These Hevis Don't Belong to Me

  I laid my head down on the desk. It all just felt too heavy. The giant hole from the leaking pipe in my front yard. The fourth request for work or money in as many days. Waking up with a sore throat and a throbbing leg. Feeling totally unprepared for the study I’m supposed to teach tonight but knowing I have to work all day and wondering when I’ll have time to prepare. Then there’s the patients. The neglected rash turned septic. The simple wound from stepping on sharp grasses threatening the viability of a foot. The double break in a 9 year old’s forearm. Being told I can’t give crutches to someone because we don’t have them. Getting the wrong thing in a medication shipment so I will have to wait another 1-2 months for supplies I have several people asking me for urgently. Staff calling in sick and trying to figure out who I can call in, or how I can find a way to juggle three roles in a four hour shift. And then add to that the self-condemnation that is plaguing my

Clearing the Ground

John 15:1-2 The Vine and the Branches “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful." Psalms 127:1 Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain. Philippians 1:6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. * Have you ever planted a garden or watched a farmer clear his fields in preparation for the sowing season? Recently I walked up the steps of my garden and noticed that my gardener had cleared out a huge swath of decorative plants. I remember the first time she did this. I was appalled! She had just reduced a lush landscape to bare earth. I remember feeling horrified and desolate. However, as I watched over the next few months, the beautiful plants slowly began to retur

Winim Silva na Gol

There’s a worship song that I love here, it’s called Sindaun Long Heven. A line that says: Jisas laikim b’long yu, long laif bilong mi, emi winim silva na gol Jesus your love over my life, it exceeds/is better than silver and gold. I love this song. I have loved it for a long time for its catchy tune, good truth, and sing-ability.  But today it hit me really powerfully how incredible it is that Jesus — that the Trinity, ruler of the universe, maker of all things, judge, sacrificial king, master and provider for all peoples everywhere — pours his faithful, pure, powerful love over my life. I nearly started crying in my kitchen as I sang along with the video below while I made dinner. I thought to myself, It’s true Jesus, Your love over my life truly is better and far exceeds money or possessions or anything I could ever pursue or desire. It was a humbling, holy moment in the midst of the mundane. Another friend sent me this verse from Zephaniah 3:17 that seems even more incredible to me

Hymn of the Muna Beetle

  Every night at twilight for the last month you could hear it, the droning hymn. The steady hum of a beehive and the crackle of electricity all rolled into one deep thrum. It sizzled from every tree and buzzed from the moment the sun began to think about laying down for the night, until he covered his shining head in a mantle of deep black. I hadn’t heard it before, or at least I didn’t remember it, and it puzzled me until I started to pay attention. It wasn’t a beehive or an electrical current. Instead, it was the steady, rhythmic thrum of the hard-sided, armored wings of a beetle called the muna beetle*. It’s a brown beetle about the length of your thumb, chubby and winged, and apparently tasty. And, as I asked my friends about it, they really only come around during this time of year. It made me think, this hymn of the muna beetle, about rhythms and seasons. A friend and I were talking the other day about how, when we first arrived here, we tried to make sense of the seasons in thi

A Baby, A Name, and Jiwaka

  My PNG family and I once we arrived in Jiwaka        Fog rolled around us in the thin light of dawn. We waited, engine idling, on the side of the road just past the large billboard welcoming us to Jiwaka province. We had arrived. Across two provincial lines, lots of bumpy road and tanked up with roadside three-in-one coffee we had trekked to come and visit my Papua New Guinean brother Michael's family for a very special occasion. Michael's younger brother and his wife had a new baby and this weekend they were going to have a baby naming ceremony, a celebration that's observed in only a few provinces in Papua New Guinea (PNG). I had never been to a baby naming ceremony, so I was excited to see what this ceremony would be like and to see what this new province, and its unique culture, would be like.    The sun stretched and began to push away the rumpled coverlet of fog, revealing a beautiful landscape of steep mountains, fields packed with tight, neat te

Attention My Blog Reading Friends: There Will Be a Change in Subscription

 Hey Dear Friends,  I wanted to let you know that my current method of allowing you to subscribe to my newsletter and receive email notification of new posts will be going away in about a week. I've looked into some alternatives but haven't found a very good one yet.  So...... If you are currently subscribed to this blog and want to continue to receive notification when I add a new post please email me at and I will make sure that you receive notification via email when I add a new blog post.  Thanks dear friends! I hope to add a post next week about a recent trip I took to Jiwaka Province!  Stay tuned and let me know if you want to be emailed when I write this new post!  Christ Follower,  Megan R.

Miracle Baby

    Our team working to resuscitate baby J.  Baby J. was brought into our clinic first thing in the morning. He had no pulse and was essentially dead. Our team set to work immediately doing CPR, giving rescue breaths and launching into a full resuscitation effort. You could hear several of us praying as we did chest compressions, drew up medications or glanced worriedly up at the heart monitor.  We’d seen this so many times before and so many times before we’d worked and worked only to see another baby pass away because the baby was too far gone when they came. The room was tense. The doctor called for a pulse check and the nurse exclaimed, “I feel a pulse!” A flurry of orders followed and we continued to try to stabilize the little life that was tenaciously clinging to this tiny thread of a pulse. Within an hour or so the baby was breathing on his own and by the time we packed the baby into our Land Cruiser ambulance for a transfer to the nearest hospital that could care f