Love looks like something...

Family...

Wow what a wonderful 31 hours….God is just so good...Nothing huge but it's all in the little things. To start with there is a wonderful osteopath visiting here that is being so kind and working on our kids and some missionaries. She worked on me yesterday and found that part of my lung wasn’t functioning as it should. Those who know me know I have had discomfort with breathing so this totally explained it and now I feel the difference! She worked on some other things as well. Found the whole thing truly fascinating! God was so creative when he made us!

Had a relaxing evening in with me myself and I, where I made homemade soup. The kitchen is my happy place where it’s just me and God creating together. Introvert at heart. Love my alone times with God.

Then today I had a day of doing admin and getting lots done…spoke with some friends and my lovely ‘Tia’ who is part of my little family. Heard about my friend Ana who I work with at the baby and toddler house, chased a robber through the village today. They got lots of stuff back but not all…but the police are on it! She then gave me some Chinese noodles she had made, which due to timing resulted in me eating two lunches. :) Love the community I am part of. Love my home.

I then got the barraca ready for tonight with one of the boys who works for Rahab each Friday. He cleans each Friday afternoon and guards, translates and looks after the male visitors in the evening. I put up two pictures that some artists did for us in the last mission’s school. Made the barraca look more homely. I then had a chat with our worker as he has some real struggles in his life and at home. I so wished I could help further but thankfully we are in an amazing body of Christ. I sent him to the right people to connect with knowing God will do something and all will be fine. While I was chatting with him one of the girls I met on the street last Sunday came over. In her school uniform and a Christmas tie, she had bought me a present. A necklace and some earrings. So precious of her. We ended up talking about her dreams. She wants to become a pediatrician and then get a passport to go help the poor in Haiti. Her compassion shocked me and once again I was stretched and learnt more at the feet of the poor than I do anywhere else. She is 16, smart and I know she can do it with God’s help.

I showered with running water…first time in months. Felt clean.

Ate leftovers from my first lunch and got ready for Rahab.

From the first moment we started Rahab this evening it was pure peace. Jesus was in that room and joy and laughter could only be seen. As we washed dirty, worn-out feet we chatted about God, how their weeks had been and asked God for help in the difficult things. Working jobs were organised at the relief of a newly made widow. Aching stomachs and colds where prayed for, wounds where bandaged up and all nails in that room looked beautiful. The ipod speakers stopped working so we sang. We discovered new songs and sang known ones. We were family relaxing in His house. God told me to make that place like a sitting room on purpose.

I returned home with a huge smile on my face knowing He is good…in the little and the big. He is good.

Showered again with running water. I will never take it for granted again. Got ready for bed.

Praying for His peace that we experienced in that barraca tonight to happen on the streets. Praying for my kids that I didn’t get to see today and truly miss. Praying for tomorrow in excitement of what my heavenly Daddy will have for me. Goodnight all. 

Aprender a amar...

Rahab:

Those moments when you can't put into words how you feel...one of my girls from the street phones me to say her malaria has gone and she will see me tonight...all excited...opening herself up to be vulnerable. Someone who finds it hard to trust is phoning to say she will see me tonight. It's all baby steps but I cheer with that just as I would when one of our babies makes their first steps. God is so kind, gracious and caring.

Some nights I get discouraged as I witness such foul play. My little 13 year olds telling me she was forced to have an abortion, as her client was white, as she takes off her long trousers to reveal her short shorts. She is ready in her work uniform. She starts walking the streets, well known to many it doesn’t take long until she finds someone claiming to own her for the night. It breaks me every time.

What is this huge thing before me? Just as Moses felt overwhelmed, so do I. But I have been called to set His people free. I have been called to Love. Come what May.

I am learning.

I am learning to give each thing to God.  

I am leaning on the baby steps. I am leaning on the fact that girls are coming off the street and finding jobs. I am leaning on the fact that they are getting their dignity back. I am leaning on the fact that God saves. I am leaning on His promises. I am leaning in His love.

Please join me in prayer for each one of these precious girls. We know about 60-70 girls now and we won’t stop until they are set free. Please pray for the men caught up in this. Please pray for this nation that it won’t be used for its state of poverty. Please pray.

Baby/toddler house:

Our children are just fantastic and God is showing His miracles through them every day. They know how to party and how to rest in His joy. They know how to fight off the orphan spirit and to praise Him in all things. They know His goodness and His salvation. May our ceiling be their floor from the word go. Please pray they are encouraged every day, that they are lead only by the HS in all things and that even when they are sleeping, they are pioneering. We believe in great things for our kids. :)