No place I’d rather be..
I love watching the new team members experience Haiti for the first time, they react the same way I did 18 months ago. Now this foreign country seems beautifully familiar to me. The chaos against the beauty is a constant, predictable in its own way.
So.. Sunday morning we hopped into our usual mode of transport, (back of a work truck) heading to Haitian church. I felt a peace with where I was spiritually, emotionally and physically. I turned to Ron and said ‘There’s no place I’d rather be’, I think he was taken back with my obscure comment; he hesitated and agreed, contentment among the chaos… I feel God speaking to me here, trying to push me out of my comfort zone, not in the culture, but within myself.
We spent this morning back at the work site, I was a little hesitant about the relationship between us blancs and the Hatian workers, as you had heard from Alex yesterday. It is hard to show people where your heart is when you don’t speak the language… I’m thankful that one of the workers spoke some broken English, he is our lifeline of communication between us and them. We intentionally engaged the workers in conversation, we sang with them and by the end of the day they were more than willing to pose in pictures with us… my heart was full when we left the site…I really did not expect that we would be genuinely excepted again. I am looking forward to working with our new friends tomorrow.
So, back to the title of my blog… we met Sara, an amazing young woman from Alberta, she is a mid-wife and serves the Hatian women in such a loving way. Sara attended and ran the church on the beach last Sunday night, she spoke about how God had been speaking to her through a song our team sang during worship a night earlier… the first three lines in the song is ‘no place I’d rather be’, that was the moment I knew I needed to come back here.
Miss you all, I hope everyone is well, see you in 6 days <3
Btw… I ate a fish with a head and tail still on and goat… so much for my meat issues.
Oh Happy Day!
Up until today the team, or various members have had struggles. Especially with “unsettled” stomachs. Along with a general uneasy feeling . That is par for the course on a trip of this nature. Since I had to stay behind yesterday to get feeling better, I chose to read the bible and journal. I borrowed Ron Dunning’s bible and as it turns out, it was broken. It kept opening on the same page and I kept reading the same verse. All day every time I opened it, it opened to Romans 12. “…..so I urge you brothers to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice holy and pleasing to God. This is your spiritual act of worship.” I shared this with the team as I was prompted to during evening devotion time and it resonated with everyone. We are serving him. This is exactly what we were doing whether in our ability to work in the heat or with the kids or even to go through illness. With that in our minds and with everyone in prayer for one another, we went to bed. In the morning I awoke feeling amazing. 100 percent and with a joy I hadn’t felt in ages. I believe last night was a turning point for the entire team both physically and spiritually, and we had a new sense of purpose and renewed strength. The Joy has remained with me all day and I have enjoyed great health today. Oh Happy Day!
You will be happy to know Cheryl that I am getting pictures of feet, and yes, I’m taking my pills.