Today was day three in Haiti and a day completely out of my comfort zone.
The first stop of the day was the home for sick and dying in San Fill. We separated the team by men and women. Men went to serve the guys in the clinic. Women went upstairs to serve the women.
We brought lotion and nail polish. We spent time in three different rooms. We would massage each woman with lotion and then if she wanted her finger or toe nails painted we would paint them. Since I am not a skilled polisher, I chose to massage. I would massage their arms, legs, hands, feet and back. In some cases the women would roll over and want me to massage her boobies and stomach. I wasn't comfortable with it at first, but then I realized that these women need love. So I would massage the upper part of her chest and then under her breasts. All I kept thinking about was what Jesus said, "What you do for the least of them you do for me".
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Tuesday: Day 2--The Water Truck
We woke to the smell of pancakes, oatmeal, mangos...a fabulous start to a day like no other for many of us. This was my first journey into the area devastated by the earthquake three years ago still reeling from the loss of life and home. After a dusty and bumpy ride in the tap tap to the water filling station, we followed the tanker to our first stop, 17, in Cite Soleil. 17 is a shantytown where survival is a daily challenge. Conditions are deplorable, yet our arrival brought many smiles, hugs and thank yous. I helped man the bucket brigade and the hose as we filled many buckets to overflowing while treating some of the young ones to impromptu showers. If I wasn't holding a hose or a bucket, I was holding and hugging a beautiful, smiling child (or two)! The expectation on these water runs is that there will be plenty of loving going around for anyone seeking it.
We woke to the smell of pancakes, oatmeal, mangos...a fabulous start to a day like no other for many of us. This was my first journey into the area devastated by the earthquake three years ago still reeling from the loss of life and home. After a dusty and bumpy ride in the tap tap to the water filling station, we followed the tanker to our first stop, 17, in Cite Soleil. 17 is a shantytown where survival is a daily challenge. Conditions are deplorable, yet our arrival brought many smiles, hugs and thank yous. I helped man the bucket brigade and the hose as we filled many buckets to overflowing while treating some of the young ones to impromptu showers. If I wasn't holding a hose or a bucket, I was holding and hugging a beautiful, smiling child (or two)! The expectation on these water runs is that there will be plenty of loving going around for anyone seeking it.
Brunet and Wilson, two of the staff members, led us on a brief hike to a squalid peninsula in the bay where what might have been a beautiful beach had become a burial ground and garbage dump. Despite the horror around us, the children who had hiked with us responded with smiles, leaps of joy and sheer excitement when Wilson led us all in a song of praise. The song of praise led into a time of prayer where we asked God to bless these children and their community.
Next, we went back to the water pump station to refill the truck before heading to our next stop--Kat Coffin. More water buckets, more hugs, more love.
Finally we headed to a tent city, a first for even the returnees in our group. It was a different experience as we witnessed men being more involved in carrying the water and caring for the children. A particularly poignant moment was when some of us were summoned to trek up a dusty and rocky corridor up to a shack where a mother had requested prayer for her ailing baby. She was grateful for the prayers lifted up on behalf of her child. The need is so great. We feel so inadequate. But we remind each other often that we are His hands and feet. At our morning devotion, Jeff read a selection from Sarah Young's "Jesus Calling," which stayed with me throughout this heart-wrenching but fulfilling day: "As long as you focus on Me, you are safe. If you gaze too long at the myriad problems around you, you will sink under the weight of your burdens. When you start to sink, simply call out "Help me, Jesus!" and I will lift you up."
After a spaghetti dinner with--are you ready?--hot dog slivers as a topping, we shared in our daily "Word of the Day." My word was "fulfilling." How could I not be challenged, uplifted and blessed by having the opportunity to be a part of Healing Haiti's outreach?
Some of the group settled in on the guesthouse couch. Others sat outside under the stars. The true soldiers practiced salsa dancing under the tutelage of master salsa teacher, Jean. I am proud to say, that I was one of those soldiers!
--Ken Holvig
Monday, January 14, 2013
Arriving in Haiti
We made
it! Our team is safely in Haiti.
We met
this morning at the Minneapolis airport at 3:45 a.m. We had 22 bags we were
checking, plus our own personal carry-on bags. The checked bags contain much
needed shoes, clothes, baby formula, diapers and medical supplies. After a
short time at the airport, we boarded an uneventful flight to Miami.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Almost time to go!
22 checked bags
6 brand new goers
5 returning goers
1 Healing Haiti founder
1 Security advisor
1 Long term missionary
8 days in Haiti
I can't even begin to imagine what God plans on doing in the lives of the team and the Haitians we come into contact with.
Prayers for safety, prayers for surrender, but most of all prayers that God will make us more like him no matter what it takes.
6 brand new goers
5 returning goers
1 Healing Haiti founder
1 Security advisor
1 Long term missionary
8 days in Haiti
I can't even begin to imagine what God plans on doing in the lives of the team and the Haitians we come into contact with.
Prayers for safety, prayers for surrender, but most of all prayers that God will make us more like him no matter what it takes.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Day 7: Purposeful
What a week. I love the beauty of this place- in the people, the surroundings, the things God does in each of us as we come here.
Our day started earlier yesterday with breakfast and then we drove up to Titanyen for church at Grace Village. My word of the day initially was going to be Free. The kids were amazing. Their hearts for God are so good and pure. There is nothing that is self conscious or cares about what other people think. I love the kids programming at my church because it has led both of my children to Christ and has continued to foster their faith in a way that fits them. That said, these kids sat through a full church service for two hours, both in worship and in listening to FanFan preach. He spoke on Mark 9:35: Jesus sat down and called the twelve disciples tohim. He said, "Whoever wants to be the most important must make others moreimportant than themselves. They must serve everone else." Almost all of the service was in Creole so I wasn't able to pull out what he said, but know he had the attention of all the children. I've said all week to the team off and on that things make my heart happy. Seeing FanFan lead a service... my heart is so full. God gives us each gifts-- and my goodness, has He done such a wonderful job with developing FanFan's. I had a couple of babies fall asleep on my lap and another doing my hair from the seat behind me. Why not, right? After the service, we didn't spend a lot of time, but I was able to get a photo with my Ronaldo. I just love him. He is my boy at Grace Village. So sweet.
We then took a drive up the mountain. I love this drive. God's creativity did not miss Haiti. The mountain is gorgeous. We took in shopping on our way. I have a hard time with bartering in some ways, but also really like it in others. The creativity of these people is amazing.
In all of our words of the day, I was thinking of words for my team as we finish out the week...
Jake- gentle giant. He had a way with the kids. The babies just clung to him.
Renae- Special. What a heart this woman has for the kids as well. She was so special. Just a look or touch from her made the days of the babies.
Diane- Transparent. This woman is so wonderful. She says what is on her heart and mind. She is blunt, but not to a fault or that is hurtful in any way. What I appreciate about Diane is she is an essential activator had heart. She sees something that she doesn't like, and moves. There are two kids and a woman in need of a matress. Not to worry. Diane is on it. Beautiful heart. I loved watching the progression in her through the week.
Amy: Godsend. Amy was a late addition to the team and she is amazing. What a heart. What a blessing. A bosom friend. Confidant. Pure in heart. Purposeful here in Haiti. I love her.
Bob- There isn't just one word for Bob. So many have excuses for why they can't come, can't do something, just can't. Bob is amazing. He is wonderful for how he communicates without words sometimes, and makes our lives special by being in it.
Cindy- Blessed. As a mom, it has been interesting to watch Cindy and Lauren together- a daughter leading the trip with a mother on it. Who Lauren is shows part of who Cindy is as well- she has done such a great job with who Lauren is. Blessed also to see Lauren in action, see what breaks her heart, see the things down here and allowing God to speak in and through her. She is a dear soul that made the team special.
Jeni- Smile. This woman smiles with her whole heart and is just wonderful. Her heart is so good. She has a tender heart and has a light inside her that refuses to go out. The kids ministry at Eagle Brook gave the kids glow bracelets to remind them to be the light in a world of darkness and Amy has been that person on this trip.
Laura- Soft/ Gentle. The gentle heart and spirit of Laura is beautiful. I am thrilled to know she is going into education. I love it. I think it's great. Just what God made her to do.
Carly- Joy. She brought laughter and fun and heart into everything she did this week. She is beautiful inside and out. I loved how God brought her to the wound clinic and in the work with the elderly to affirm what she should be doing for her vocation.
Jerrilynn- Surrender/Courageous. There are many things that could have kept Jerrilynn in Minnesota that were going to be challenges for the week- heat, driving, new places, new and different food... a host of things that could have prevented her from serving, but they didn't. She loved on babies, helped with water trucks, worked through motion sickness, and immersed herself in shining a light to the people in Haiti.
Lauren- Called. It almost doesn't need explanation. Lauren is doing exactly what she is meant to do and I loved watching how God uses people, but specifically her. She is such a phenomenal person and I pray for direction for her to see exactly where God wants to use her.
Jenn- There aren't words for who this special lady is to me. Having experienced twice Haiti with Jenn, she just makes my heart happy. After our first trip, she had said that she was coming back- she was going to lead and it moves me to tears how she has been obedient. God is doing some really great things in and through her in her obedience. I love it. I love her.
As for me, I can walk away from this week purposeful. Last trip, I was not ready to go back home because it didn't feel as though we did enough-- I didn't fix it all-- I didn't make it all better and I had no idea how I could make it better or where to go from here. This time, I have direction. I am leaving with purpose and direction, knowing like I said yesterday, that it isn't permanent. I didn't even know if I would be back ever again a year and a half ago and this time- absolutely. I promised Ronaldo I would be back for him. And Wilson, Nick, Brunet, Maxim, and for the babies of my heart down here- Daphne, Danah, and my self named Max in Cite Soleil. I immediately thought of this one song... the title escapes me, but the chorus says-- "All I know is I'm not home yet... this is not where I belong." It really speaks to being in our temporary home of this Earth, but in many ways, this rings true for being here and being in Minnesota. Minnesota is where my family and the rest of my life is but Haiti is where I find the purest form of a connection with God.
All I know is I'm not home yet.... soon to be where the babies of my body are. Dreaming dreams as I go home with a purpose. Thank you to God does not seem quite adequate, but my heart is so full. My soul is refreshed. My spirit renewed. Glwa pou Bondye. (Glory to God)
~Kristi
Our day started earlier yesterday with breakfast and then we drove up to Titanyen for church at Grace Village. My word of the day initially was going to be Free. The kids were amazing. Their hearts for God are so good and pure. There is nothing that is self conscious or cares about what other people think. I love the kids programming at my church because it has led both of my children to Christ and has continued to foster their faith in a way that fits them. That said, these kids sat through a full church service for two hours, both in worship and in listening to FanFan preach. He spoke on Mark 9:35: Jesus sat down and called the twelve disciples tohim. He said, "Whoever wants to be the most important must make others moreimportant than themselves. They must serve everone else." Almost all of the service was in Creole so I wasn't able to pull out what he said, but know he had the attention of all the children. I've said all week to the team off and on that things make my heart happy. Seeing FanFan lead a service... my heart is so full. God gives us each gifts-- and my goodness, has He done such a wonderful job with developing FanFan's. I had a couple of babies fall asleep on my lap and another doing my hair from the seat behind me. Why not, right? After the service, we didn't spend a lot of time, but I was able to get a photo with my Ronaldo. I just love him. He is my boy at Grace Village. So sweet. We then took a drive up the mountain. I love this drive. God's creativity did not miss Haiti. The mountain is gorgeous. We took in shopping on our way. I have a hard time with bartering in some ways, but also really like it in others. The creativity of these people is amazing.
In all of our words of the day, I was thinking of words for my team as we finish out the week...
Jake- gentle giant. He had a way with the kids. The babies just clung to him.
Renae- Special. What a heart this woman has for the kids as well. She was so special. Just a look or touch from her made the days of the babies.
Diane- Transparent. This woman is so wonderful. She says what is on her heart and mind. She is blunt, but not to a fault or that is hurtful in any way. What I appreciate about Diane is she is an essential activator had heart. She sees something that she doesn't like, and moves. There are two kids and a woman in need of a matress. Not to worry. Diane is on it. Beautiful heart. I loved watching the progression in her through the week.
Amy: Godsend. Amy was a late addition to the team and she is amazing. What a heart. What a blessing. A bosom friend. Confidant. Pure in heart. Purposeful here in Haiti. I love her.
Bob- There isn't just one word for Bob. So many have excuses for why they can't come, can't do something, just can't. Bob is amazing. He is wonderful for how he communicates without words sometimes, and makes our lives special by being in it.
Cindy- Blessed. As a mom, it has been interesting to watch Cindy and Lauren together- a daughter leading the trip with a mother on it. Who Lauren is shows part of who Cindy is as well- she has done such a great job with who Lauren is. Blessed also to see Lauren in action, see what breaks her heart, see the things down here and allowing God to speak in and through her. She is a dear soul that made the team special.
Jeni- Smile. This woman smiles with her whole heart and is just wonderful. Her heart is so good. She has a tender heart and has a light inside her that refuses to go out. The kids ministry at Eagle Brook gave the kids glow bracelets to remind them to be the light in a world of darkness and Amy has been that person on this trip.
Laura- Soft/ Gentle. The gentle heart and spirit of Laura is beautiful. I am thrilled to know she is going into education. I love it. I think it's great. Just what God made her to do.
Carly- Joy. She brought laughter and fun and heart into everything she did this week. She is beautiful inside and out. I loved how God brought her to the wound clinic and in the work with the elderly to affirm what she should be doing for her vocation.
Jerrilynn- Surrender/Courageous. There are many things that could have kept Jerrilynn in Minnesota that were going to be challenges for the week- heat, driving, new places, new and different food... a host of things that could have prevented her from serving, but they didn't. She loved on babies, helped with water trucks, worked through motion sickness, and immersed herself in shining a light to the people in Haiti.
Lauren- Called. It almost doesn't need explanation. Lauren is doing exactly what she is meant to do and I loved watching how God uses people, but specifically her. She is such a phenomenal person and I pray for direction for her to see exactly where God wants to use her.
Jenn- There aren't words for who this special lady is to me. Having experienced twice Haiti with Jenn, she just makes my heart happy. After our first trip, she had said that she was coming back- she was going to lead and it moves me to tears how she has been obedient. God is doing some really great things in and through her in her obedience. I love it. I love her.
As for me, I can walk away from this week purposeful. Last trip, I was not ready to go back home because it didn't feel as though we did enough-- I didn't fix it all-- I didn't make it all better and I had no idea how I could make it better or where to go from here. This time, I have direction. I am leaving with purpose and direction, knowing like I said yesterday, that it isn't permanent. I didn't even know if I would be back ever again a year and a half ago and this time- absolutely. I promised Ronaldo I would be back for him. And Wilson, Nick, Brunet, Maxim, and for the babies of my heart down here- Daphne, Danah, and my self named Max in Cite Soleil. I immediately thought of this one song... the title escapes me, but the chorus says-- "All I know is I'm not home yet... this is not where I belong." It really speaks to being in our temporary home of this Earth, but in many ways, this rings true for being here and being in Minnesota. Minnesota is where my family and the rest of my life is but Haiti is where I find the purest form of a connection with God.
All I know is I'm not home yet.... soon to be where the babies of my body are. Dreaming dreams as I go home with a purpose. Thank you to God does not seem quite adequate, but my heart is so full. My soul is refreshed. My spirit renewed. Glwa pou Bondye. (Glory to God)
~Kristi
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Day 6: Home
I've had the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" stuck in my head off and on all day. Goodness. (see previous post for reference).
I honestly woke up with the same migraine I had gone to bed with last night. When/ if I get a headache I get a headache. After writing a bit, resting and just taking things a little slowly to start the day, I went in my room and had a talk with God about how the day was going to go- with or without this going on. I just wanted to know in case... turns out, it was to be without a headache for the day. I can't tell you how thankful and happy it makes my heart to not have a migraine.
Our day consisted of preparing and bringing the orphans of Grace Village to the beach. Not a small task mind you as they out numbered us 44 to 11 team members-- I am thankful for Tory (?sp of her name- I just know she's fantastic), our three Haitian boys, Mickey, Jule, and FanFan for bringing up the number. Once we got to Grace Village, there was the process of getting all the kids and people loaded onto the taptap and bus that had been hired to drive us. Our first stop? Completely full beach. Not necessarily the safest environment for the kids with so many of them versus so few of us. We just kept driving, stopping a few times, praying all the way, and then finding a private beach that would let us come in for what we inteded to pay. My family used to road trip a lot, and it reminded me a little of our quest for a hotel on our Michigan trip, only add 40 more children, 20 degrees, very little breeze, and a Haitian landscape. Also different? Spontaneous worship of the 30 kids on the bus. There aren't words sufficient to describe the faith and the moment of having kids break out in song singing literally Glory to God.
Our beach time was mostly like any other- just with more kids to watch over. It felt a bit like my summer camp days in many ways and I now understand the stress the adults had of making certain we all came out of the water. The kids had a great time with the floaties and various water toys we had along with. I mostly pretended to be a lifeguard of sorts- holding the line of how far out they could go and setting kids back on solid ground when they went out farther than they though for depth. It was much more comfortable for me to supervise the play rather than engage in it, and wonderful knowing others were doing the same thing on the beach and a Bob, Tory, and I in the water. We had lunches packed for the kids, and after eating and a little more play time, we made our way back to Grace Village.
Haiti wouldn't be the same without a flat tire I am coming to realize. The bus got a flat not quite half way back to Grace Village. We pulled over to the side of the road without any water, food, or much of anything "to do" by American standards. What amazes me is the kids. They listened and behaved and took care of each other so well. There is very little fighting or even bickering between them and they were helping each other dress at the beach after swimming. After about an hour and a half, we were once again on our way- having had the taptap come back for us. I am still amazed and laugh a little at how many people the Haitians are used to having crammed into one of these things. We weren't even close to full with the kids by Haitian standards, but my goodness, by American standards? Very crowded and not the smoothest of roads. I felt like I was continually falling on Nick (which is probably better than the two boys sitting next to me as I stood). I wish I could bring back the "go with the flow" of Haiti into my every day life. Beach is too crowded? That's ok. We just keep driving. Flat tire? That's ok. We'll have a game of keep away. Thirsty kids? There's a roadside stop with water bags available to purchase. Get somewhere late? We're on Haiti time- when I get there I'll get there. A small car could fit in some of the pot holes (using that loosely) here.
Home: I am feeling as if it's ok to leave here because I'll be back to my second home in Haiti again sooner rather than later again this time. Home. Haiti feels like a home here. It's where God meets me, meets us, and does some really great things. Home. I am still choked up that Grace Village is home to the orphans. They have one finally. Home. While I miss my Caribou, it will be a while before I am able to do some things again... and maybe that is what I give up. The money I spend on coffee could be so much better utilized down here. Conviction of stewardship is coming back strong this time. Home. I miss my kids. I have seen Chase and Chloe in each of the kids here- each day has shown a child that reminded me of both of them and I want little else than to see them.... perfection of sorts would be to have them here with me, but not yet.
Song of the day: Strong Enough by Matthew West
I know I'm not strong enough to be
everything that I'm supposed to be
I give up
I'm not stong enough
Hands of mercy won't you cover me
Lord right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
For the both of us
Thank You Lord for making us strong. Making us able to do work. Providing enough for the day. Stretching us to do what is uncomfortable here to bring You glory and fulfill what you have created us for. My heart is so full of thanks, praise, and glory in what you have done in us, through us, and will continue to do as we return home. May we each keep what you have shown our hearts and minds. I pray each of us will be moved to action, myself in need of the most help, for what breaks your heart. I love and praise you Lord.
Amen and Amen.
See you at home.
~Kristi
I honestly woke up with the same migraine I had gone to bed with last night. When/ if I get a headache I get a headache. After writing a bit, resting and just taking things a little slowly to start the day, I went in my room and had a talk with God about how the day was going to go- with or without this going on. I just wanted to know in case... turns out, it was to be without a headache for the day. I can't tell you how thankful and happy it makes my heart to not have a migraine.
Our day consisted of preparing and bringing the orphans of Grace Village to the beach. Not a small task mind you as they out numbered us 44 to 11 team members-- I am thankful for Tory (?sp of her name- I just know she's fantastic), our three Haitian boys, Mickey, Jule, and FanFan for bringing up the number. Once we got to Grace Village, there was the process of getting all the kids and people loaded onto the taptap and bus that had been hired to drive us. Our first stop? Completely full beach. Not necessarily the safest environment for the kids with so many of them versus so few of us. We just kept driving, stopping a few times, praying all the way, and then finding a private beach that would let us come in for what we inteded to pay. My family used to road trip a lot, and it reminded me a little of our quest for a hotel on our Michigan trip, only add 40 more children, 20 degrees, very little breeze, and a Haitian landscape. Also different? Spontaneous worship of the 30 kids on the bus. There aren't words sufficient to describe the faith and the moment of having kids break out in song singing literally Glory to God.
Our beach time was mostly like any other- just with more kids to watch over. It felt a bit like my summer camp days in many ways and I now understand the stress the adults had of making certain we all came out of the water. The kids had a great time with the floaties and various water toys we had along with. I mostly pretended to be a lifeguard of sorts- holding the line of how far out they could go and setting kids back on solid ground when they went out farther than they though for depth. It was much more comfortable for me to supervise the play rather than engage in it, and wonderful knowing others were doing the same thing on the beach and a Bob, Tory, and I in the water. We had lunches packed for the kids, and after eating and a little more play time, we made our way back to Grace Village.
Haiti wouldn't be the same without a flat tire I am coming to realize. The bus got a flat not quite half way back to Grace Village. We pulled over to the side of the road without any water, food, or much of anything "to do" by American standards. What amazes me is the kids. They listened and behaved and took care of each other so well. There is very little fighting or even bickering between them and they were helping each other dress at the beach after swimming. After about an hour and a half, we were once again on our way- having had the taptap come back for us. I am still amazed and laugh a little at how many people the Haitians are used to having crammed into one of these things. We weren't even close to full with the kids by Haitian standards, but my goodness, by American standards? Very crowded and not the smoothest of roads. I felt like I was continually falling on Nick (which is probably better than the two boys sitting next to me as I stood). I wish I could bring back the "go with the flow" of Haiti into my every day life. Beach is too crowded? That's ok. We just keep driving. Flat tire? That's ok. We'll have a game of keep away. Thirsty kids? There's a roadside stop with water bags available to purchase. Get somewhere late? We're on Haiti time- when I get there I'll get there. A small car could fit in some of the pot holes (using that loosely) here.
Home: I am feeling as if it's ok to leave here because I'll be back to my second home in Haiti again sooner rather than later again this time. Home. Haiti feels like a home here. It's where God meets me, meets us, and does some really great things. Home. I am still choked up that Grace Village is home to the orphans. They have one finally. Home. While I miss my Caribou, it will be a while before I am able to do some things again... and maybe that is what I give up. The money I spend on coffee could be so much better utilized down here. Conviction of stewardship is coming back strong this time. Home. I miss my kids. I have seen Chase and Chloe in each of the kids here- each day has shown a child that reminded me of both of them and I want little else than to see them.... perfection of sorts would be to have them here with me, but not yet.
Song of the day: Strong Enough by Matthew West
I know I'm not strong enough to be
everything that I'm supposed to be
I give up
I'm not stong enough
Hands of mercy won't you cover me
Lord right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
For the both of us
Thank You Lord for making us strong. Making us able to do work. Providing enough for the day. Stretching us to do what is uncomfortable here to bring You glory and fulfill what you have created us for. My heart is so full of thanks, praise, and glory in what you have done in us, through us, and will continue to do as we return home. May we each keep what you have shown our hearts and minds. I pray each of us will be moved to action, myself in need of the most help, for what breaks your heart. I love and praise you Lord.
Amen and Amen.
See you at home.
~Kristi
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Day 5: Dream
Many days, my blogs come through as a way to just communicate my heart and mind- a part of the process. Today, my words come from a distict prayer for strength and courage to speak out loud (on paper) pieces that have been on my heart for a long time.
Our day started in Cite Soleil. We made two stops with the water truck. The weather has been really warm down here. While this doesn't bother me, it has been too warm for some on the team at times. More importantly though, it is too warm for the Haitians. Having every so often been in a period of need on an American level, I understand to some degree the panic that sets in when you have no idea when the next provision will come. For them, it was water. The first stop we made was more desperate than they had been on Tuesday for water. I don't know why outside of the rain factor that would impact this for these people. "Respekte liy lan" (respect the line) was a common phrase we were saying today, and at times shouting a bit to be heard. Liy Lan ended up being the shortened form of it.... but this is where I have a huge amount of grace and patience. To not know or understand or have fear of not having enough is exceptionally difficult to wade through, especially with children. I have never been in want like they have, but I have feared how I was going to be able to take care of my children in these years of single motherhood. I climbed onto the top of the water truck to gain additional photos of the landscape in some ways. Our second stop was Cite 17. This was my first stop here in Haiti in the field a year and a half ago. Cite 17 is really hard for everyone simply because you see homes built on trash. There is a trash walk of sorts bringing you out to the coast line. The poverty is overwhelming, but at the same time, you see and experience each child being so selfless. They get so concerned about where we're stepping or if we get dirty that they try to clean us off. I have noticed this now twice at this stop in particular. It is amazing these children. There is so much more that could be said, and perhaps should be said, but it is almost impossible to describe the people versus the surroundings adequately.
After the two water truck deliveries, we had time to go for a quick swim in the pool. I was able to connect with Jenn for a bit today and in this connection, speak about what Haiti has meant and what I am leaving with my second time down here. Jenn told me of this book she read- the Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkenson. It is an essential parable of a man who has been given this dream and is told by many he cannot and should not persue this dream. Instead, he does just that, overcoming obstacles and on his own. (Ironically or not so much, I read the words to Oh The Places You'll Go this morning too. For real.) I told her of some of my dreams and things I hope to bring to Haiti- making things to go in the TapTap to make it at least a little more comfortable, figuring out how to be specific in raising funds for the water truck, self-sufficiency at the guesthouse or at Grace Village or in the community of Titanyen. Ideas. I ws telling her of dreams that scare me for what they could mean back home. Since high school, it has been on my heart to build an orphanage. I don't know the need. I don't know the legalities. I know nothing outside of this burning to see to it that every child has a bed, a meal, clothes, and a chance for opportunity to change what may otherwise be a pre-destined outcome of living on the streets. I have this gut feeling that while there are really great people that have done just this, that there are many more who are without these basic needs being met. Seeing where the children live here, I can no longer sit back and be ok with children at home having nothing when we have so much and so many ways to fix that problem. There is not a way for me to change the housing of the probably thousands of children in Cite Soleil. I refuse to believe children in Minnesota have to live the same way.
Our day finished out with a trip to the Home for Sick and Dying, dinner, a trip to market for a few, and word of the day. I talked with a mother, through Wilson, at the Home for Sick and Dying and heard her story. It is one that we would or could be quick to judge, but at the same time, I found myself telling her she was a good mother and clearly cared for her children to even be at the Home for Sick and Dying. Little Daphne was so cute-- under weight and very small for being 18 months, but this momma made my heart happy to be doing something about it.
I don't often share the words of other teammates, but have to share this great story. One of the team woke up feeling really sick and essentially hurting. She was looking to still go out- really feeling like she was supposed to- but praying for how she was going to be able to. A group of us prayed over her- asking for God to remove where the devil may be getting in-- also for a host of angels to come down and protect and heal her- remove where she was unwell and during the prayer, her stomach no longer hurt. She took medication with her for the rest of the day, and she was fine the rest of the day. God can work miracles. God can send His angels down. God can do anything. Anything. Amazing what God will do. I still recognize the answer sometimes is no, but I don't doubt the goodness of God to bring about the desires of His children if we ask and it is part of His good and perfect plan. God is so good.
The song yesterday was "Take my life and let it be... all for You and for Your glory. Take my life and let it be Yours. Glory to God. Glory to God...." God, we give you glory and praise and honor for miracles worked, healing performed, broken hearts, teams that grow close, hugs and comfort as we walk through what you're trying to teach us here, and dreams that are given that you don't let die. In all these things, let us constantly strive to do your will and have the courage to step out boldly knowing You qualify the called not call the qualified. Your Word speaks to that over and over. Please continue to move in and through us as we finish out our week here.
Take my life and let it be all for You and Your glory.
Amen and Amen.
Our day started in Cite Soleil. We made two stops with the water truck. The weather has been really warm down here. While this doesn't bother me, it has been too warm for some on the team at times. More importantly though, it is too warm for the Haitians. Having every so often been in a period of need on an American level, I understand to some degree the panic that sets in when you have no idea when the next provision will come. For them, it was water. The first stop we made was more desperate than they had been on Tuesday for water. I don't know why outside of the rain factor that would impact this for these people. "Respekte liy lan" (respect the line) was a common phrase we were saying today, and at times shouting a bit to be heard. Liy Lan ended up being the shortened form of it.... but this is where I have a huge amount of grace and patience. To not know or understand or have fear of not having enough is exceptionally difficult to wade through, especially with children. I have never been in want like they have, but I have feared how I was going to be able to take care of my children in these years of single motherhood. I climbed onto the top of the water truck to gain additional photos of the landscape in some ways. Our second stop was Cite 17. This was my first stop here in Haiti in the field a year and a half ago. Cite 17 is really hard for everyone simply because you see homes built on trash. There is a trash walk of sorts bringing you out to the coast line. The poverty is overwhelming, but at the same time, you see and experience each child being so selfless. They get so concerned about where we're stepping or if we get dirty that they try to clean us off. I have noticed this now twice at this stop in particular. It is amazing these children. There is so much more that could be said, and perhaps should be said, but it is almost impossible to describe the people versus the surroundings adequately.
After the two water truck deliveries, we had time to go for a quick swim in the pool. I was able to connect with Jenn for a bit today and in this connection, speak about what Haiti has meant and what I am leaving with my second time down here. Jenn told me of this book she read- the Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkenson. It is an essential parable of a man who has been given this dream and is told by many he cannot and should not persue this dream. Instead, he does just that, overcoming obstacles and on his own. (Ironically or not so much, I read the words to Oh The Places You'll Go this morning too. For real.) I told her of some of my dreams and things I hope to bring to Haiti- making things to go in the TapTap to make it at least a little more comfortable, figuring out how to be specific in raising funds for the water truck, self-sufficiency at the guesthouse or at Grace Village or in the community of Titanyen. Ideas. I ws telling her of dreams that scare me for what they could mean back home. Since high school, it has been on my heart to build an orphanage. I don't know the need. I don't know the legalities. I know nothing outside of this burning to see to it that every child has a bed, a meal, clothes, and a chance for opportunity to change what may otherwise be a pre-destined outcome of living on the streets. I have this gut feeling that while there are really great people that have done just this, that there are many more who are without these basic needs being met. Seeing where the children live here, I can no longer sit back and be ok with children at home having nothing when we have so much and so many ways to fix that problem. There is not a way for me to change the housing of the probably thousands of children in Cite Soleil. I refuse to believe children in Minnesota have to live the same way.
Our day finished out with a trip to the Home for Sick and Dying, dinner, a trip to market for a few, and word of the day. I talked with a mother, through Wilson, at the Home for Sick and Dying and heard her story. It is one that we would or could be quick to judge, but at the same time, I found myself telling her she was a good mother and clearly cared for her children to even be at the Home for Sick and Dying. Little Daphne was so cute-- under weight and very small for being 18 months, but this momma made my heart happy to be doing something about it.
I don't often share the words of other teammates, but have to share this great story. One of the team woke up feeling really sick and essentially hurting. She was looking to still go out- really feeling like she was supposed to- but praying for how she was going to be able to. A group of us prayed over her- asking for God to remove where the devil may be getting in-- also for a host of angels to come down and protect and heal her- remove where she was unwell and during the prayer, her stomach no longer hurt. She took medication with her for the rest of the day, and she was fine the rest of the day. God can work miracles. God can send His angels down. God can do anything. Anything. Amazing what God will do. I still recognize the answer sometimes is no, but I don't doubt the goodness of God to bring about the desires of His children if we ask and it is part of His good and perfect plan. God is so good.
The song yesterday was "Take my life and let it be... all for You and for Your glory. Take my life and let it be Yours. Glory to God. Glory to God...." God, we give you glory and praise and honor for miracles worked, healing performed, broken hearts, teams that grow close, hugs and comfort as we walk through what you're trying to teach us here, and dreams that are given that you don't let die. In all these things, let us constantly strive to do your will and have the courage to step out boldly knowing You qualify the called not call the qualified. Your Word speaks to that over and over. Please continue to move in and through us as we finish out our week here.
Take my life and let it be all for You and Your glory.
Amen and Amen.
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