I am thankful for ABUNDANT AND QUALIFIED HEALTHCARE.
We are, by and large, a healthy bunch. We had a few rounds of colds this year, but we chalked it up to not being quite acclimated to the new germs in Indy. Before that, I think we had a total of 3 colds in 5 years. That comes in handy when you don’t actually have health insurance, but I always knew that in a pinch there were a host of qualified medical personnel who could attend to our needs.
This year I’ve been exposed to a host of new healthcare issues and information. All summer I buried myself in research and online tutorials to better understand the healthcare provided to Brandi. My trip to Uganda in October brought a startling contrast and I’ve been reflecting on it since my return. There are certainly some qualified physicians and nurses in Uganda, but most people cannot seek treatment due to extreme poverty.
I am so thankful to live where I can seek medical attention for myself, my husband, and most importantly my daughter, when we need it.
My heart breaks when I think of the devoted mothers who sit in the dark with their children waiting for illness to pass and hoping the illness doesn’t overcome their child. In some cases, they know they can cry out to Jesus Christ. I believe he hears their cries and provides a way for treatment, a way for healing, and sometimes peace in a time of passing. But many of the mothers haven’t heard the GOOD NEWS yet, and they’re all along with their fear for their child.
My prayer right now is for increased medical care to those impoverished areas, and for the love of Jesus Christ to be shared with each and every one of these parents.