Friday, July 29, 2016

No Substitute for Peace of Mind

I learned a valuable lesson the other night about how to have peace of mind by listening to that small inner voice.

Last week I flew into Paruima village and parked the airplane in the usual spot down by the Kamarang river bank.

I vaguely noticed that the river was really high and the thought occurred to me that I probably should probably move the plane to the middle of the airstrip which which is up a gentle sloping hill.

But alas, I was exhausted and didn't feel like hopping back in the plane and  taxiing it up the hill.

The whole boat trip from the airstrip back to our house my mind fretted about what might happen should the rain fall heavy one more night.

Almost on cue the sky opened up and poured buckets of rain soaking me to the bone.  Now I was really worried.

I tried unsuccessfully to rationalize that everything would be alright in the morning.  But the doubts simply wouldn't go away.

Oh! Why hadn't I moved the plane when I had the golden opportunity?? Now it was pitch black and I would have to do it alone without a good flashlight.

Fortunately I wasn't alone in my anxiety.  Elder Shadrach Reuben was worried about the Village's new John Deere Tractor which was also at risk.

So Elder Shadrach came all the way up the muddy trail in the dark to the campus to pick up the boat and ask if I wanted to come along.

I jumped at the chance!

An hour later both airplane and tractor were safely on high ground and I felt a huge sense of relief.

As chance would have it, yesterday I flew into Paruima village late and the river was high once again but not as high as before.
Regardless I decided to play it safe and move the plane.

Truly - There is no substitute for peace of mind.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Missionary Trip to the Deep South

Nansha's girls love flying in the plane. They call it "their plane"
Destination: Shea Village
Granny Nora is getting prepped for her flight the Lethem Hospital
Trying to fuel the airplane with umbrellas in driving rain. Not too fun!
Helping a pilot friend
Gunns Village

Today was what I call a "flight of honor".  18 Months ago Garnett Gomez (one of our bible workers was tragically killed).  Each summer since I've carried Nansha Gomez (Garnett's widow) down to Shea Village for a four week mission trip.

So a few hours ago I dropped them off at Shea airstrip with a month worth of food and money to travel back to Georgetown.

They happened to have a granny who had fallen and broken her arm.  Since I was headed to Lethem where the hospital is located, she caught a free ride.

Refueling the airplane in Lethem was absolutely miserable in the rain.  Two huge storms hit back to back and the guy holding the umbrella didn't hold it over me very far.  I think he was trying to stay dry himself.  Anyway the water coming off his umbrella hit me in the middle of the back drenching me downward.

Last stop is Gunns Airstrip.  This village is so remote that to get here by land is a 7-8 day trek one way from the closest village with an airstrip.

This one takes the cake for remotest village in Guyana