Almost two weeks ago we left our home in Spartanburg to begin the long trek to Cambodia. At every turn in the road (and sky!) I’ve rejoiced in my wife. She organized and carried out our packing, no small feat — indeed, one I shuddered at. She made sure the kids enjoyed their last days in America, and she prepared them for the transition. She bought and wrapped a pile of presents to entertain the kids on the plan. She helped me organize my final three weeks in America, probably the most productive weeks in my life! Above all, she encouraged me in our preparations to keep my eyes fixed on Christ and on the calling He has given us.
Then it was departure day. I had set my alarm for 4:15 am ET, but Amy was up at 3:45 or before to feed Anna. We got to bed around 1:30 pm ET the next day, more than 33 hours later. During that time, Amy had maybe an hour of sleep. Most of the time, she was holding Anna, and for a large portion of three flights, she was interacting with Becca or Isaiah, or both. For the last week, we’ve had a good schedule of sleeping at night, but Anna still needs regular feedings, so Amy’s sleep meter is still low. But she keeps going, keeps taking care of us all, keeps loving us.
This morning we all went to church together (an international church), and again I was in awe of my wife. She held Anna the whole service, while Anna cried much of the time. And it was very hot. And some of the time she had to help out Isaiah and Becca. All without complaining or being grouchy.
I thank God for Amy.
