Tuesday, December 30, 2008
In His hands
Last night, a disturbing event happened where we live: an armed man from one of the nearby villages sneaked in, and committed a completely unprovoked attack on one of the local people here. The victim, who was transferred to the nearest hospital, was only lightly wounded, praise God - but it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. We were requested to stay inside while the police and military searched the area for the terrorist. Things are not exactly calm around here, as you all probably know, and while we don't panic, we are aware of the situation.
We have enough food in our storage cupboards and freezer to last for weeks - a supply of flour, rice, beans and lentils, pasta, canned tuna, sardines and vegetables, all sorts of nuts, as well as raisins and chocolate. I have never been happier about our stockpile before. We didn't start it purposefully with such an occasion in mind - we simply bought a lot when we saw a good deal on something. But it certainly feels nice to know you have a lot of food when it comes to a point you think you might want to avoid any unnecessary trips. We also have a supply of soap and toilet paper, but I don't think it will come to a point when we run out of those. I think we should get some more sugar and yeast while we still can... and it's one of the moments when I feel we should just go ahead and start raising a couple of chickens for eggs, even with the possible complications involved.
A bigger concern, right now, is what will happen when I go into labor. What if, for example, it had happened last night when we were requested to remain inside until morning? What if the police blocks the roads in order to catch a terrorist, precisely when my husband is on his way to pick me up when I'm having contractions? There should always be the option of calling an ambulance, of course, but I'd hate to be cut off from my husband at a time like this. Our family, especially my in-laws - who live in a less isolated and safer area - have invited us repeatedly to stay with them until I give birth, but you can imagine what being away from home for an extended period feels like for a nesting soon-to-be Mom. However, if the tension in our area continues to escalate, we might stay away for a while until the baby is safely delivered.
In the meantime, preparations for the arrival of our little one continue. Yesterday, my husband took a day off work, and I can't help but think that nesting got him, too. He sorted out through items in our storage shed; hanged new lamps on our ceilings; fixed up the curtains in our bedroom; and could hardly be stopped from installing a bathroom cabinet when it was close to midnight. He says he doesn't want the baby to hear any drilling in the first months of her life, so all those jobs must be completed as soon as possible. In between lending him a hand, I was polishing our sinks, taps and mirrors.
In the picture, you can see my husband's hands, and mine, on my belly. Lately, we use every opportunity to take some tummy pictures, because we realize it can be gone any moment. :o)
Thank you again for all your kind wishes, thoughts and prayers on our behalf and the behalf of Israel. My inbox is currently exploding with emails, and I think it will take some time to answer them all - especially if the baby decides to make her appearance in the next few days. I'm sure you understand. Thank you for being such sweet, thoughtful, gentle friends.
My warmest wishes to you all,