Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My Third Trip to Haiti - Part 5
8-19-08
I didn’t have water again this morning. I had to take a shower in the roof bathroom. It is actually pretty nice. It’s a concrete block room with open windows.
I need to be in a good mood today. Lord, help me. Please. Fill me with your Spirit and keep me in your presence. You are my Lord and Savior. I praise your name. Lord, be my support. Be my joy. I praise you my king. I love you, O Lord. I give myself to you. Show me the way to go. Show me your love.
Later – The generator wasn’t working so I went with Angelo to the auto parts store. We needed to buy an extender to pull out the sparkplug. I said “store” but it was actually a strip of many stores. One side of the street is little auto parts stores just one after the other. We had to walk down the street to several store until we found one that had the part. Everyone was looking at me. They so rarely see white people.
After we got the generator going we went to Deli Mart. I bought some kind of French coconut snack bread and small bottle of orange juice.
Lunch was rice with a vegetable and spice mixture. Very good. I was hungry but I didn’t eat a lot. My heart is pounding. I’m setting my will.
Later – I played Frisbee with Lovia and a couple of other girls. I lifted Lovia up to the almond tree and she picked almonds for some of the kids. Little hands grabbed rocks and commenced pounding the shells. Though, a couple of the younger girls just bit into the shells. I hope almond shells aren’t poisonous like cashew shells are. Nobody died so I guess they’re safe.
I’m sitting on the roof. I was in the shade, but old Helios has appeared in wrath. I may flee. I’ve hidden myself in the shadow of the railing. Dark gloomy clouds lay off to the east. I was hoping tonight would be clear. The sky has been covered every night. Not once have I seen the stars. A cool breeze makes me forget the hot sun. Majestic thunderheads roll. Now thunder rumbles. A low crackle really. I shall pray:
Lord, hear your servant. I am unworthy I know, but I ask you to hear me. Take these little ones and make them yours. Keep your hand of protection on them. Bless them. I pray for the country of Haiti. I pray that they will grow and prosper and become strong. Such a beautiful country. Such a beautiful people. Lord, have mercy. Lord, I ask for strength. My life is not my own. In Jesus’ name I pray.
Hmmm... I can see rain in the mountains.
8-20-08
It’s going to be hot today. I can feel it. I enjoyed a fitful sleep. Allow this to be my best day, O Lord. Let me see with new eyes. Let me love with a new heart. Let me be your servant in Haiti.
Later - Lunch was a feast again. I’ve noticed I eat the meals here with barbaric relish.
I had good talks with Angelo and Rafael this morning. I need to get to know them better. I will need their help when I move down here.
Later – I just got done playing Uno with Hosana. We played for about an hour. There was no way to win. I don’t remember how to play and having an eight year old explain the rules in a foreign language is probably not ideal for learning the game.
I’m going to show the girls a video tonight. Probably Barbie Princess and the Pauper because they are all crying for that one. I wanted to show Kermit the Swamp Years because I’ve secretly been wanting to watch it for years.
Today’s been very good. Tomorrow I leave. How do I feel about leaving? How do I feel coming back to stay? Everything is moving fast. I must be up to the task. Lord, I need your Spirit. Lord, work your will.
8-21-08
I’m headed to Miami. I left the house with a heavy heart. I said goodbye to the girls and gave them candy. O Lord, how may I serve them?
Trying to get through the airport and everyday tasks are pulling back down to earth. Help me not to forget, O Lord.
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2 comments:
Matt,
Keep up the great work; it is apparent that you have a calling to this ministry. It is exciting and refreshing to read your thoughts and comments. We sponsor Hosana, however, so take it easy on her in Uno...
Terry and Darla
Thanks, Terry.
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