Today it rained.
That might be my only reason for writing. IT rained. It
rained. It is amazing how much of
your spirit prays here. At home
when there is a problem with the pipes, you call the city. You call a plumber, and he comes within
an hour of two and water comes back.
Here there is a problem with the pipes, but no one seems to fix it and
there is no way of calling a plumber, so we pray. We pray. Feel
like my heart always finds the rawness of believing here. The rawness of pleading for help
because I don’t know what else to do.
Sometimes I know and I believe that we loose sight of God and his
realness and rawness in the states as it is so easy to do it ourselves. We have a problem, we know who to call. If our heart hurts, we call a friend
because the phone is easy. If we
can’t eat, we go to a food pantry.
If we have a health problem we go to urgent care or call an
ambulance. All those things do not
exsist in the realness in the hardship of Haiti.
All that seems to be more real and raw in Haiti. On Monday our water completely stopped
from the faucet and Ryan and I looked at each other like, “It is
beginning.” Our plan B was going
to pay someone to fetch us water from another town, but in that we worry….so
today we are thankful that God brought rain to fill bins for use. We are thankful that the land has had a
drink. We are thankful that water
pours from the faucet. Continue to
pray for the camp. Week two is
almost done. A blessing!
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