As I dialed up interpreter services, asking for the Kurundi language, I paused to look at the father and his young son. I was instantly and profoundly struck by the great blessing of caring for others. And I knew that my complaining should stop. I told them that I was traveling to Cameroon, and they smiled silently. I am thankful for this small moment.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Lessons from Burundi
It has been a crazy week at work, and I can't believe we're leaving for Cameroon in nine days. I was overwhelmed this morning: the list of new consults was piling up, clinic was behind schedule, and I knew I was missing Noah's last doctor visit. I rushed over to clinic to see a refugee family from Burundi, knowing the visit would not be brief.
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