Well, I think some of us need to be reminded of that every once in a while. It can bring PERSPECTIVE to our minds and hearts. (Yes, perspective is my word for the year. KLOVE was challenging people at the beginning of the year to pick a word to reflect on, learn, and apply, and God led me to that one. So if you get sick of me saying it, well, forgive me. It's just my word.)
First of all, cleanse your spiritual palate with this: If you were the only soul on earth, Jesus would have died for you and you alone. He loves you that much, so in a sense His passion was about you and all about you.
That being stated and applied, let's dig into the entree . . .
"We do violence to the Biblical revelation when we 'use' it for what we can get out of it or what we think will provide color and spice to our otherwise bland lives. That results in a kid of 'boutique spirituality' - God as decoration, God as enhancement. The Samuel narrative will not allow that. As we submit our lives to what we read, we find that we are not being led to see God in our stories but to see our stories in God's. God is the larger context and plot in which our stories take place." (From Introduction to 1 Samuel, the Message Bible by Eugene Peterson)
I think it's important to remember this. If we are growing and becoming more mature in Christ's love, our prayers should increasingly move from "God help me today with . . ." to "God, can I be a part of what you're working on today?" Do we ask for help? Yes and always. Isn't that why God is here? Yes, but not in totality. He's here to minister to you, but also to equip you to be a minister to others.
Eugene Peterson's words struck me this morning because I feel like I've been exposed to some very self-centered people lately, and I need to resist the urge to smack them. (I know that's hard for you to imagine, but you just might not have met that side of me yet. And if you're reading this, I'm probably not referring to you, so don't get all insecure on me, now.) And while I was underlining that paragraph in my Bible, I got to thinking that sometimes I can be that way too. I can self-seekingly read the Bible for what's in it for me, rather than for a greater understanding of how I fit into the context of God and His story of redemption and radical restoration. It doesn't revolve around me, but I am an integral piece.
Balance . . .
I recently did a Beth Moore study with my girlfriends (love you, Sisters!), and this was something she prefaced in the beginning. She said, not every study we do has to be ABOUT us in order for us to gain increased Bible knowledge and grow spiritually. It was great to hear that from her, because she is very applicational by nature. But, once again, when we read it or study it or learn it, we have to get to the point where we value it as the precious words of the Almighty Creator and Savior, regardless of whether or not we see our names written on the page. (And I know you've been there, too!)
So today, look yourself in the mirror and repeat these words: "It's not all about you!" And today after you ask the Giver of all good things to bless you and help you with your agenda, try asking Him this, too: "Jesus, would you give me the honor of helping You with Your important agenda?"
And then hold on tight, because I think it's a prayer He'll enjoying answering for you . . .
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Not to be sold or exchanged
Ok, so I told my friend Stacey last night that I finally feel like I am functioning again after returning from Haiti. I was in such culture shock for a couple weeks that I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd find myself wondering what I should be doing and then get zapped back to reality and say, "Oh, maybe I should do some laundry." You know, stuff that usually came automatically wasn't because I just had so much to process.
And after pondering and praying, I have something I'd like to share with all of you . . .
I can't stop thinking about the best ways to continue to help Haiti, but in so many ways the corruption of their government makes it somewhat difficult. Our team spent thousands of dollars (American dollars) on food to distribute, but the bags of beans and rice we purchased had originally been donated by the US. They said (in English, not Creole) "Product of USA - Not to be sold or exchanged" right on the bag! They were meant to be GIVEN to the hungry people of Haiti, but instead were taken to warehouses and stores by the government or wealthy "bourgeois".
I read this verse while pondering this conundrum on the airplane back to Pittsburgh:
"You're a hard-hearted bunch and hard to help.
I'm ready to help you right now.
Deliverance is not a long-range plan.
Salvation isn't on hold."
- Isaiah 46:12-13(MSG)
But don't we all find ourselves rebellious and hard-hearted at some point in our lives? Maybe it's before we come to God, maybe even it's after we've known Jesus for years. We'll resist His free grace and ignore His plan for our lives. Or perhaps the free forgiveness He provides is sometimes exactly the thing some people end up extorting and trying to "sell." The favor of God is NOT FOR SALE. His grace is not to be stored up in the warehouses of our churches or holy clubs, but it is intended to be distributed free-of-charge and without limit.
May we receive God's free gift today. Let it wash over us afresh. Open your hands to receive it. And then be sure to GIVE it away. Share it freely with people around you who are starving for His mercy and forgiveness and love. Do not hoard. Do not extort. Do not sell it for penance or shame. Give the free gift for free.
And please keep praying for Haiti and so much of our world who are in desperate need. Pray that we will find creative ways to love them despite the difficulty. God didn't give up on us when we were "hard to help". He still sent Jesus, and He continues to draw people to Himself with the sweet offer of His free liberation from sin and death. As His followers, may we persevere as well.
And after pondering and praying, I have something I'd like to share with all of you . . .
I can't stop thinking about the best ways to continue to help Haiti, but in so many ways the corruption of their government makes it somewhat difficult. Our team spent thousands of dollars (American dollars) on food to distribute, but the bags of beans and rice we purchased had originally been donated by the US. They said (in English, not Creole) "Product of USA - Not to be sold or exchanged" right on the bag! They were meant to be GIVEN to the hungry people of Haiti, but instead were taken to warehouses and stores by the government or wealthy "bourgeois".
I read this verse while pondering this conundrum on the airplane back to Pittsburgh:
"You're a hard-hearted bunch and hard to help.
I'm ready to help you right now.
Deliverance is not a long-range plan.
Salvation isn't on hold."
- Isaiah 46:12-13(MSG)
But don't we all find ourselves rebellious and hard-hearted at some point in our lives? Maybe it's before we come to God, maybe even it's after we've known Jesus for years. We'll resist His free grace and ignore His plan for our lives. Or perhaps the free forgiveness He provides is sometimes exactly the thing some people end up extorting and trying to "sell." The favor of God is NOT FOR SALE. His grace is not to be stored up in the warehouses of our churches or holy clubs, but it is intended to be distributed free-of-charge and without limit.
May we receive God's free gift today. Let it wash over us afresh. Open your hands to receive it. And then be sure to GIVE it away. Share it freely with people around you who are starving for His mercy and forgiveness and love. Do not hoard. Do not extort. Do not sell it for penance or shame. Give the free gift for free.
And please keep praying for Haiti and so much of our world who are in desperate need. Pray that we will find creative ways to love them despite the difficulty. God didn't give up on us when we were "hard to help". He still sent Jesus, and He continues to draw people to Himself with the sweet offer of His free liberation from sin and death. As His followers, may we persevere as well.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
about the rest of my trip
Hi, Friends.
I haven't been able to finish blogging about the last two days of my trip for several reasons, including not wanting to waste a moment with the people by sitting in front of the computer screen, not knowing how to summarize everything, and not wanting it to be over. So, it's Saturday now, and I've come to grips, caught up with my family time, and even squeezed in a few loads of laundry (LOL!). I know there are some things I still want to tell you about Haiti, though, so thanks for being patient with me.
On Sunday night we had somewhat of a slumber party - a few of the girls got to come to the hotel with us for the night and we played Haitian card games and laughed more than I thought possible. Ruth braided my hair into 6 braids, which turned out to be much cooler on Monday as we did VBS in 80 degrees under the blazing sun.
My arms were sore on Monday after puppet-ing, but it was so wonderful to meet all of the children today who normally come to school at the mission. Since the earthquake they have not been able to come because of the collapse of the dorm, but Emmanuel is determined to start up classes again in the next week or so, I think under the tarp where we held VBS. At least these 100 kids will have a school again. That's much more than I can say about hundreds of thousands of other children in Port au Prince. For whatever reason, be it poor construction or random chance, 90% of all schools from elementary schools to colleges were completely destroyed, so the children haven't had anywhere to go during the day. I saw many children just sitting next to their parents' road-side "stands" (which was really just sitting on the concrete or maybe a stool if you're lucky, and selling out of a basket or off of a blanket or sheet, probably the same sheet you slept under last night), as they tried to sell some food or produce or whatever wares they had to sell. All in all, I come away with the knowledge that those associated with the Greater Works Mission are blessed by the Lord. It is a testament to His goodness and their faithfulness to serve Him.
We had a lot of give-aways at VBS including candy, big blue punch balloons, lunch, a big bag of food for each child (some older siblings had to carry 2, which was barely manageable), foamy animal masks, and other little toys. We watched the end of the line coming and there was one little girl left in line and guess how many toys we had left on the table - that's right one - we had exactly enough! Talk about your loaves and fishes! It was such a joy to bless them, I cannot even express the fullness in my heart to see their smiles and know how thankful they were for a simple trinket!
Monday evening was a riot - I played war again with the little girls. They would say "won, tuu, tree!" and slap down their cards. We would call out the winner's name as she took the cards and do it all over again - so fun! When I won they would call "Wobeen!" LOL! Another slumber party on Monday night, but I was so zonked that I fell asleep in my clothes and didn't make it next door where the girls were. oh well . . .
Tuesday was a sad day of good-byes. Many of the girls, young and old made drawings or wrote letters for me, saying they love me and will miss me and they hope I will come back to Haiti soon. I asked them what they would like me to bring if I could come back, and they said, first - more Bibles! After that, they wanted dresses for church, earrings, make-up and perfume - typical young girls! How I wish I could give them everything they dream of! I encouraged them to read their Bibles each day and asked if they had ever read all of it - cover to cover. They said no and I gave them my schpeal about reading 4 chapters a day and getting through it in a year. They were hanging on every word - so precious. They really are hungry for serving God and knowing Him more. We have so much in common, my new sisters and me.
After peeling myself from their arms and getting into the truck as I wiped away the tears that just would not stop, we made our bumpy way to the airport and I got another glimpse at extreme poverty as we drove by sewage-scented tent neighborhoods, thousands of people standing on the streets, no jobs to work and no homes to clean, despair and hunger filling their eyes.
The plane ride to Miami was quiet - we were all quite reflective and somber. Upon our arrival, however, we became giddy with exhaustion and managed to draw looks all around the airport as we laughed at everything and nothing at all. We were stopped at a bathroom for a potty break and saw another team who had been in Haiti on mission too. Laura came out of the bathroom and said "Wow, it sure is nice flush the toilet without having to fill a bucket and dump it down!" Someone from the other team said, "You had buckets?!" LOL for about 10 minutes straight!
And I continued to find it hard to adjust as I indulged in simple pleasures like a soft bed and pillow, a hot shower, and scented lotion. While I was and continue to be thankful for so much, it's also hard to be constantly reminded that we take so much for granted and I'd love to be able to give it all to my new friends and family in Haiti. I've gained a new appreciation for things like smooth roads with yellow lines and traffic signs, carpet and rugs, water that comes out of the faucet that you can run your toothbrush under, my washing machine and dryer, electricity that doesn't cause the air to reek of diesel, and a refrigerator full of food to feed my kids.
So what now? Prayer.
Would you pray with me for Haiti? The devastation is far from over, and they are still in so much need of our help and love. They are hungry for Jesus, and we need to authentically demonstrate His grace and power through our giving and going.
Would you pray for God's direction for me? I have an idea of what comes next, but I could use increasing clarity.
Thank you and I love you with the Love Jesus keeps pouring into my heart by the power of His mercy and provision.
I haven't been able to finish blogging about the last two days of my trip for several reasons, including not wanting to waste a moment with the people by sitting in front of the computer screen, not knowing how to summarize everything, and not wanting it to be over. So, it's Saturday now, and I've come to grips, caught up with my family time, and even squeezed in a few loads of laundry (LOL!). I know there are some things I still want to tell you about Haiti, though, so thanks for being patient with me.
On Sunday night we had somewhat of a slumber party - a few of the girls got to come to the hotel with us for the night and we played Haitian card games and laughed more than I thought possible. Ruth braided my hair into 6 braids, which turned out to be much cooler on Monday as we did VBS in 80 degrees under the blazing sun.
My arms were sore on Monday after puppet-ing, but it was so wonderful to meet all of the children today who normally come to school at the mission. Since the earthquake they have not been able to come because of the collapse of the dorm, but Emmanuel is determined to start up classes again in the next week or so, I think under the tarp where we held VBS. At least these 100 kids will have a school again. That's much more than I can say about hundreds of thousands of other children in Port au Prince. For whatever reason, be it poor construction or random chance, 90% of all schools from elementary schools to colleges were completely destroyed, so the children haven't had anywhere to go during the day. I saw many children just sitting next to their parents' road-side "stands" (which was really just sitting on the concrete or maybe a stool if you're lucky, and selling out of a basket or off of a blanket or sheet, probably the same sheet you slept under last night), as they tried to sell some food or produce or whatever wares they had to sell. All in all, I come away with the knowledge that those associated with the Greater Works Mission are blessed by the Lord. It is a testament to His goodness and their faithfulness to serve Him.
We had a lot of give-aways at VBS including candy, big blue punch balloons, lunch, a big bag of food for each child (some older siblings had to carry 2, which was barely manageable), foamy animal masks, and other little toys. We watched the end of the line coming and there was one little girl left in line and guess how many toys we had left on the table - that's right one - we had exactly enough! Talk about your loaves and fishes! It was such a joy to bless them, I cannot even express the fullness in my heart to see their smiles and know how thankful they were for a simple trinket!
Monday evening was a riot - I played war again with the little girls. They would say "won, tuu, tree!" and slap down their cards. We would call out the winner's name as she took the cards and do it all over again - so fun! When I won they would call "Wobeen!" LOL! Another slumber party on Monday night, but I was so zonked that I fell asleep in my clothes and didn't make it next door where the girls were. oh well . . .
Tuesday was a sad day of good-byes. Many of the girls, young and old made drawings or wrote letters for me, saying they love me and will miss me and they hope I will come back to Haiti soon. I asked them what they would like me to bring if I could come back, and they said, first - more Bibles! After that, they wanted dresses for church, earrings, make-up and perfume - typical young girls! How I wish I could give them everything they dream of! I encouraged them to read their Bibles each day and asked if they had ever read all of it - cover to cover. They said no and I gave them my schpeal about reading 4 chapters a day and getting through it in a year. They were hanging on every word - so precious. They really are hungry for serving God and knowing Him more. We have so much in common, my new sisters and me.
After peeling myself from their arms and getting into the truck as I wiped away the tears that just would not stop, we made our bumpy way to the airport and I got another glimpse at extreme poverty as we drove by sewage-scented tent neighborhoods, thousands of people standing on the streets, no jobs to work and no homes to clean, despair and hunger filling their eyes.
The plane ride to Miami was quiet - we were all quite reflective and somber. Upon our arrival, however, we became giddy with exhaustion and managed to draw looks all around the airport as we laughed at everything and nothing at all. We were stopped at a bathroom for a potty break and saw another team who had been in Haiti on mission too. Laura came out of the bathroom and said "Wow, it sure is nice flush the toilet without having to fill a bucket and dump it down!" Someone from the other team said, "You had buckets?!" LOL for about 10 minutes straight!
And I continued to find it hard to adjust as I indulged in simple pleasures like a soft bed and pillow, a hot shower, and scented lotion. While I was and continue to be thankful for so much, it's also hard to be constantly reminded that we take so much for granted and I'd love to be able to give it all to my new friends and family in Haiti. I've gained a new appreciation for things like smooth roads with yellow lines and traffic signs, carpet and rugs, water that comes out of the faucet that you can run your toothbrush under, my washing machine and dryer, electricity that doesn't cause the air to reek of diesel, and a refrigerator full of food to feed my kids.
So what now? Prayer.
Would you pray with me for Haiti? The devastation is far from over, and they are still in so much need of our help and love. They are hungry for Jesus, and we need to authentically demonstrate His grace and power through our giving and going.
Would you pray for God's direction for me? I have an idea of what comes next, but I could use increasing clarity.
Thank you and I love you with the Love Jesus keeps pouring into my heart by the power of His mercy and provision.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
a powerful day
This morning I woke up very excited to go to church in Haiti. Our ride was over 30 minutes late, and Jim (team leader) was hesitant already to let us leave, but then they showed up and minds were eased.
The church was not far, and when we got there, they had seats reserved for Bob, me, and Jaun (pronounced Gina) up front with the pastors on the platform. How embarrassing! After worship, Pastor Simon introduced the guest missionary speaker (who is from CA) and then us. I got up and said a quick hello and gave our love from the United States. Pastor Simon was one of the guys I met last Wednesday, and he is a great man of God who loves his congregation. His church is closer to downtown than the mission, and his congregation was filled with over 500 people inside, and maybe 50 to 100 more outside (and that was just the first service). They had the microphones turned up super-loud, and they kept ringing, but the worship was AMAZING. They all stood with hands raised, and sang with all their might to the Lord who rescued their lives and their souls from great disaster. Their passion was palpable and I wish I could have bottled it to bring home to bless all of you. I was filled with joy and tears filled my eyes, though I understood few of the actual words. It truly was the presence of the Holy Spirit.
The main sanctuary was intact, but the school was severely damaged, and they cannot use it as of right now during the week for the children or for the Sunday School classes. I think Pastor Simon was upset because he knows that people can't come into the service, and they have to stand outside. There were several new guests, who stood at one point, and four people received Jesus as Lord for the first time today. People are hungry for Jesus here - they have seen first-hand what God can do, and they desire the God who is in control.
At one point Pastor Simon leaned over to me and said, "Don't forget us when you go back, please." I could never in a million years!!
I spoke with the missionaries when the service was over, and they were a blessing and joy to meet. I could tell that they have a heart for the people of Haiti and desire to help in the most effective way possible. They have been in France for 6 years, and last September, God called them to come back to Haiti, where they spent their first Missionary Term. After January 12, they knew exactly why He did so.
We also got to take a drive downtown after we got back to the hotel, and saw more of the devastation in the worst parts. I tried to take some pictures, but the Haitians don't really appreciate us taking pictures of them, and I desired to remain respectful. It was so terrible to see an entire city of little more than rubble. The poverty here is shocking, and we definitely saw people in extreme need and desparation.
On the way back to the mission, our driver told us that one of his friends died in the church near our hotel that collapsed (Church on the Rock) and that he was in class studying in Bible School to be a pastor. I couldn't hold my anger back and told God that I thought that was the wrong person to take. Who am I to question Him and His ways, but my tears of injustice and mourning would not stop from spilling out, and I had to stay in the truck for a while to compose myself. I'm sure the two of us will continue our conversation tonight before I go to sleep.
We prepared for our outreach tomorrow for the children who used to attend elementary school here in the mission (they are unable to now because of the building that collapsed). They will attend a one-day VBS and receive a bag of food as they leave. I am excited to do some kids ministry and am putting on my puppeteer hat in the morning. FUN FUN!
More love from Haiti!
The church was not far, and when we got there, they had seats reserved for Bob, me, and Jaun (pronounced Gina) up front with the pastors on the platform. How embarrassing! After worship, Pastor Simon introduced the guest missionary speaker (who is from CA) and then us. I got up and said a quick hello and gave our love from the United States. Pastor Simon was one of the guys I met last Wednesday, and he is a great man of God who loves his congregation. His church is closer to downtown than the mission, and his congregation was filled with over 500 people inside, and maybe 50 to 100 more outside (and that was just the first service). They had the microphones turned up super-loud, and they kept ringing, but the worship was AMAZING. They all stood with hands raised, and sang with all their might to the Lord who rescued their lives and their souls from great disaster. Their passion was palpable and I wish I could have bottled it to bring home to bless all of you. I was filled with joy and tears filled my eyes, though I understood few of the actual words. It truly was the presence of the Holy Spirit.
The main sanctuary was intact, but the school was severely damaged, and they cannot use it as of right now during the week for the children or for the Sunday School classes. I think Pastor Simon was upset because he knows that people can't come into the service, and they have to stand outside. There were several new guests, who stood at one point, and four people received Jesus as Lord for the first time today. People are hungry for Jesus here - they have seen first-hand what God can do, and they desire the God who is in control.
At one point Pastor Simon leaned over to me and said, "Don't forget us when you go back, please." I could never in a million years!!
I spoke with the missionaries when the service was over, and they were a blessing and joy to meet. I could tell that they have a heart for the people of Haiti and desire to help in the most effective way possible. They have been in France for 6 years, and last September, God called them to come back to Haiti, where they spent their first Missionary Term. After January 12, they knew exactly why He did so.
We also got to take a drive downtown after we got back to the hotel, and saw more of the devastation in the worst parts. I tried to take some pictures, but the Haitians don't really appreciate us taking pictures of them, and I desired to remain respectful. It was so terrible to see an entire city of little more than rubble. The poverty here is shocking, and we definitely saw people in extreme need and desparation.
On the way back to the mission, our driver told us that one of his friends died in the church near our hotel that collapsed (Church on the Rock) and that he was in class studying in Bible School to be a pastor. I couldn't hold my anger back and told God that I thought that was the wrong person to take. Who am I to question Him and His ways, but my tears of injustice and mourning would not stop from spilling out, and I had to stay in the truck for a while to compose myself. I'm sure the two of us will continue our conversation tonight before I go to sleep.
We prepared for our outreach tomorrow for the children who used to attend elementary school here in the mission (they are unable to now because of the building that collapsed). They will attend a one-day VBS and receive a bag of food as they leave. I am excited to do some kids ministry and am putting on my puppeteer hat in the morning. FUN FUN!
More love from Haiti!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
a busy day and a joyful day
Sorry for not blogging last night. I really only have one window each day where I am here at the mission and not otherwise occupied, and last night that window was filled with giving facials to the older girls here at the mission. It blessed them to be pampered, and I was able to massage their sinuses, which have been sore from breathing all of the dust. I gave them shoulder massages and they didn't want to get up. I got lots of thankful hugs and I was so pleased to be used by Him.
Ok, so yesteday was so so busy! I began by preaching a short message of joy and healing to the first group of about 100 people who were waiting in the mission to be seen at the clinic. I think a lot of them were Christ-followers already, but some were also not. I prayed for many of them afterward individually before I had to begin my duties as pharmacist.
We saw 226 people yesterday and did not finish until about 5:00. We were so tired and drained, but it really did feel like a great success to see that many people, give them prayer, the Gospel, individual attention, treatment, and food. I really do believe Jesus was glorified and pleased with our efforts.
We saw one man who brought his one-year-old son in to be seen for an upper respiratory infection. He had waited in line since 5:00a.m. We saw him at 4:30p.m. I just want to say I will never complain about waiting in the doctor's office again. This man demonstrated such patience, grace, and humility. He was so thankful just that we would see him and give his baby antibiotics. Beauty lived out loud.
Today we saw 210 patients, bringing our total to 776 people seen and treated and fed. Dr. Beasley said yesterday, "If you had told me we were going to see 500 people I would have laughed in your face." And we saw more today. Who's laughing now? :)
We had enough medicine, enough food, and enough energy - all by the grace of our mighty and powerful God! From our prayer team we got a count today of 40 salvations over the week of the clinic. That is 40 people who accepted Jesus as their Lord, and 40 people we will see one day in Heaven. That is the greatest success of all!
One case I remember clearly from today: An 8-year-old named Patrice had an abscess under her right arm that was swollen, oozing, and painful. Dr. Bob had to give her a Vicodin, local anesthetic, and lance the wound to drain it. It was a very painful procedure, and I got to put my Child Life skills to work. It was more rewarding than I can say to hold her hand and encourage her and pray as she held as still as she could and asked repeatedly if it was over yet. I told her Jesus sent her a doctor all the way from the United States because He loves her and knew she would need one. I pray she never forgets His love.
God helped me to make some contacts today and Bob and I will be able to go to an Assembly of God church that is not far from here in the morning. I cannot wait!!
I love you all and thank you soooo much for your prayers and encouragement. I feel the Lord's provision of energy and strength and encouragement today, and I am so very very thankful and humbled by this opportunity.
More love from Haiti!
Ok, so yesteday was so so busy! I began by preaching a short message of joy and healing to the first group of about 100 people who were waiting in the mission to be seen at the clinic. I think a lot of them were Christ-followers already, but some were also not. I prayed for many of them afterward individually before I had to begin my duties as pharmacist.
We saw 226 people yesterday and did not finish until about 5:00. We were so tired and drained, but it really did feel like a great success to see that many people, give them prayer, the Gospel, individual attention, treatment, and food. I really do believe Jesus was glorified and pleased with our efforts.
We saw one man who brought his one-year-old son in to be seen for an upper respiratory infection. He had waited in line since 5:00a.m. We saw him at 4:30p.m. I just want to say I will never complain about waiting in the doctor's office again. This man demonstrated such patience, grace, and humility. He was so thankful just that we would see him and give his baby antibiotics. Beauty lived out loud.
Today we saw 210 patients, bringing our total to 776 people seen and treated and fed. Dr. Beasley said yesterday, "If you had told me we were going to see 500 people I would have laughed in your face." And we saw more today. Who's laughing now? :)
We had enough medicine, enough food, and enough energy - all by the grace of our mighty and powerful God! From our prayer team we got a count today of 40 salvations over the week of the clinic. That is 40 people who accepted Jesus as their Lord, and 40 people we will see one day in Heaven. That is the greatest success of all!
One case I remember clearly from today: An 8-year-old named Patrice had an abscess under her right arm that was swollen, oozing, and painful. Dr. Bob had to give her a Vicodin, local anesthetic, and lance the wound to drain it. It was a very painful procedure, and I got to put my Child Life skills to work. It was more rewarding than I can say to hold her hand and encourage her and pray as she held as still as she could and asked repeatedly if it was over yet. I told her Jesus sent her a doctor all the way from the United States because He loves her and knew she would need one. I pray she never forgets His love.
God helped me to make some contacts today and Bob and I will be able to go to an Assembly of God church that is not far from here in the morning. I cannot wait!!
I love you all and thank you soooo much for your prayers and encouragement. I feel the Lord's provision of energy and strength and encouragement today, and I am so very very thankful and humbled by this opportunity.
More love from Haiti!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
a tearful day
I have to admit I got to my breaking point today.
I could not hold back my tears as we saw the people at the clinic today. We saw many people affected by the earthquake - many injuries, including one man whose leg, while not broken, was still very swollen and painful to walk on; 2 baby boys who were being cared for by neighbors - both of their parents died (one baby was found in his dead mother's arms); and many many others with serious need and malnourishment. I just kept praying for them, asking the Lord to encourage their hearts and fill them with supernatural hope and joy.
I enjoyed being one of the pharmacists again today, and I also got to give out small toys, bracelets and lollipops for the kids. I kissed the babies on their sweet little cheeks, gave as many smiles as I could manage, and basically poured out all of the energy the Spirit gave me.
Last night I painted a lot of little toe and finger nails, and got to help the little girls here at the mission to make some crafts. They are so funny because they love to have their pictures taken and they pose like they are little supermodels. I laughed so hard that I almost cried. They just keep hugging me and kissing me and I just keep hugging and kissing them back. I know some of the hugs and kisses are from you too!
It's hard for me to organize my thoughts right now, but I hope you can hear my heart. It is so broken, so full of love, so inadequate, and so joyful all at once. It is what I expected to be, only so much more magnified.
Of everything I have to share, I'll leave you with this. I saw a little boy today that absolutely wrecked me. He is about three and had no shoes, which we quickly remedied, and both his parents died in the earthquake. His neighbor is now caring for him, but she already has four of her own children. How is she going to provide for him? How he must still miss his family! Oh, if only if I could do more than give him a smile and a lollipop. All I can think of tonight is how Josiah asked me if he could have a Haitian brother to keep and sleep in his bunk bed.
I know God can answer my prayers for him, but I cannot keep my heart from hurting and my eyes from crying. To see it and to touch him, to hold him and kiss him - please just take my word - it is so much heavier in person . . .
I could not hold back my tears as we saw the people at the clinic today. We saw many people affected by the earthquake - many injuries, including one man whose leg, while not broken, was still very swollen and painful to walk on; 2 baby boys who were being cared for by neighbors - both of their parents died (one baby was found in his dead mother's arms); and many many others with serious need and malnourishment. I just kept praying for them, asking the Lord to encourage their hearts and fill them with supernatural hope and joy.
I enjoyed being one of the pharmacists again today, and I also got to give out small toys, bracelets and lollipops for the kids. I kissed the babies on their sweet little cheeks, gave as many smiles as I could manage, and basically poured out all of the energy the Spirit gave me.
Last night I painted a lot of little toe and finger nails, and got to help the little girls here at the mission to make some crafts. They are so funny because they love to have their pictures taken and they pose like they are little supermodels. I laughed so hard that I almost cried. They just keep hugging me and kissing me and I just keep hugging and kissing them back. I know some of the hugs and kisses are from you too!
It's hard for me to organize my thoughts right now, but I hope you can hear my heart. It is so broken, so full of love, so inadequate, and so joyful all at once. It is what I expected to be, only so much more magnified.
Of everything I have to share, I'll leave you with this. I saw a little boy today that absolutely wrecked me. He is about three and had no shoes, which we quickly remedied, and both his parents died in the earthquake. His neighbor is now caring for him, but she already has four of her own children. How is she going to provide for him? How he must still miss his family! Oh, if only if I could do more than give him a smile and a lollipop. All I can think of tonight is how Josiah asked me if he could have a Haitian brother to keep and sleep in his bunk bed.
I know God can answer my prayers for him, but I cannot keep my heart from hurting and my eyes from crying. To see it and to touch him, to hold him and kiss him - please just take my word - it is so much heavier in person . . .
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
it was amazing!
I was able to meet with Pastor Fleuridor today as well as his council members and one interpreter. The meeting was amazing and I was honored to have their time and attention. They all told me some amazing stories of God moving and also some very tragic and sorrowful ones of pain as well. God's presence was among us and I was able to give Bibles, a tent, blankets, and more. What they gave me was encouragement, priceless information, many prayer requests, and the beginning of a beautiful friendship, and I'm praying a successful ministry partnership as well.
After my meeting I proceeded back to my "position" of prayer, but the patients had already been prayed over, so I assumed position of pharmacist, which I loved. It was so awesome to see to the needs of the people, earthquake related or not, and be able to give them medicine and treatment for it. We saw a lot of kids too. We also gave out vitamins and food, as well as hygiene kits.
MORE people tomorrow for Dr. Bob and the nurses to see. Thank you for your prayers and please do not stop!
More love from Haiti.
I would love more comments - I miss you all. I can think of about thirty of you who would love to be here.
Robyn
After my meeting I proceeded back to my "position" of prayer, but the patients had already been prayed over, so I assumed position of pharmacist, which I loved. It was so awesome to see to the needs of the people, earthquake related or not, and be able to give them medicine and treatment for it. We saw a lot of kids too. We also gave out vitamins and food, as well as hygiene kits.
MORE people tomorrow for Dr. Bob and the nurses to see. Thank you for your prayers and please do not stop!
More love from Haiti.
I would love more comments - I miss you all. I can think of about thirty of you who would love to be here.
Robyn
longest day ever!
So much happened yesterday that I could blog about for the next two hours and not tell everything. I felt last night at 8:00 that I had lived enough in that day to last for about a week! A few highlights . . .
Miami airport wanted to charge us thousands for our overwieght bags and extra luggage (14 extra bags). After pleading, praying, and waiting, they finally decided to only charge us for 7 extra bags and waive all overweight fees. Praise God - all of that money is now in Emmanuel's hands to reimburse him for the food he bought which we will bag and give at the clinic.
When we arrived in PaP, it was a madhouse trying to find and count all of our bags, which we did, then negotiate a price for help into our 3 vehicles that were waiting for us outside the security gate.
It was very stressful because I could not drive my cart very well (I think it was broken) and needed help, but we were not supposed to let people on the street help us because we had already negotiated to pay a few men to help us. But one man did have to help me and I did end up paying him a few dollars. Another man kept asking for money too, but I let someone else on my team tell him no. "No pay" she said. I wish I could have given more and let more help. I had to fight back tears when I escaped into the sweltering 15-passenger van.
After a frightening journey through the hectic and rubble-strewn "streets" where we saw so much devastation that was still so shocking, even after viewing all of the pictures from our media, we finally arrived at our hotel. This too is frightening. One building is reduced to nothing more than a pile of rocks, another seems to be teetering on pillars that are left at sick angles (which I have to walk past each day to get to the street), and the last is in good condition, where our rooms are located. The room is fine, nothing special, but I come to realize I might as well be staying in a palace in comparison to where everyone else in the nation is sleeping. A boy tells me today that he wants a tent for his mother who is too frightened to sleep in the house.
After dropping off our personal items, we headed to the mission to sort and unpack our luggage contents and ministry supplies. Medicine, clothes, toys, crafts, etc. Then I got to help pack some food bags in a sauna of a room that held sacks and sacks and boxes and boxes of food and had about 12 people as well. I think the room was the size of Josiah's bedroom. (Crowded much?)
After this I got to give Kori's sparkle jeans to a sweet little girl named Jennifer. She hugged me and kissed me and said merci several times. Today she is wearing them and I took her picture. Can't wait to show you, Kori. She is so special. She likes to give me hugs, even today. I showed her a picture of both Kori and Josiah and she wanted to keep it. I might give it to her before I leave, but I'll keep it for now to show everyone else.
I was also able to give out many of the Bibles I brought to the older girls here who lost theirs in the collapse of their dorm. They were so thankful and insisted that I sign each one. I wrote a prayer and Psalm 20 reference because it has become my prayer for the trip. What a privilege to deliver God's word to hungry hearts!
We had an organizational meeting and then headed back to the hotel to sleep. I slept well once I went to bed, but got up early because I was anticipating my meeting this morning. I'm so very anxious and I need to get off for now and pray for God's will and favor.
Love from Haiti!
Miami airport wanted to charge us thousands for our overwieght bags and extra luggage (14 extra bags). After pleading, praying, and waiting, they finally decided to only charge us for 7 extra bags and waive all overweight fees. Praise God - all of that money is now in Emmanuel's hands to reimburse him for the food he bought which we will bag and give at the clinic.
When we arrived in PaP, it was a madhouse trying to find and count all of our bags, which we did, then negotiate a price for help into our 3 vehicles that were waiting for us outside the security gate.
It was very stressful because I could not drive my cart very well (I think it was broken) and needed help, but we were not supposed to let people on the street help us because we had already negotiated to pay a few men to help us. But one man did have to help me and I did end up paying him a few dollars. Another man kept asking for money too, but I let someone else on my team tell him no. "No pay" she said. I wish I could have given more and let more help. I had to fight back tears when I escaped into the sweltering 15-passenger van.
After a frightening journey through the hectic and rubble-strewn "streets" where we saw so much devastation that was still so shocking, even after viewing all of the pictures from our media, we finally arrived at our hotel. This too is frightening. One building is reduced to nothing more than a pile of rocks, another seems to be teetering on pillars that are left at sick angles (which I have to walk past each day to get to the street), and the last is in good condition, where our rooms are located. The room is fine, nothing special, but I come to realize I might as well be staying in a palace in comparison to where everyone else in the nation is sleeping. A boy tells me today that he wants a tent for his mother who is too frightened to sleep in the house.
After dropping off our personal items, we headed to the mission to sort and unpack our luggage contents and ministry supplies. Medicine, clothes, toys, crafts, etc. Then I got to help pack some food bags in a sauna of a room that held sacks and sacks and boxes and boxes of food and had about 12 people as well. I think the room was the size of Josiah's bedroom. (Crowded much?)
After this I got to give Kori's sparkle jeans to a sweet little girl named Jennifer. She hugged me and kissed me and said merci several times. Today she is wearing them and I took her picture. Can't wait to show you, Kori. She is so special. She likes to give me hugs, even today. I showed her a picture of both Kori and Josiah and she wanted to keep it. I might give it to her before I leave, but I'll keep it for now to show everyone else.
I was also able to give out many of the Bibles I brought to the older girls here who lost theirs in the collapse of their dorm. They were so thankful and insisted that I sign each one. I wrote a prayer and Psalm 20 reference because it has become my prayer for the trip. What a privilege to deliver God's word to hungry hearts!
We had an organizational meeting and then headed back to the hotel to sleep. I slept well once I went to bed, but got up early because I was anticipating my meeting this morning. I'm so very anxious and I need to get off for now and pray for God's will and favor.
Love from Haiti!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Prayers answered already!
Praise God, He is paving our way with His goodness and favor. We were able to check 14 extra bags, and over 25 over-weight bags (which could have cost a few thousand dollars) for FREE!! Now we can save all that money to buy food down there. My leader says he has never seen that measure of favor in his many years of traveling to Haiti. Wow, God, Wow!
Thank you for your prayers and let's praise Him together. He is so cool and loves us so much.
And thanks go out to the kind and gentle woman who patiently checked them all and gave us the authorization to take everything for our mission! Pray for her - she is pregnant with twins. She has 4 boys already and is praying for girls!
Keep praying, friends!
Thank you for your prayers and let's praise Him together. He is so cool and loves us so much.
And thanks go out to the kind and gentle woman who patiently checked them all and gave us the authorization to take everything for our mission! Pray for her - she is pregnant with twins. She has 4 boys already and is praying for girls!
Keep praying, friends!
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