Two times I was able to spend a whole day flying with Jason in Indonesia. The second time I was about four months pregnant with our youngest. We were following the normal Monday/Wednesday/Friday route of flying between three bases. At Tumbang Naan, the most remote of the bases, we arrived to find a woman in labor who needed to go to the hospital for a C-section, with a family member. As Jason talked to the passengers, I realized everyone is looking at me, and my husband had that “I’m so sorry” look on his face. It dawned on me that in order for this woman and one family member to go to the hospital, I needed to give up my seat. Which might not be a big deal, just chillling by the river for a few hours. Unless the usual afternoon clouds roll in, and then I would be spending the night in the village up in the mountains. The village with no running water or electricity, which is an hour ride in a canoe away, followed by a steep climb up the mountain side. Jason kissed me goodbye, tellling me he would do his best to get back that afternoon, and handed me his overnight bag, which had an extra shirt, a few meds, and his contact case and glasses, a way higher prescription than I needed. Pak Yunting, the airstrip agent and local pastor, helped me to the waiting room, a covered platform next to the river, and then he headed back to do his daily tasks, telling me he would be down later either to meet the airplane or to bring me to his house for the night. I wandered how his wife would react to the news of a potential overnight guest who had no food or ability to speak the local language. I looked around me and realized I was in the rainforest. Trying to keep my sense of humor, I thought that some people would probably pay thousands of dollars for the experience I was having and this gourgeous view. And then I wondered if there were any wild animals around and how long it might be before I was able to go back home. As panic was starting to set in, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart: “Who is in charge here?” I quickly realized that my same God is in charge in this little corner of the rainforest as when I am enjoying furlough comforts back in northwest Indiana. I leaned back and made up my mind to enjoy this detour, however long it might last. I did enjoy my time watching the river and listening to the birds, enjoying the significantly cooler air at this elevation, but I was still not sad to see the airplane return that afternoon!