the luggage from the bike. Surely God protected me from seriously
getting hurt. My medicine bag, I got 17 years ago, finally said his goodbyes
with a big hole burn in its belly. Some meds got cooked by damage was minimum. Why
you would ask, well the exhaust got the better of the bag and burned it. Got
all the gear up the bike again and continue my journey. God is in control.
First had some lunch at the Lewis family in the
jungle and then off to my good mate, Grahame in Stung Treng. Two of his local
staff joined us on small bikes to Ratanakiri, where we met up with James, my
faithful friend. Was nice to be back in Koklak again amongst the Kring-tribal
people. Saw a lot of sick children with bad pneumonia, ear-infections and even
one young guy who almost cut his whole thump off. We send him to the local
hospital about 10km away and they helped him, according to James, who visited
him the next day. We are glad that we have a good relationship with the local Provincial
Health Clinic in the area.
We had good laughter with the old ladies that come
and visit and for some real TLC. They are such cuties. Great to watch Samang
and James talking with them in Kring, and see their happy faces laughing and
joking it away. Great to know that these 2 guys invested a lot of time in this
area as the people really know them well. God is good in letting these guys
come with us. It was the first time that Samang came with me but he work in
Ratanakiri for 10 years and know the local lingo so well. He is a church
planter and knows all the churches around. Both James and Samang make for a
great team. Grahame and Peron also chipped in helping out when a lot of new
people arrived. Nice to work with some guys that love the people so much.
The night we show some movie that is translated in
Kring and for the first time the people could see their own language in a
movie. Off course, what would a movie night be without “The God’s must be Crazy”
, followed by “Mister Bones”, and that in Khmer.
We took the road less traveled back and had some
realtime flashbacks of a previous, unsuccessful attempt to finish this section
of the road. Made for good memories to cross these places that we suffered so
much. We took a wrong turn, which turn out to be a good one. On our way back we
stopped in a village and talk to the people. There are 70 families in this
village and their only way to get to the doctor is on bike over terrain that is
not easy. In wet season it is impossible to get out as they get almost
waterlogged. We made a promise to come back and help them with medical stuff.
They were so glad that we want to come back there. This is as remote as you can
get. God has a good sense of humor by letting us get lost to found such a nice
place to be able to help.
It took us 6 hours to do only 60km in dry season, so
how much more in wet season, man would that be a challenge to get back there
and they call it a national road, hahahaha. We praised God that we can go to
where no other doctors want to go. Pray with us that we can come in contact
with more places to go and show of God’s love to the people.
Always happy to do His work
Rossouw-clan
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