My final blog in the Dominican Republic is going to be a tribute to the life changing people that I was beyond blessed to have crossed paths with…this may be lengthy…bear with me.
This precious little babe Roset has stolen my heart and I now want to only birth black children. Or adopt them depending on what color skin God chooses my husband to have. It took every ounce of being in my body not to pack her up in my backpack with me…
Rofino. This wonderful man did door to door ministry with us each day and even though we weren’t able to speak much to each other through words due to the slight language barrier…his joyful, loving heart spoke volumes and we were so stinking blessed to get to work with him!
This spit fire of a woman is named Josefina. She was on FIRE for God and made me so encouraged and confirmed in my missionary calling. She also birthed and raised 13 children. Balla.
The couple standing next to Sarah are Ramone and Robertina. They opened their home to us each Tuesday and Saturday to host a small worship ceremony and then they made us a gloriously wonderful going away dinner. Robertina’s the next Paula Dean. I have a slight inkling her specialty will be beans and rice…
The lady in the middle holding the chunky little toddler is name Suela. Her family went through a horrific tragedy while we were there-her nephew was murdered and her brother took vengeance on the murderer and in turn killed him and is now in jail…words can’t describe the pain and anguish she went through but we got the privilege to sit down and talk to her about all of the emotions and turmoil she was going through. She told us that she was glad “God gave her family the opportunity to get revenge” and we were able to talk to her about (verse) and we were able to share personal stories of hatred in our hearts and the act of forgiveness…it was a breakthrough for not only her but for me as well in some of the trials and tribulations I’ve endured.
Here sits Palma and her grandson. This precious woman is too weak and sick to upkeep her house and grandchildren so we got the privilege to clean her house and build her new doors and a fence!! I got to help nail the fence together-my mother would be so proud. My arm was sore for 2 days. Pathetic.
This noble stead (we’ll call him Fabio) held Sarah and I on a long journey across the Dominican. Let’s get real…Fabio tolerated took us for 5 minutes and then ducked it’s head and threw Sarah off into the river. He was not amused.
And here is our glorious family for the past month! We lived with Dinora (in the green) and Carlos (blue and white striped shirt) and their precious little babe Roset (in my arms…typical..) and we got to work along side Carlos’s brother, Pastor Morales (in the gray). These people made us feel like we were 100% part of the family and tolerated our dance parties and our attempts at cooking. We could not have started off the World Race any better. Truly Blessed.
Adios Dominican Republic!! Thank you for all the glorious memories, I shall see you again one day! Stay classy. Haiti here we cooooooooooooome!!!
