The power’s been out since about 6:00 last night. But they finally got a generator working enough that we could get electricity in the bedroom. And you start praising God for willing handymen and working fans.
It’s really the simple things.
We sat out under these radiant stars for hours after dark – gazing at the sky because outdoors was far cooler than inside. And I think about how much we are made for those moments. I come alive in this – feel the most connected to God when stripped of my comforts and left to watch huge shooting stars in the tropics outdoors.
It’s really the simple, gloriously majestic things. When suddenly you don’t care about the sweat or the discomfort and are totally immersed in the beauty of the moment.
Earlier, we giggled with some little boys and snapped silly pictures and talked about excitement for VBS… well, I rambled in English and threw in a few Creole phrases. I think the point got across. But in that broken communication, I again see that language isn’t always necessary. We say so much without it.
This work is simple – and yet so complex. It’s a smile. A silly expression. A big bear hug. A willingness to sweat alongside them and listen. To give and serve and combat generations of injustice and extreme poverty with a lot of learning and a lot of mistakes along the way. And somehow watch as God takes that willingness and runs with it.
God is alive and moving in Haiti. And in this sea of inspiration, I find that simple is often far better.