His eyes were somber like someone who had seen too much in their life time. His skin was coverd in little black dots from head to toe, and dust coated his black skin white on his feet, hands and face. He strayed away from the other kids as they played, it seemed he was too exhausted to keep stride with them. As he wondered around the area he walked towards me and fell into my lap. A little Haitian boy chose me to love him that day.
This month my whole squad is serving together for all squad month, and we’re partnering with Mission of Hope in Haiti. We have been able to go into the villages and educate families on hygiene, pray for them, and share the gospel. We’ve also had the opportunity to spend time with the children in the villages after school, I’ve never encountered kids that are so spunky and ready to be embraced. Each day we go out for ministry, I am reminded of how privileged I am to be here.
Don’t get me wrong, this is still real life. Community isn’t always easy, sometimes it’s really hard but a wise person once said “hard things aren’t bad, they’re just hard”. There are still things in my heart that hurt, and sometimes things resurface that you thought were already dealt with and that’s also hard. There are practical things too that are hard like hand washing and line drying your laundry, and realizing that your bug spray is the closest thing you have to perfume. The truth is, this Race isn’t a trip it’s real life. This is where the Lord has called me to do life for these next nine-and-a-half months (so crazy!). Life on the mission field isn’t always easy, and it’s certainly not perfect but His will is.
Being here reminds me that I have been called out of my safe life back home for a reason. There are people here who totally have a relationship with Jesus who just need to be loved on and reminded that they are a part of the family of God. I can be hands and feet all around the world but I can’t be the savior, and I’m learning to be okay with that. I am also learning things about myself that I couldn’t have learned back home (blog to come on that). The truth is, God didn’t just call me out to the mission field to do His work for Him. He called me here because He’s a fan of take your child to work day, and I get to be His daughter riding shot gun just waiting to see what He’s going to do next. God isn’t interested in what I can do FOR him because without Him I can literally do nothing. That makes the hard things look like an honor, and this whole season of life a privilege.
