Ducks and Motorcycles

I am usually a pretty uptight person when it comes to certain “safety” procedures (just ask Jason, he loves to make fun of me for it). I’m a stickler for seat belts; booster seats till age 8 or 80 pounds; not riding a motorcycle, but if you must, at least with a helmet; and not touching members of the fowl family since they are certain to carry all sorts of nasty diseases. So it’s like in the movie “Along came Polly”, where the obsessive compulsive always-neat guy meets the messy carefree girl, only it’s Along came the Philippines! Now, we pile in a van and throw the kids in the extra spots on the floor or piled on someone’s lap. Nathan rides on a motorcycle that belongs to one of the pastors on our team…without a helmet. And tonight, Nathan came home with a little yellow baby duckling. It was a gift from a couple at our slum site. It was probably a future meal and they insisted that he have it as a gift. So I overlook yet another broken safety net, and work on trusting God more. Trusting that He will protect us when we are driving, even though if you look out the window, you are tempted to think, we are going to die!! Trusting that He will look after Nathan when he isn’t wearing a helmet. Trusting that He will protect Nathan from getting sick from a bird. Most of all, trusting that God never stops caring for us or watching over us like little children. I am learning to put my trust in the unfailing God who created all things, including us and the birds. In the end, He probably does a better job protecting Nathan than I ever could.