Medical to the remote

This Blog is all about the work of God. Nothing we do is without the knowledge of our Father. He is the soul provider for everything we do.
We are Mordegai, Toinette, Suzaan,Gideon and Anton Rossouw from Namibia-Africa. . This Blog is all about our lives here in Cambodia while Suzaan works in South Africa. We are real Farmers from Africa and we love life and what it have to offer and enjoy it day by day.

Mordegai travels to remote villages up in the far North of Cambodia, doing much needed medical work ,where no other doctors go, with local pastors as well as the Department of Health of Ratanakiri.

Toinette is at home with the boys. Homeschooling Gideon is a task not for sissies, while Anton is in Eli school. .She joins FGC Community Link Cambodia to the villages close by, teaching local children in an after school setting and also women about Health Issues in a village setting.

We consider us Asians as we live such a long time in Asia, eating rice as a staple food and not meat......

Our motto in life comes from a dear friend:

With common sense and God we
can accomplish a lot

Robin Wales




Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Whatever Lord March 05 2013










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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