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Power, Parasites, Pox and Youth

Since we arrived back in Haiti after a short week break, we hit the ground running again. But we also came back to attacks of sickness & power issues that we’ve all been battling and praying for God to show mercy and bring them to pass quickly. We have had some wonderful families & couples with us as mid-term missionaries this season, and it has been a blessing having so many kids and young people around. Though we have loved having everyone that is here, it’s made the residence house full even when there are no short term teams and has tested the capacity and ability of the house and everyone in it to support so many mid-termers at once for this long. Living in community is how God teaches us temperance, support and love for one another as we rub each other and learn to share in what we have, so we know that God always brings good out of it. Not long after Marc and I stepped out for the week, the Lorenc family all fell sick with a myriad of sicknesses that are as common as the cold and flu is in North America. Amebas, malaria and thyphoid, they really passed through the baptism of fire and we all felt for them. And with them all sick at once, with fevers and sleeping in the same room together, the air conditioner was pretty much a must to be on all day and night. We found out pretty quick that this put a lot of stress on our power system, as city power stayed true to its irregular nature and hardly contributed to charge the inverter batteries all week, and the generator could never quite give them enough umph to get them to a place of holding a solid charge for very long. We’ve known for a while our electrical system in the residence house needed some work. This just confirmed it all the more. We are really in need of a complete re-wiring, new batteries and probably pretty soon a new generator or an overhaul of the deisel beast that has been serving us for almost 10 years now. We also had been having significant issues with other gas and deisel powered machines/ engines on the worksites- generators breaking down, cement mixers not working- it just seemed to all come to a head. As we entered back after being gone for the week, everyone was feeling the stress and we decided to call everyone to prayer- staff, missionaries & workers. We all gathered together for two mornings to pray for God’s deliverance, protection and chase away any attacks of the enemy. The spirit of heaviness seemed to lift, but the testing isn’t finished. 

 Our own kids too were visited with the childhood epidemic of chicken pox. It’s been going around rampantly lately with kids in Haiti. Ariana was the first to receive it, Asher took a little hit (since he’s had it before when he was little it wasn’t much), then this week after we got back home Kiki, Jasmine and Miesha all were struck. It’s been pretty miserable in our house too and I completely sympathized with the Lorenc’s in their illnesses. As a mom, the burden and responsibility to care for all these sickies usually falls on us. With chicken pox in Haiti, called lawojol, there is a very set remedy that all the Haitians swear by and you can be sure that anyone who finds out you have chicken pox in your house will tell you. Bathe, often, in salt water and/or with korosol leaves, or in English its called soursop or jackfruit, and slap the water on the patient, don’t just pour it over their heads. Bathe many times a day and don’t itch! Then I found out another Haitian remedy that is not as common, but even more effective- make a paste of baking soda and Haitian Rum, Bakara, and rub it all over the body leaving it to dry. This dried out the blisters really fast. At the same time, we’ve had power issues at our house too- for some reason in Haiti, power problems and sickness always seem to walk hand in hand…. City power has been consistently irregular, our battery charger died, the light in our bedroom stopped working and we’ve spent $15 US every other day on deisel so we can have power from 8-11pm and some AC to help the kids sleep in their misery. 

 At the same time all of this has been going on, God has still been moving powerfully and we are still blessed! Our youth conference was this week, Monday- Wednesday, with 3 guest speakers from CrossRoads Church in Red Deer and our own Pastor Everson. The whole event was amazing! We had over 550 youth from 40 different church all over Haiti, from Port Salut in the far southwest of the island to past Gonaives. The theme was from 2 Tim 1:7 “For the Lord has not given you a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind.” All the messages flowed so well together and we concluded the last day with an afternoon at the beach complete with dance, singing and baptism. It was beautiful! 

 We then had a wonderful Good Friday service and Resurrection Sunday service this morning, to celebrate the great work of the cross! No matter what the challenges, the attacks, the suffering that may come our way, He is still victorious! His blood covers all. It is amazing that even when things seem to not be going well, in Christ we can still find tremendous peace, joy and reassurance that we are where He wants us to be and through the testing, He can turn it around  to be a learning experience. I will be honest, I’m pretty tired and done with sickness and am praying God would be gracious to not allow Austin to come down with chickenpox. He’s the only child in our house that has escaped it. And I am really praying that none of the missionary families get it, as none of them have had it before. But in all things, I rejoice. I am grateful. God is good, He overcomes. I am reminded of Psalm 103 and declare it: He heals ALL of our diseases and forgives ALL our iniquities. 

 All the boys hanging out

Ariana & Asher w Kanyon

Love these friends- Nicole, me, Sandy and Andrea

Our mid-term team- Marc, Wade, Marilyn, Barry, Louisa, Laurens, Andrea, Keith, Chad, Sandy and me.Youth conference worshipYouth conference with over 500 youth.










Ariana is the first to be hit with chicken pox



Where I was meant to be

So I have to share a story of one of our little traveling adventures. Marc and I werer traveling back to Canada for a week away from Haiti for a short break and our board meeting. We arranged for Anel (Marc’s nephew) and Dieunanne to stay with our kids, along with their two little ones in Haiti. Neither of us were feeling really sure about going for some reasons, but we were on our way nontheless.

We arrived in Fort Lauderdale on time at 12:00 noon, went through immigration, customs and went to recheck our bags. They had changed the recheck location, so we spent a few minutes searching where to go and finally arrived at the American Airlines check-in counter to recheck them. Then they sent us off towards our connection. We did not realize it was with Westjet, which happened to be in terminal 1 and we were in terminal 4. At the Fort Lauderdale airport there is no sky train or shuttle between terminals. Your feet are the transportation, so we set off at a quick pace towards terminal 1. Our boarding time was 12:45 and the flight was to leave at 1:20. It was already 12:35, and by the time we reached terminal 1, we were getting pretty close to our boarding time. We search the tv monitors to find our flight and gate, but there is no mention of it anywhere. Back and forth between two security check points we finally find one screen that lists our gate and we proceed to the security for that gate. Of course, in the security line I always seem to get flagged. I get the scan, pat down, interrogation, which is not saving us any time. But we get out of security at 12:55 and run to the gate. When we arrive there at 1:05, there is not a soul present at our gate. No Westjet representative at the counter, no plane out the window, no line up of passengers. We ask the other gate reps and they have no idea. They suggest we go back downstairs to the Westjet ticket counter (which means going outside of security). We check the flight screens and there is no info at all for our flight. Seems our flight was the only Westjet flight of the day. So, we head downstairs to the Westjet counter to find noone, not a soul for Westjet anywhere. What now? 

We head back to Terminal 4 to talk to American Airlines since we booked our flights with them. They tell us since their flight was on time arriving in FLL, there is nothing they can do. Go back to Westjet to talk to someone. But there is noone at Westjet! So they direct us to go to the baggage claim area to find a Westjet rep. Back to Terminal 1, baggage claim. No Westjet rep. Back to American again, Terminal 4. They give us a phone number for AA and tell us to go to Westjet counter again and ask the airline at the next counter to page a Westjet rep. Back to Terminal 1. We ask Southwest Air if they can page a Westjet rep for us since noone is there. The lady flatly says to me she does not work for Westjet and I should be able to find a phone number for them at their ticket counter. Grrr. We search every sticker and sign on the counter to no avail. Marc tells me to keep calm and not get frustrated. 

Finally, we sit down in the Westjet lounge area and decide to call American. Can you believe it that on the phone we get the same shuffle!? They tell us its not their responsibility since their flight arrived on time and to call Westjet. They give me the number and I exasperatedly call Westjet. Westjet tells me that I missed my flight (duh!), but I should call American to rebook on a new flight since I originally booked our flights with them. Can you believe this? I ask her to confirm what time the Westjet flight left, because there was no one there at 1:05 and the flight was suppose to leave at 1:20. She confirms that in fact the flight did leave early. What?! Without all of its passengers? I am mortified. I call American again. Yes, they can rebook but we will be paying a change fee. No way. It was not our fault that we missed the flight!! I call Westjet one more time. They tell me to call my travel agent and he will work it out. Hmm. Ok. So I call Richard. He is immediately on it. He’s amazing and it is worth having a travel agent work on your behalf. He books flights for Haiti ARISE regularly and most people do not recognize the value in having us do it for them. I definitely know the value today! He says he will call me back as soon as he figures out what happened. 

By this point, we are thinking that maybe we aren’t supposed to travel back to Canada afterall. Maybe we should just stay the week in Fort Lauderdale. We decide to go get lunch since it is well after 2pm now. We make a Starbucks stop and sit down to relax. That was actually nice to just decide to be at peace with whatever may happen. We pray and ask God to do His will. If he wants us to go, that He would make the way. Richard calls us back at 4pm and has us booked on the next flight out on American and it leaves at 5pm, boarding at 4:35pm. He tells us they gave him the same bounce back and forth between the two til he finally got an agent that just agreed to take care of it and get us back on our way with no extra cost. Thank God! But now we only have 25 minutes again to get to the gate, from Terminal 1 back to Terminal 4, and through security. We make it and we are on our way to Pheonix! Phew! 

Our seats are not together and I end up trading with someone who wants to sit with their travel buddy. I settle in to my seat and decide I need to read my Bible to settle my nerves and ask for God’s peace. I’m going to search for every verse that has to do with peace. Then two young ladies come to sit down by me that seem overly friendly with one another. We greet each other, they say they’re going to watch a movie. I go to my Bible and I see they whisper to each other about it. After a while, I am feeling God’s peace settle on me and as I am reading a verse, my eyes are led to look at the passage before, in Matthew 10:29-31. Instantly, I know that I am supposed to share these verses with them and talk to them about God. Interesting. I’m praying and asking for the right words. I’m not really the type that likes talking to people next to me on the plane. You’re awkwardly close and if the conversation doesn’t go well, you can’t get away. But here goes. I wait til they are done watching their movie, then break the ice with some small talk. How was the movie, looks like a good one with good actors…. were they on vacation? Going home? Turns out they live in Tacoma, WA, which is right in the backyard of where I’m from. We talked about the area, the weather, they’re both in the military. Then I asked if they mind me sharing something with them without hopefully seeming wierd. They say sure! I share with them that I’m a Christian and I believe God can speak to us and as I was reading my Bible I felt like I was suppose to share with them just how valuable they are to God and how much He cares about them and loves them. They were so surprised and touched! The one next to me said she didn’t really consider herself religious, but that she had to believe there was a benevolent being looking over them and if she just did good things maybe she would make it to Heaven or maybe not. The other shared that the religious community does not really accept them since they are gay. Ah, my impression was accurate. But I was to share the gospel with them how we are all sinners and fall short, we make our own choices, yet God wants us to know His will so we can know Him. I got to share my testimony with them and tell them that I think God allowed me to be on the plane with them to share this message with them. They were very open and receptive and grateful that I shared with them. Then they decided to watch another movie. While they were watching it, I was asking the Lord if this was the reason our day went the way they did, just so I could share His message with them? I decided to do some coloring in my adult coloring book of inspirational expressions (I know, cheezy, but very relaxing) When I open the book to color, the exact page I fall on says “Everything Happens for a Reason”. I laugh to myself, cause God likes to speak through many different avenues, even when it seems cheezy. As I am coloring and they are watching their movie, I feel like God is impressing on me to give them the coloring page. Really God? Ok, but only if I finish it before we land. I didn’t think I would finish it, but just as they are finishing their movie, I finish the page. I go to tear out the page and see that on the back there is another quote. It says “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I believe I ended up where I was meant to be.” Again, I laugh to myself. God, you are funny. I write on the back the verse from Matt 10:29-31, “What is the price of two sparrows- one penny? Yet not a single sparrow falls to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.” Then I turn to them. ‘This may sound really silly, but I also feel like God wants me to give this to you.” I share with them all the events of the day and how as I was praying for them after talking, I opened up my book and here is another message for them. They thank me and are grateful and as we disembark the plane, I just pray that God would use my words and message to touch them. Maybe as they look at the picture, they will be reminded of God’s love for them and turn to him. 

So, sometimes we don’t go where we intended to go, but I believe if we are walking in God’s will, we end up where we are meant to be. 


Summer left and Christmas came

Ok, I have to admit I am ashamed at the realization that I have not posted a blog in months! Just another reminder and proof of the busyness of motherhood and ministry... I envy those moms that blog what seems like daily and share all the cute projects they have on the go with their kids that they amazingly have time to share with the rest of the world of grateful moms to inspire us to greater things. I may make strving efforts to do regular crafts with our kids, but honestly admit they dont always get accomplished no matter how lofty my intentions. We had a fantastic fall though. After all of our summer travels to promote Haiti ARISE, the kids and I settled into a fairly regular routine of homeschool, with much help from the Classical Conversations homeschool group we joined this year. We all loved it! We have this great community of 15 families that we are doing school with, learning from each other and with each other and building some great friendships. I have been so encouraged and inspired by these other amazing moms that share the same belief and philosophy of education as I, that it is my responsibility to educate my kids and raise them up to be godly men and women and contributers to society. So that filled our fall, along with kids activities of taekwondo, dance, swimming and now horse riding lessons. And since Austin is a little older and finally out of baby and diaper stage, I have felt a sigh of relief, like I can breathe again and can handle my kids, my emotions, heck, the world with so much more grace! That being because I am not AS exhausted now as a mom of a baby is- I have had 10 straight years of exhausted and am gladly welcoming years of growth and progressing into the next stage in life with kids- the pending adolescence that is coming. Although this is often scary for many, I am thrilled and excited to watch my kids growing into such wonderful, beautiful people and developing in responsibility (somewhat sometimes), talents and personality. And, the greatest part... drum roll.... I have babysitters I dont have to pay now!!! Yeah, time to save money... well not really, but its a nice thought. 

Anyway, this was not the point of blogging today! It's to catch up with my lack of punctual news and share in the joy of Christmas with everyone. The wonderful season of celebrating our Savior's birth and almost the turn of another new year has come. Where did all those months of fall go? They flew by quickly, but smoothly and I am grateful. And it has been so much fun this year celebrating Christmas with our little... ok, not so little, family. We were blessed to have my dad and his new wife, Annie, celebrate with us and I love watching the kids get so excited about thier gifts and about giving gifts to each other. The beautiful thing though is seeing them understand the true meaning of Christmas. We read the Christmas story told through the eyes of each nativity character, prayed for thanks to Jesus and sang Him happy birthday. Earlier this week we enjoyed a Christmas concert that the girls and I sang in- I just about cried through it, it was so powerful. We also enjoyed the lights around the city, the soft crystal snow covering the scenery and a beautiful Christmas Eve service at Eastside City Church. I love this time of year. 

Now we have 6 days til new years and til going back to Haiti. We are flying on New Years Eve and arrive in Haiti on Jan 1, which is Haiti's independence day. We are hoping arriving that day will minimize risks of political upheaval and demonstrations cause everyone will be celebrating with family that day- in Haiti, it's a bigger holiday than Christmas. So I'm starting to gear up to get into packing mode... but not today. Today I am resting and reflecting on Christ's amazing love for us, reveling in Christmas music, relaxing on the couch with my new back massager, watching the kids be totally enthralled in their new treasures and get ready for turkey dinner...mmmmm. 

So, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone! Remember this wonderful season and holiday did not start with Santa Clause, though he was a real man and shared the love of God through giving gifts. But he's not the one who truly knows when you are sleeping or when you are awake. No, that One is the true reason for this Christmas celebration. Isaiah even fortold his coming way before it came, :For unto you a child is born and the government shall be upon His shoulders... and His name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. So you better watch out, yes, because Jesus is watching, but if you do cry, He is there to comfort you. If we shout, He will forgive, because He knows when we are bad and good and He loves us just the same. That is why He came! 



Our Summer Travels

Time sure does pass quickly in life... too fast I fear. Kids grow leaps and bounds before your eyes, gray hair sprouts and bodies feel the affects of years of gravity's toll. Before we know it, another summer has past and fall sneaks right around the corner with school days eager to pounce on us again. I find that with each year, the responsibilities and activities of family and ministry grow and consume me more, while I am also keenly aware of how important rest, leisure and relationship must be given proper place for us to remain healthy, strong and connected in marriage and family. I think especially in the prime of people's lives, this is the areas of life that gets severly neglected and suffers at the hand of busyness and a desire to have a successful career. Couples just seem to occupy the same house together, living and moving in opposite directions, forgetting to water the seeds of love planted in their hearts. We invest years in building a life together, then can seem to lose sight of the goal of a return... sort of like a retirement fund that grows richer every year; at first, it does not seem to be very big, nor do your monthly deposits seem significant. But over time, with a steady building of growth, the investment can carry you in your latter years without much further efforts and work. It pays to invest in marriage and family. And doing it together while serving in ministry is all the more worthwhile. 

So, a practical update on the events of the Honorats..this post is not so much about Haiti... For an update on events going on in Haiti, check out the Team Blog- we had a youth team from Innisfail go down with Chris Girvan in July to work with our youth and kids. 

We have had a summer full of sunshine (which we all love), water, friends and long car rides. Being on the road is tiring, yet we still find the time spent with friends and building relationships with churches and our family of Christ is worth it. We started our travels after a few weeks of Alberta time on July 4th, on our way to Nelson to be with Pastor Jim & Dorreen Reimer at Kootenay Christian Fellowship and spent a week at family camp with them in Riondel, a beautiful, peaceful spot on the Kootenay Lake. Being around other visionaries is always inspiring, sharing together our passion for people and ministry, encouraging each other through the challenges by experience. Jim and Dorreen are these kinds of people, with such big hearts and big vision for the communities of Nelson, BC, especially for the poor and homeless. They feed people every day through Our Daily Bread, ministering to the myriad of street people that come through their doors, and they are working on a project or low-income and homeless housing, a huge endeavor that we are confident God will bless and miraculously bring to fruition, because His heart is for the poor, the fatherless and the widow. There are more than 250 verses in the Bible addressing how we are called to care for these people groups. I love being around people with God's heart. I feel like I absorb an ounce of the compassion they share by just being around them.

We then were to head on to WA, but felt God call us back home to Airdrie for a week in between engagements. And it was for a reason. During the week we were home, we counseled and talked with a number of young couples struggling in their marriages and believe God was using us to help facilitate a road to reconciliation. That is our prayer that God would use us this way. Then on Friday we were on our way south to cross the border. 

We had a great time reconnecting with Harbor City Church in Aberdeen, WA and the kids got to join in on their Kids Summer Day Camp for the week while we were there. It was such a blessing to spend time with Pastor Doug and Lois Cotton, who many years back were instrumental in helping us get Haiti ARISE in the USA off the ground. During that week while the kids and I made new friends and got to water dunk the pastor, Marc had the opporutnity to travel to Detroit, Michigan for another conference with Canadian Collision Industry Forum (CCIF) who have partnered with Haiti ARISE to help in the construction of an auto-body collision repair shop as a part of training in the Technical School in Haiti. (You can check out more info on their website by clicking on the link of the name.) Marc had a great time and they raised a few thousand $ toward the project. 

We then made our way to Oregon, where we got to hang out with my fun and crazy family for a reunion- always wonderful to see all my siblings, neices and nephews, reminding me again how fast time goes and how much we all feel we miss from not seeing each other more often. 

While in Oregon we spent a full week in Redmond and Bend, OR. I think I would say this week was the highlight of our whole month and a half of travels. We had a fabulous time with Grace Gate Community Church and staying on a farm for a few days with our new friends, Kim and Joi, was a real treat for our kids, mostly Miesha, our resident wanna-be farmgirl. She rose early morning each day to help feed the baby calves, rabbits, goats, horses and collect chicken eggs. She's cut out for this kind of life and I really love the rustic, natural lifestyle that goes with the farm. If I ever have an opportunity in this life, I'd like to be a farmgirl too. We then headed to Bend to hang out with some dear friends we knew from Aberdeen who now live in Bend, which totally suits their outdoorsey lifestyle. Keith and Jennifer Hartley used to serve on the board of Haiti ARISE as well, and they treated us like royal tourists, taking us to the lake, floating the river and swimming at the local pool. Everything we did had to do with water, since the temperatures in Oregon were hotter than Haiti (not Hades). We got to take a tour at the Cascade Cullinary Institute to check out their kitchen and cullinary program for ideas. That was pretty inpsiring! We then got to share with a new church plant, Epikos Church, pastored by our good friends, Phil and Shanda Harris. We are looking forward to a Central Oregon team coming from these two churches together this year. We had so much fun with these families, the kids even convinced us to stay another night. The affair we planned our trip to Bend around was the wedding of Dakota Thorne & Kylie Meyers. It was really a blessing and privilege to be a witness of such a beautiful, Christ-centered union. We rejoice with the Thorne family!

Back up north to Surrey, BC, we had a relaxing week to wind down and enjoy the pool at the Ortlieb's place. They were gracious to open their home while they were away for the first few days so we could just spend some down time. The kids of course loved the water there too and we loved connecting again with all of our friends at Surrey Alliance Church. We also had the pleasure of visiting friends & BBQ'ing in Agassiz while hanging with Laurens & Louisa VanVliet and meeting a whole bunch of new families at the wedding of our good friends, Randy & Audrey Krahn's son. They have 9 kids and Tyler's bride, Sarah, has 9 siblings as well. Her family are missionaries to the Yukon way up north past civilization. It was a fun weekend and another true blessing to witness such a pure union.

Now we are glad to be back in Alberta, back home and enjoying getting our feet back on solid ground rather than still riding in a rolling vehicle. Of course, our travels are not done yet as the summer pushes on into fall. But for now I will enjoy home every moment I can. We also welcomed family visitors as soon as we got home. Marc's brother, Luc and his wife and daughter came to spend the week. While they've been here, we're helping Elna get some medical attention as she evidently has an autoimmune thyroid condition that is really affecting her eye and her overall health. So due to some further tests and treatment doctors here want her to do, we are keeping her and their daughter, Trace, for a bit longer. Luc had to travel on, back to Ottawa to see his other kids there. We hope to help her get healthy before sending her on her way. And our girls are of course ecstatic having their cousin here. Oh, and Miesha has already migrated to Grandma Claire's farm, so she can ride horses with Samantha. 

Fall will be here in just a few weeks and homeschool will start again. We'll take our annual trip to the MFI Pastors conference in Portland, then Marc will be back on the way to Haiti. Where does the time go? In Haiti we often say the hours go slow, the days go fast. But here it seems the hours, days, weeks and months all go fast. Too fast. I just want to slow down and enjoy every moment, especially with my amazing kids and husband. Cherish every moment, while longing for eternity where we will not need to number our days as they pass so quickly. Solomon said it up quite nicely in Ecc 3:11, "He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart.." and Moses sang in Psalm 90:4-5,12,"For a thousand years in your sight are but yesterday when it is past, or as a watch in the night. You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning; in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom."


Family trip to Camp Perrin

This weekend we went in another trip. It was supposed to be a mission trip, but because of the short planning time and transportation complications, we just ended up going as a family to scout out the land, so to speak. Pastor Beauvoir, who is our academic director of the tech school, is a visionary man like Marc. He has a church in Petit Goave and another church he helps oversee in Camp Perrin, with lots of vision for ministry I these areas. He's been pestering us to come visit for at least a year. So we packed up the kids, plus buddy Ken (who's practically family too) and headed west. It was a beautiful drive across the mountains and I just love Camp Perrin- clean, finished houses and orderly streets. Seems the farther away you get from Port Au Prince, the nicer and more orderly it is. Since we went Friday and Pastor Beauvoir didn't meet us til Sat night there, we had to find a hot that could accommodate our sprawling family. Last year when Marc and I traveled there with Laurens and Louisa on an agricultural tour trip, we stayed at a cute place w bungalows. But this time we found another place that had a pool which was a plus for the kids.
So in Haiti, finding lodging, food and service is that is of a standard that we'd look for while traveling, poses big challenges. You can usually find one or the other, but all three conditions to be satisfactory together?! Rare. This little place called Kanp Inn was nice, clean, finished (speaking of the construction) and the beds were comfy. Granted the AC was a no go, the bathroom door didn't shut in our room and the key was lodged in the door for the boys room, but it was acceptable. The second condition we were looking for was food- there was supposedly a restaurant. The seating area and bar claimed so, as well as the posted menu, but the only thing available was fried pork, goat or fish (which they only had four left). We ordered at 7pm and planned with the lady to return from a walk to eat at 8pm. We are always hopeful, right? Well, we went for a lovely walk, admiring the homes and well kept flowerbeds, something not easily found in Grand-Goave. We toured a huge monestary where priests are trained for Catholic service, and we returned to the hotel at 8 on the dot. Then we waited.............. By 10pm all our food finally arrived as the kids were ready to sleep on their plates. The food was... Ok. So out of three, we got lodging and food, sort of. The service.... I think she thought she was doing us a favor by even giving us food. In the morning, we had a better server, but we had to give her money to go buy milk for our coffee (which was supposed to be included).

We had a blast on Saturday taking the kids out to see the sights. There's a big dam in Camp Perrin. That captures and channels the river water, which is clean and fresh and in abundance. Local kids showed us how they jump into the small falls of the dam and get swirled around In the whirlpool. What a fun time! We spent a few hours swimming there, had some snacks for lunch, then drove up to Saut Maturine, a huge waterfall. It's beautiful! There's also a restaurant and small hotel hanging over the edge of the cliff facing the falls- scary. I'd never stay there, though it looks neat, as it is clearly not built well, or even finished for that matter. But their service is awesome. Austin had fallen asleep and Marc went to sit with him in the restaurant. The owner let him lay Austin down in his own room to sleep. They were very eager to serve us, but a group of 30 young people had shown up and pretty much exhausted their food supply, so they had nothing to prepare for us to eat there. The kids and I swam in the crystal clear pool of the falls for a while and watch some crazy guys jump from the top of them which had to be at least 30 feet. Then we went on our way.
Alas, That evening we searched high and low for another restaurant to eat at and found a great hotel and restaurant with excellent service! All three in one! Their rooms were all full unfortunately, but we will be sure to stay there next time.

Sunday morning we went with Pastor Beauvoir into the mountains a bit just outside Camp Perrin to the little church he oversees. A great group of faithful followers, clapping hands and beating tambourines. They were so happy to have us there. The kids sang a song for the church and I shared my testimony then Marc preached. The service was done by 11, and then it started pouring rain, so we held out, waiting for the rains to pass. Then they took us up to a house for coffee and bread. All such lovely, hospitable people- in fact, I know that if we stayed there next time, we'd find all three- comfy beds, good food and friendly service, cause they'd receive us in their homes. This is the thing about Haitians- they are very hospitable and love having visitors In their homes. But to go find somewhere to pay for a good spot is a challenge.

It was a great trip though- fun with the kids, refreshing and a beautiful relaxing spot plus we got to meet more of the members of our great family in Christ. I look forward to going again.


clinical visits

So, today was our 15th anniversary. We had planned to go for lunch together, just me and Marc, in Petit Goave, but we had to make a few clinic visits first for our adoption process for Kiki. I had hoped they wouldn't be long, but like everything in Haiti, it took hours and was quite the experience. I am still laughing to myself about the whole thing and feel inclined to share.

So first we were sent to the psychologist to have a psychological evaluation. The psychologist was nice enough, but I couldn't help thinking that for the amount of money he was charging us for the visit (just because he is recognized by the government), and the short intview he had with us, I should become an Haitian psychologist. The questions were not as penetrating as I would have expected, though I think he had a good impression of us that he chose to simplify his interview (but still charged us the same exhorbant amount). He asked basic questions about our family, but some strange ones too. Just curious, how would the average person answer this: Do you feel you are too valuable and important to society or of equal level to society? Hmm, that was a stumper. Or how about this one: For where you are today, are you proud of yourself or do you feel like a failure?

What was funnier to me though is how business is often conducted in Haiti. It seems random, makeshift and unplanned. The psychologist's office was not so bad, though it was the size of a closet set up in the front porch of his house. I was expecting a nice office... but this was better compared to the doctors clinic we went to next for our medical exams.

This clinic too was a private business, set up in the home of the doctor. The office was a makeshift room in the corner of what I think was the living room, separated by a set up plywood wall and the width of maybe four feet. We entered through a side screen door from the porch that was strewn with lawn chairs and an old leather lazyboy chair. The room was so narrow, we could not both enter the door at once. There was an examining table with a clean white sheet in front of two squished together desks and a filing cabinet. The doctors (a husband and wife team, evidently) worked together out of the same small 'clinic' room and as they entered through a door in the makeshift wall, politely introducing themselves, they squeezed around us and each other to get to their seats behind each desk in front of us. I glanced at Marc a few times to see if his expression would show if he was considering this comical as I was, but he held a respectful gaze. They each pulled out a blank white sheet of paper (as the psychologist had also done), to take their notes from their 'examination' by posing us 20 questions concerning our health, each asking us at the same time different questions- the husband, my doctor and the wife, Marc's doctor. It seems odd to me that they would not have some sort of set form for checking boxes or making notes that would be uniform for any health exam...but this is Haiti. So they use blank white paper. I am partially assuming that when we pick up our medical exam certificate that maybe it will be all typed out in some sort of official format... we'll see. Anyway, they took our blood pressure and listened to our breathing and heart, then prescribed us a series of lab tests. Throughout the 'exam' many people passed through the house or came to the front door, which they yelled to another family member through the makeshift wall to take care of. And they had their own little dialogue going on between them in French the whole time, commenting on us, on how the exam should be done and whether I was a Christian or not because I have a tatoo on my back. They they shared that they were Jehovah's Witnesses and shared a bit with us about their faith. The whole time I couldn't help but plan in my head how I could better rearrange their office clinic for them so that it functioned more efficiently and so the wife wouldnt have to keep squeezing behind her husband to get in and out of her little desk area. I had to hold back my smiles trying to muster up all of my manners. They were very nice folks, but acted more like ma and pa than professional doctors receiving clients into their clinic.

They proceeded to share with us their personal story about how this is not really their office, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed about the state of the environment, and that they used to have a nice home, clinic and pharmacy that was damaged in the earthquake and the mayor forced it to be torn down although they thought it could be repaired. A sad story indeed, as all of their 20 years of efforts to build their home and business were brought to zero again. And at the end of our exams, we offered to pray for them. Then paid another hefty bill, which I hope contributes to them being able to re-establish a better clinic and office.

By the end of our clinic visits, it was 3:30pm and we headed to a restaurant that is downtown Petit Goave that we have been to before and has good food and service. But again, it is Haitian service- there is limited power, so no lights are on, but they did turn on the fans for us and give priority to turn on the soccer game on the flatscreen tv on the wall. We had a very tasty late lunch and Marc got to watch the Barcelona game- I can't remember the other team as its not really my interest. It demands my attention though everytime a goal is made, as the Haitian commentator yells a very long Gooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllll!Goal,Goal,Goal, Goal! The last funny thing is when we were all done and ready to pay the bill, my cash was depleted from our clinic visits and I was teasing Marc that he should pay since he took me out (although our money is all in one purse). So he was going to use his credit card, but the power had just gone out so their credit card machine did not work. They did it the old fashion way, taking the credit card imprint. Then we were on our way.

It was not the most romantic of anniversary outings. In fact, I think we were both in shock after our clinic visits for awhile and still processing the experience that we finally started sharing and laughing about it on our way back home. Marc was not too excited that I planned those appointments on our anniversary, but I honestly hadn't considered the date when it was booked. So, we'll have a do over date, minus the clinic visits. Still makes for good stories though. And I hope it brings us one step closer to finalizing Kiki's adoption.


Mountain Mission

So much has been happening in the past month, I have not had the time to be able to fully capture the moments. But this weekend was incredible and it would be unjust for me to not share the experience with you all. (If you want to see the photos for this post, please click here: 

Here is the slideshow of photos from our trip:

We went on a mountain mission trip, we being an awesome team of our Haitian church members and leaders from Legliz Mahanaim as well as Erica, who's here with us from Canada for two months. It was quite the journey and a blast. 

Since early April, we had been planning to go visit our sister affiliate church, Legliz Mahanaim DuFour led by Pastor Edmond, which is located high up into the mountains above Grand-Goave. To get there is a long journey across the mountains on motorbike, then by foot or by donkey. The rainy season makes the route even more treacherous with mud and slippery rocks. So when we met earlier in the week, we told Pastor Edmond that if it rained, we don't think we could make the trip. He looked worried and disappointed and hopeful at at once, reassuring us that God would hold back the rains so we could make the trip. Marc and I both determined that no matter what, we were going to make the trip with as many would come with us. We made the appointment for everyone to meet at 6am, rain or shine. 

Saturday morning

6:00am came, we eagerly headed to the church, although it had rained lightly in the night. No one showed up. We started making phone calls and by 7am all 15 but one of the team showed up. We prayed and with much joy and courage, we started on our journey.

8:00am The first leg was the shortest- Anel drove us in the Kia van to Petit Goave. As we were heading out of town, our last team member showed up. She almost got left behind! There was also another short delay at a police roadblock just out of town. Our team consisted of: Marc, Lisa & Leah, as the leaders, Stevens, Ronald, Joassin, Vayola, Louisna & Johanne, a core of our worship team, Luciana & Yolette, sisters and kitchen staff, Canje, our mountain guide and resident evangelist, and church sisters Jule & Manicia, and Erica of course. 

We arrived in Petit Goave and Canje, who grew up in the mountains and knows the road well, had made arrangements for motorbikes taxis to take us up as far as they could go with drivers who were experienced with the road. But a revolt broke out as other drivers were upset they were not hired. One tried to demand that each motorbike only take one passenger when they could take two, cause they wanted to force us to pay more drivers. We all hopped on our rides and broke away.

9:00am we started up the road, when the drivers that were mad for not being hired whipped on ahead of us and tried to block the road so we couldn't pass. After lots more lively discussion and arm throwing and a truck also trying to get past, the blockade was broken. But further ahead again, they raced to set up another blockade, this time with large rocks in their hands and threatening to stone us, like that is really going to convince us to put confidence in them to be our drivers! The Spirit of God was definitely with us though as none of us feared and finally we just pushed through. Canje threatened that he would report them to the police since he knew all their names and they gave up, throwing their rocks to the ground. 

Our whole team realized right away that God wanted us to go on this trip, cause the enemy was really trying to thwart our plans. 

This second part of the trip on motorbikes took about an hour and a half, up steep, rocky dirt roads that were slippery with mud and water. Marc had decided to drive his own motorbike for the experience of it and he was doing really well, til another motorbike was riding on his tail and pressuring him to go faster. He hit a slippery turn and dip at the same time and wiped out. Thankfully, he was not hurt badly and his bike just got a broken mirror. But he decided to let Ronald drive the rest of the way and he rode as passenger. There were some parts of the drive that were through riverbeds and then up very steep, rocky slopes.

10:30am we came to the point where the drivers would turn around and we had to continue the journey on foot. This was at the peak of the first mountain behind Petit Goave. We still had four mountains to cross over on foot to get to DuFour. 

With the weather being very cool and cloudy, we all prayed earnestly that the rain would be held back. The air was thick with a cloud of mist that we walked through, some places so thick we couldn't see those walking 20 feet in front of us. The soil was deep orange with clay and fertile with all kinds of crops growing. Really, the mountains are the heart of Haiti, where the sources of food come from. The mountain people work so hard with the land and most of them make the trip twice a week to bring agriculture produce down to the markets in town. It is strikingly beautiful. We met many friendly, helpful folks along the way that would help us find paths of least resistence through the muddy, slippery rocks.

As we reached a little further on about an hour in, some of the church members from DuFour had actually come down to meet us with five mules to help carry our bags and those who couldn't handle the walk. This was a good thing, cause Marc's knee had started to swell from his fall on the motorbike. Lousina, Johanne and Sr. Jules also took one. One man with a mule remained with me, eager to give me a lift as soon as I would allow him to, but I felt much more secure with my feet on the ground, slippery as it was. He was persistent in coaxing me to ride, so I mounted, but the mule was a bit stubborn and his feet seemed to be weak in the mud. He slipped and fell, rolling me onto the muddy ground. I wasn't hurt, but not too convinced I was safer on the mule, so I walked mostly. When my legs got tired or the way got super muddy, he would again encourage me to ride. Our team was having a great time though, enjoying each others company and the beauty. For many of them, it was their first time on a trip into the mountains like this. It was neat to see a mission trip from their perspective, although it was still in Haiti, to them it was like another country. Erica was a real trooper with not a peep of complaints. She even carried her own bag the whole trip.

Half way in, we reached a point where we thought we'd made it, but Canje was just showing us where his house was and there was a church there. He still spends a lot of time in the mountains, although he now lives in Grand-Goave. At that point, the landscape really changed too. Not only was it slippery, we were passing through very narrow paths with sharp volcanic looking rock on eaither sides of us. And after another hour again, the landscape changed again to even narrower paths on the sides of the mountains. We were literally walking on crests of the mountains, with steep slopes reaching up on one side and straight down on the other. I had to keep my eyes on each step and not look down or my head would spin. Lucianna had a hard time starting about half way in, feeling she just couldn't go anymore. We stopped a few times to rest, drink and eat some bread and nuts. Although we were all tired, we were all still smiling! 

2:30pm a group of young ladies from the church came to meet us, as the last hour of the trip seemed to be the hardest. All of our legs were like Jell-o and the path was almost straight up the mountainside. I actually felt like I was rock climbing instead of hiking. We reached the village of DuFour where there is a beautiful health clinic and Catholic school. I couldn't help wonder how in the world these people built these concrete buildings way up here! 

3:30pm we finally arrived! After 7.5 hours of travel, five of those walking, we were glad to be in DuFour! Those that had been on mules and been fast walkers had made it half an hour before us. We all plopped onto chairs that were readily available for us weary travelers as the church folks were already hard at work making us food and promptly served us bread and coffee or hot cocoa. It was delicious! They stripped our feet of our dirty runners and socks and swept them away to be cleaned for us. The people were so hospitable; they prepared buckets of water for us all to bathe, offered us mattresses and beds to rest on and prepared a savory soup with dumplings, goat, carrots and potatoes. We had a few hours to bathe, rest, eat which were all very welcome, before we prepared for the evening service.

6:00pm the church service started. The worship team was a band of men with drums, tamborines and a long metal tube that likes a cheese grater that they scrape with a stick to create rythms. They have a small generator to run 3 lightbulbs and the little church was packed with maybe 100 people. We had a rockin' time! Our team all shared testimonies and songs and I shared a word out of Matthew 5:1-12 about the Beattitudes. Service went til 10pm.

10:30pm we all gladly collapsed into our beds. Pastor Edmond gave us his two-room house to sleep, one room full of mattresses on the floor for the ladies, and the bedroom with two beds and mattresses on the floor, a bed for Marc and I and the rest of the spots for the guys. I fell to sleep fast and woke once to go to the bathroom, which is an outhouse about 15 feet from the house. I think it was midnight by then and I could still here Pastor Edmond and his wife and others talking in the yard. 

Sunday morning

5:30am we all woke to Lucianna's gentle singing a song about waking up. Then we spent a half hour in prayer and each slowly rolled out of bed. I was first to bathe as I wanted to stretch my sore body and wash my crusty eyes! I actually don't think the church people slept much, cause again they were up early preparing breakfast for us. We had a traditional bitter tea, which is made with local herbs tasting like dandelions, and salt. Yuck! It was fun to watch Erica's face as we told her she had to drink it before she could have bread and very swet coffee with milk.

8:00am church started with Sunday School. I must mention here that Legliz Mahanaim DuFour is a church that we have adopted and become their mother church. Pastor Edmond planted the church in 2004 and was independent, but aware that he needed an afilliation and covering. After many visits, pastors conferences and building relationship with us, we accepted their church to come under our covering and name. So we are seeking to accompany them to help reach their community and build up the church. We had a powerful time, again, in worship. Stevens led worship, then Pastor Edmond led more worship, then our team sang and gave more testimonies. Amazingly, there were groups of visitors from two other churches also in the mountains that showed up so the little church was even more packed. All the songs, testomonies and scriptures shared flowed in one vein. It was so much fun and so powerful.

12:00pm church got out and we had a short meeting with the leadership team, which was encouraging as they shared their vision for the community and how they hope we can assist them. Our whole team concluded that this is a trip that we need to make as a church missions project at least twice a year, July and January when there is no rain and we are looking at ways we can build tighter relationship with the church. They have many youth and children that have to come down to Grand-Goave for schooling, so most of them attend our church while they are here. Many of the young people were going to accompany us back down the mountain as they were on their way back to school this week. 

We had lunch and then got our bags packed up and ready to head back on our journey.

2:45pm We decided to take a different route down the mountain that would be shorter, but steeper and more direct, although it still crosses over three mountains. But since there was no more rain, it was dry and easier to cross. Most of it was right along the ridge edges of the mountains, some places barren red rock. It only took 3 hours on the way back. Marc, Johanne and I rode mules most of the way. I had a good mule this time that worked very heard and steady following the other two. By the end of the second hour though, I had to get down and give my butt a rest by walking! The day was beautifully perfect, with a pleasant cool breeze.

6:00pm we arrived at the motorbike station and waited for the rest of the team that had been on foot. The motorbikes all arrived and were down the mountain and into the church yard by 7:30pm. We were like a train of bees honking through the town, three people on each motorbike. 

It was a thrilling experience and wonderful time of bonding with our church team. I think Erica just about speaks Croele now and has made some good friends. All of us have sore bodies, but rejoiced that we all made the trip safely. Marc is laid out resting. He pretty much shot his voice preaching Sat and Sunday and his knee was still sore. I'm looking forward to the next trip! In that last picture, the farthest mountain behind us is the one we are at the top of!


Full days

These days have been very full, sometimes I am amazed at how much happens in one day. There seem to be some days in Haiti that past very slowly, but the last few days have not been that way.
We are in our second day of our youth conference and nightly crusades. It starts with early mornings getting our whole family to the campus for breakfast and to make sure things are ready for the services. I was responsible to get the speakers' sermon notes translated and photocopied to pass out to all the attendees of the conference. We peaked at 400 today and expect more youth tomorrow since it's Saturday. Our kids and the Collin kids have been involved serving and preparing tables for the three meals a day we provide for all the youth. Miesha takes great pride in her service, even wearing her apron and hair covering. The littler kids, Jasmine, Ariana and Austin, along with Kanyon Collins, took to caring for some newborn chicks. Ariana got a bit zealous bathing them and Austin was a little rough and squeezed one a bit too tight. The boys, Asher, Kiki, Ken and Griffin also took part in the youth sermons. They got to learn all about purity and how to treat girls right.

But today held another twist. This morning Aida Collins was not feeling well. In fact, she was getting increasingly sharp stomach pains and fever. By lunchtime, we were all quite concerned for her. Praise be to God who knows way before we do when something is about to happen and makes a way to be sure His children are taken care of. Usually when we have a conference happening, everything else closes on campus- schools and clinic, sometimes even construction. But this time, Pastor Ed Allan brought along with him Dr. Helgardt and Senat so they could assist in the clinic. Though it was open all week, today I insisted the clinic close since all the staff were also involved in the conference. So when Aida came down sick, not only was a doctor available, he was right on campus and diagnosed right away that she had appendicitis.
Things got really interesting then. I was still trying to translate, print, and copy some last minute notes when we all suddenly had to decide what should be done with Aida. The next session of the conference was about to start and the show had to go on, but we all paused to convoke everyone to pray- the ladies in the kitchen, the whole church of youth and leaders and a message out to all of our friends through Facebook.
Now let me take a brief pause here to explain the dire picture of available, skilled and sanitary health care in Haiti- there is very little. In Haiti we have to trust God to provide and care. Most hospitals in the country are run down, not very clean conditions, costly to pay for services and the doctors are scarce or unskilled. There is one local hospital which, fortunate for us, is run by Cuban doctors. They are skilled and the hospital is relatively clean, yet they often lack the needed supplies and drugs. I had no idea if they'd be able to do an operation, but I thought they could probably do an ultrasound or refer us to where we ought to go. So for Andrea and Keith as concerned parents in a foreign land with all this to consider plus the uncertainty of being able to clearly communicate through language barriers of not only Creole, but also Spanish with the Cuban doctors, I can only image how overwhelmed they felt. In fact, Wade was already making calls to the travel insurance company to see about airlifting her to Miami. On top of that, Keith & Roy had made a trip to PAP for some very large and necessary purchases for our upcoming projects and they had only just arrived at their destination when he got the call from Andrea.
So we decided to take her to the local hospital. Again, God made concessions for us. Cadet, one of our staff, called a friend who works inside that was able to get the doctors to receive her right away. Just 20 minutes later and the hospital would have been closed. We also had a young lady from our church who's been studying in Dominican Republic come for the conference. She was able to accompany them to help translate since she can speak English, Creole, French & Spanish. Dr. Helgardt & Senat also went along to be sure she received proper care.
Andrea called me after their consultation with the doctors. They could do the operation here, or she could risk traveling to PAP to a larger hospital if she wasn't confident of their skill.... What do we do? What would you do? I knew right away a trip to PAP could take a long time and cause her appendix to rupture over all those bumpy roads. I suggested she trust them to do the operation right away. They did and Aida came through it in a very short time. The doctor even showed the appendix to Andrea and Dr. Helgardt- it was very inflamed.
So praise be to God. Meanwhile, the conference went on, the women in the kitchen prayed and rejoiced at the news of the successful operation and we had a powerful time of prayer and prophecy over the young people.

I brought the Collins boys home with our kids to wait until they could go see their sister. And we prepared to go to the crusade in town. Marc, Pastor Ed and Pastor Jeff & Karyn with the other missionaries were already there in a lively time of singing, dancing and gospel message. Andrea came to pick the boys and I herded the rest of the kids to the crusade. After it was all done, we got another call. They were hoping to take Aida home, but it seemed they upset the doctors with the suggestion since they explained they are responsible to ensure she heals completely. If she goes home and there's complication, they won't receive her back. So after some discussion, we agreed that Andrea should stay over with Aida in the hospital.
Sigh. All in one day.


family movie night

So here is what our Friday family movie night typically looks like in Haiti:

1.Leave the campus early to go home and have enough time for a family movie together. Arrive home at 8:00pm
2. Spend 20 minutes debating whether to watch a DVD we have all seen (which in hindsight,would have been the easiest) or a new movie.
3. Finally decide we will choose a new movie from Netflix and try to watch it off of Asher's PS3.
4. start to get PS3 set up, but to access the internet, a Software Update is required. We start the update.
5. 10 minutes later, the update is only at 8%
6.The power goes out.
7. Search around in the dark for a flashlight to turn on generator.
8. Cannot find flashlight. The generator is out of gas.
9. Turn on inverter, restart software update on PS3.
10.Meanwhile, we try to start the movie on the iPad. There is only 10% charge.
11.Plug in the iPad to charge and find out charger is not working. Other charger is at the campus.
12. We send Rosney and Ken to go pick up the other charger, since our phones are also almost dead.
13.They come back with no charger. Must have got put in the office.
14.Meanwhile, the city power returns. We decide to wait out the Software Update before switching the power back over.
15.Miesha and I play Scrabble. The update takes another 30 minutes.
16. Update finishes, we switch the city power back on, restart the PS3, then it has to initialize- another 10 minutes.
17. Finally, we get to Netflix, but the internet is too slow and it cannot sign in.
18.By now, it is 10:30pm. We decide to scrap the movie. Miesha and I finish our Scrabble game, the boys play FIFA, as usual.
19. 11pm we all get ready for bed.

Movie night in Haiti is a bit of a challenge.


Day trips

With our long term missionary staff we are taking some day trips for research, cultural learning to get and see the country. On Saturday I went with Keith and Andrea and our driver, Yvon, to go on a tour of a ministry in Titayen north of Port Au Prince called Healing Haiti and Grave Village. We are working on building relationships and networking with other ministries doing similar work and seeing what we can learn from them. At first we just thought it was an orphanage and wanted to go see what they were doing. We were surprised to learn they recently changed their model and philosophy of orphan care to incorporate family units and homes. It was a great tour and connection. We asked lots and lots of questions and learned a lot! We met with the directors and shared vision together. It was very inspiring to see a place in Haiti that is implementing this model with success and seeing great fruit even in the short time they've changed things. They testified of how many behavioural issues they were encountering before with the children had virtually diminished to a very low percentage after the children were placed in the individual homes with parents. They have an onsite social worker and counsellor that meet with the kids and parents regularly to assess their progress. Many kids said now that they have a family, there's no reason for them to act out, cause it was just for attention. Keith, Andrea & I were rejoicing for God's confirmation through this divine appointment.

Then on Wednesday we got to take our mid-term missionary staff to Jacmel for a day out. We enjoyed a great day of site seeing through the historic city and I was amazed at the development and progress there's been in Jacmel even in just a year. There's a new Boardwalk all along the waterfront where Carnaval was held last year and many historic buildings are being restored. They are even building a bridge across the river that leads up to Basin Blue, a beautiful waterfall that we've visited many times in the past, but never enjoyed the treacherous route to get there. In fact, last time we got stuck in the riverbed when we crossed, with water streaming in the bottom of the doors. Some guys had to pull and push us across. That was the last time we went.

I meant to post this last Friday, but as I saved it, I lost half the post. I'm convinced computers have their own will and sinful nature! I'm actually posting from my phone now, as my computer has completely crashed yesterday, leaving me feeling at a loss with lots of projects needing to be completed from the computer. Amazing how reliant we become on such things that are not lasting then act shocked and dismayed when they die or fail us. I'm reminded of Paul's words to the Colossians in 3:2 to not set my sights on earthly things, but to set my eyes in things above. I'm constantly reminded of this actually, in this environment where very few things last or run as would normally be expected. And with the teams we have coming too I think that's a major lesson God teaches them as projects don't always end up working out like we have planned. Especially coming from a society where we can just run to the closest Home Depot, Staples or Apple Store to replace or buy the supplies we need. I'm now trying to figure out how to get a new laptop here or how I can get mine repaired and mindful that I'm going to lose a lot of 'productive' time while I wait for a solution. But even in this, god in His grace and sovereignty knows why and how. I must trust that He'll work it out.

I ask for your prayers as we are embarking on the establishment of the Children's Village. We are feeling much resistance in the spiritual realm from the enemy. We know this is God's heart to care for widows and orphans in their distress (James 1:27) and to set the orphan in a family and place of belonging. The enemy is not happy. Yet we still know Gods hand of favour is greater! Believe with us.