One of the not-so-serious results of this was that our group could not ride in a bus the entire way to our destination to help with Vacation Bible School. We got to a certain spot, left our bus and hopped in the back of a potato truck. There was a big plastic water container in the middle of the truck bed. I was told that it was to help provide traction for the truck going up/down/around the mountains.
The rides were actually fun to me, so I didn't mind the back of the truck.
Imagine my shock and surprise when a few weeks after getting back I receive this letter from Dailys:
There was a landslide in {province}. We trust in Jesus, but were so afraid that day. Big rocks, mud and wood came down. We live beside a gorge. The mud took my dad and my brother. Thanks God, they are both alive. Well, they are very sick. I pray that you never face a situation like that.
The letter goes on to talk of other things, but I had to stop. And re-read. And read again. And notice the date. May 2011. I feel so bad that I didn't know to say anything about that during my visit, but I suppose they assumed I had not gotten the letter yet.
I cannot imagine how Dailys felt watching that scene unfold.
I can only imagine how Adela (Dailys' mom) felt. I am pretty sure of my reaction: stark terror. To watch your husband and your child being swept away. That had to be absolutely terrifying.
As I have mentioned before, Dailys is quite an artist. She draws beautifully. She drew me the scene from that day (although she put smiley faces on her dad and brother, when I'm pretty sure that wouldn't have been my facial expression.)
I am so thankful that:
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea
-Psalm 46:1-2
Would you pray with me for the continued recovery of Dailys' dad and brother?
Would you pray with me for the continued recovery of Dailys' dad and brother?
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