Why I'm Here, Not There
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
One of my CMW team mates asked me the details of our leaving Papua. Well, hmm. We were missionaries with MAF (Mission Aviation Fellowship), serving in Indonesia. My beloved was flying a Cessna 206 in the jungles of Papua (Irian Jaya, for you old-school types), and maintaining the computer systems of the mission community there. He was loving the work and found it very challenging. I loved living in a cross-cultural context, and raising a family there.
One weekend we were on holiday, and it all changed. Playing games at a pool, my beloved hit his head on the bottom of the pool. Praise God he was not killed or paralyzed, which we later found out was the usual result of the injury he sustained.
From that moment on our lives have been different. Beloved gets dizzy at altitude. Do you want a pilot who is dizzy at altitude? Neither does the FAA. While this is heartbreaking, Beloved himself would not get behind the controls of a plane again, FAA or no. There was plenty of computer work to be done, but, in the end, we felt that God was calling us home to America.
Adjusting has been hard, especially for Beloved, who is still learning to live with a constant headache and certain limitations. Still, we are so thankful for his life, and that he's not paralyzed. God continues to do work in and through us, only now we're in Seattle.