About Me

My name is Jen Hathorn. I'm a family medicine physician. Since January 2015 I have been living in Egbe Nigeria, which is in Kogi State. I am serving at a bush hospital practicing full spectrum family medicine. I am working with an organization called World Medical Mission which is a part of Samaritan's Purse. This blog is my place to stay connected with you through stories, meditations and pictures. I hope that you enjoy reading the posts!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Rain

I’ve been in Nigeria for almost two and a half months and it has been nothing but hot and humid the entire time I’ve been here. It’s a stifling, muggy hot that forces you to move slowly and never allows you to feel completely rested or full of energy. Truthfully your body becomes used to the feeling. And while I don’t usually think about it unless it’s an extra hot day or the sweat is pouring down my face into my eyes, I did think about it today for another reason. Today it rained! Not a sprinkle or a slow, steady rain. Not even a gusty shower. It was hours and hours of hard pouring rain. The rain pelted the dry ground, first bouncing off and then slowly pooling and soaking into the thirsty earth. And if that wasn’t great enough, what accompanied the rain was even better — a beautiful cool breeze. Wave upon wave of fresh, clean air swept through the compound pushing out the heat and lifting the stifling humidity. It was thoroughly refreshing. I had forgotten just how invigorating and sweet a cool breeze could be! I thought about how hot and humid it has been — because suddenly it wasn’t anymore! Everywhere I looked people around me were relaxed and smiling. It’s as if there was a communal sigh and everyone could finally rest. 

A cool breeze is blowing through
accompanied by rain
Away, away oppressive winds 
no longer can you stay

A deep refreshing cleansing
purges as it goes
The waters rush and sweep away
contaminates in the soil  

A sigh is heard in passing 
the ground begins to break
No longer strong and stubborn
this water it must take

We so often mimic this 
broke and beaten down
Or hardened by the heat of life 
we move in muted sound

Then precisely when we need it
God alone knows when 
He sends his Holy Spirit 
a mighty rushing wind

For coming in that instant 
he whispers to our soul
Renewing heart and body
making broken spirits whole

Grateful for the new-found life
this joy on wings of faith
Eyes turn upward once again

to gaze upon his face 

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