In the Air, Somewhere between McAllen & Dallas
After getting up at 4:00am on 1/5 and heading for the border (3 hrs), we got in to Texas and ran some errands and then headed off to Burger King for lunch, our first real American food in 3 months. That was a treat for the children. Ran more errands after lunch and then met with the families hosting us overnight before our 6:ooam flight this morning. That's when things got interesting. Noah, who was doing fine all day, seemed really tired after lunch. While I and some of the other guys from our team started a pick-up game of touch football (using a roll of toilet paper since we didn't have a football) Noah was napping in the van. All of a sudden, he started throwing up, which lasted until about 2:00am.
We were all up at 4:30am and then off to the airport. We got to spend the night with Paul & Colleen Bifford, a couple we met last year in Monterrey who are now working at a church in McAllen, TX after several years of mission work in Monterrey, MX. They were so understanding, prayed with and for us, and I'm sure God ordained that we'd be staying with them, with a sick child and all.
Going through security in McAllen, TX to begin our journey to Bangkok almost went off without a hitch, when all of a sudden Noah, who was keeping down Ginger Ale since 4:30am said, "Dad, I think I'm about to get sick again." We were right at the point inside the security area where you take off your shoes and put your laptop in a bin and send it all through the x-ray machine before walking under the metal detector. So what did I do, I asked Noah, "Right now?" I'm not sure what I was thinking but I could tell by his face that he was about to lose his cookies again, so I said to the security person, "Can I use one of these bins for my son, he's about to get sick?" I'm guessing she doesn't have children because she looked at me kind of strange and it seemed like she was about to say, "No," until I said, "Either he throws up in this bin, or it's all over the floor and table, which do you prefer?" At that point she reluctantly agreed to let us use the bin. Not a moment too soon, as soon as I handed it to Noah, he doubled over and vomited a couple times into it.
Spiritual attack? Nerves? Motion-sickness from the long van ride? Not sure. He's never had motion-sickness in his life and he seemed pretty excited about flying. I know of only one person (or principality) interested in preventing us from going to Thailand, so I lean toward some feeble attempt of the enemy. But, it is hard, when you have a sick, vomiting child, to face the prospect of getting on an airplane for what would be 26 hours of travel with all the layovers. The thought did cross my mind of not going. Press on is what I kept thinking. I especially thought of Pastor Rob's verse, "Pressing on in Christ." So we did. We all prayed for Noah in the airport and he's been fine ever since!
Bianca prior to boarding the plane said, "Daddy, when the plane goes up in the air, is it going to tickle my tummy?"
Thank you, father! Thank you that you love my children even more than I'm capable of, and that you answer our prayers!
We were all up at 4:30am and then off to the airport. We got to spend the night with Paul & Colleen Bifford, a couple we met last year in Monterrey who are now working at a church in McAllen, TX after several years of mission work in Monterrey, MX. They were so understanding, prayed with and for us, and I'm sure God ordained that we'd be staying with them, with a sick child and all.
Going through security in McAllen, TX to begin our journey to Bangkok almost went off without a hitch, when all of a sudden Noah, who was keeping down Ginger Ale since 4:30am said, "Dad, I think I'm about to get sick again." We were right at the point inside the security area where you take off your shoes and put your laptop in a bin and send it all through the x-ray machine before walking under the metal detector. So what did I do, I asked Noah, "Right now?" I'm not sure what I was thinking but I could tell by his face that he was about to lose his cookies again, so I said to the security person, "Can I use one of these bins for my son, he's about to get sick?" I'm guessing she doesn't have children because she looked at me kind of strange and it seemed like she was about to say, "No," until I said, "Either he throws up in this bin, or it's all over the floor and table, which do you prefer?" At that point she reluctantly agreed to let us use the bin. Not a moment too soon, as soon as I handed it to Noah, he doubled over and vomited a couple times into it.
Spiritual attack? Nerves? Motion-sickness from the long van ride? Not sure. He's never had motion-sickness in his life and he seemed pretty excited about flying. I know of only one person (or principality) interested in preventing us from going to Thailand, so I lean toward some feeble attempt of the enemy. But, it is hard, when you have a sick, vomiting child, to face the prospect of getting on an airplane for what would be 26 hours of travel with all the layovers. The thought did cross my mind of not going. Press on is what I kept thinking. I especially thought of Pastor Rob's verse, "Pressing on in Christ." So we did. We all prayed for Noah in the airport and he's been fine ever since!
Bianca prior to boarding the plane said, "Daddy, when the plane goes up in the air, is it going to tickle my tummy?"
Thank you, father! Thank you that you love my children even more than I'm capable of, and that you answer our prayers!
posted by Ron Wilson | 8:59 PM
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