haiti. where to begin…sitting on our porch thinking about these past few weeks in this new country with new people and new memories and a whole new meaning to the phrase “it’s hot.” Jesus continues to reveal Himself in all kinds of forms…in the children, this ministry (Mission of Hope is incredible..check it out), my squad and how they show me more of God’s character every day. for ministry this month, we have been doing lots of different things..VBS, work projects, bagging food to send out, village door to door evangelism. i love children, like a lot..they have my heart…and my same maturity level. but doing VBS has been super draining for me at times – i can’t hold three of you at one time, i don’t exactly love when i can’t tell if you’re just sweating on my lap or if you just peed on me, i think i just lost half of my hair when you tried to give me corn rows. they are hilarious and adorable but touchy, touchy, touchy. so the other day im laying down listening to music getting myself geared up to go to VBS and i kept hearing “i’m good, i’m good, i’m good” over and over in my head. and i was just like, “yea, Lord, i know you’re good.” and i started to ponder on His goodness. that everything He does is good. every good and perfect gift is from above. His plans for me are good. so i was feeling pretty jazzed as i walk down the hill to the church and hear the screaming kids. i walk in and get pulled down by the sweetest little girl and for the next 45 minutes i sit in awe as the Haitian leaders teach these kids a new song…not only do they teach it to them in Creole, but they teach them in English…and the only words in the song are “You are good, hallelujah, You are good.” I was dumbfounded as I looked around and saw these children screaming “hallelujah” at the top of their lungs to my God, to our God. as i hear “you are good” over and over..something that i had just been meditating on. it was such beautiful timing especially in a time where i have questioned if the Lord even speaks to me, if i even hear from Him, or if He cares to invite me into being a part of His plan. He’s sweet; He’s so kind. in a country that has been consumed with voodoo for countless years, it is so powerful to hear these little voices bringing praise to the true God. it was beautiful. so even when i don’t expect to see Jesus, He is there. and He is speaking.
sometimes it’s overwhelming to walk through destruction and poverty and despair and not be frustrated or feel hopeless. walking around the villages and meeting people and talking to them about Jesus and hearing them ask us to pray that they would get a house because the blue tent they are in is so hot that it’s making their kids sick is hard. seeing a little boy less than a year old throwing up and his dad telling us that he doesn’t have the money to get transportation to the clinic is hard. looking in to a tiny room they call a house and learning that six people live there is hard. and i just want to cry and and say, “it’s not fair.” my heart is breaking but i don’t know what i’m supposed to do. and it’s not just this one family, it’s this whole village. but then i stop and think, He’s their dad. they are His kids. if i care a tiny amount, think how much more He cares. o my gosh they have His whole heart. He is a God of mercy AND justice. so i trust Him. HE’S GOOD. so i come to Him in prayer and ask for joy in trials and ask for blessing for the broken-hearted and ask for healing for the sick and ask for food for the hungry. His power is made perfect in our weakness, so i pray His power over this country when it’s weak.
God is good all the time…and all the time…
