Hello world!!! How is fall! How is seeing pretty fall colors and scarves and boots and turtle necks!!??? How is sipping hot yummy fall coffee and passing pumpkin patches? How is waking up in a warm snuggly bed without being covered in salt crystals, hearing roosters crow every minute or seeing little bblack faces peeking htrough your windows??? Hahah oh man life is crazy. I wanted to share some of the sweet ways Jesus has loved on us this week in Haiti and how he has used us to love others 🙂 He is so good. Sip a pumpkin spice latte for me and send some breezes this way. Love and miss you all. Enjoy.
High Lights from this week in Haiti: (hopefully pics can be added in the future, for now, net is too slow, oh Haiti).
*Holy Spirit dance party with Liz and Karen on the roof in the dark. Liz and I were being crazy kids, dancing yelling Jesus, and having some Haitians below really think we were being attacked by fire ants. Then Karen pops out of the darkness and starts bustin’ some sweet dance moves. The Lord has been sharing with us for a while that He wants her to “get wild” so Liz and I went nuts with joy cheering her on. The song we were listening to was literally called “Holy Spirit Dance Party”. The three of us made a triangle and then we made room for Jesus, making it a square. We would put the spotlight on someone, do a sweet move and then pass it clockwise. We would even pass it to Jesus and I got to tell you, the bearded man knows how to throw down in a dance battle!
*Celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving for Andrea our lovely Canadian on the roof, with Apple Crisp. Sharing what we are thankful for (I shared the fact that we are all girls and we can sleep in our underwear cause it is so stinkin hot!) and what our favorite Thanksgiving dish is (sweet potato casserole with the ‘shmallows, yum).
*Praying over a young man with lung cancer and hearing about a vision two of the girls had at the same time, of the cancer cells literally exploding. Snap, crackle, POP Holy Spirit!
*Declaring kingdom territory over the land. Pouring oil over it, laying hands on the ground and claiming Haiti for Jesus. Shouting at Satan. Then finding out thirty minutes later that the place where we prayed was epicenter of the earthquake. Whoa.
*Worshipping on the roof when lightning struck nearby and watching one of my fellow team leaders hit the deck and put her sleeping pad over her head while screaming “Everybody get on the ground!”
* Our awesome ATL (ask the Lord) sessions we do every night where all 19 of us get together, pull a girl’s name out of a cup, put her in the middle and ask the Lord what he wants to share with her. POW-ER-FULLLLL!
*Elizabeth getting free and chopping all her hair off! It was almost like this is what she was always supposed to look like. Warrior Woman!
* Jam out session with the girls, buzzing my speakers out as we drove in the tap-tap (Haitian taxi). Shouting the classics; Free Falling, Wagon Wheel, Take the Money and Run, Don’t Stop Believing etc. And taking a road that looked more like a river and screaming Jesus! JESUS! every time we thought we were sinking.
*Going without water (shower, flushing toilets, and cleaning dishes) for 4 days. In the states this is not a big deal. But here it is 95 degrees, no ac, and the dust coats you like a black tan line every day. My levels of stinky surpassed any week of backpacking I have ever done, times 7.
*Washing my hair in an OXFAM public watering hole near the earthquake epicenter. Drawing a crowd but getting the dreads out.
* And my favorite ministry moment this week: Praying for a man sitting on the road. As we passed his hand came out and I saw him but my feet kept walking. The Lord caught me and said, “Don’t harden your heart Beloved.” I turned around, stopped my team and really looked at him. He looked about 60 and his eyes were cloudy. His fingernails were thick and yellow and as my eyes scanned down his body they settle on his left leg. His whole foot and ankle was a mass of angry sores. The skin was split open in zig zags across his flesh and the area was covered in flies. My heart broke. Liz asked him in French if we could pray for him. A weak, “Oui” was the response. I kneeled in front of him and touched his knee and we started praying, all together. His open hand closed and he bowed his head. After a few minutes I looked into his eyes and they were filled with tears. What had this man been through? What had he seen in his life? How long has he been sitting here? I grabbed his hand and started talking to him in English as my team kept praying. “We see you brother, we see you.” I told him that he is handsome. I told him that he is a beloved son of Jesus and he is so precious in the Lord’s sight. I told him that he is ferociously loved. I willed all the strength and love that I have to be poured into him. The tears fell down his face and I know he heard me. He nodded his head and took a deep breath. I squeezed his arm and stood up. I could feel Jesus smiling down on us. We got it right and we loved the one He had put in front of us. There is no greater high.
Jesus is doing a lot here in Haiti. He is making us laugh and cry and shake our hands towards heaven when we see the water has gone out yet again. But then He brings the rain. There has been a lot of dancing and singing and booty shaking while cooking dinner. Every day is a sweet kiss from above. Hot, sweaty and smelly and lovin’ every minute of it.
Love to you from Haiti
Rebecca Rose
