I can’t shake the chill from my fingers. This is the umpteenth time I’ve warmed up my daughter’s heart-shaped rice bag and snuggled it close. Was it really a week ago that my legs were burning as I bushwhacked my way up a thorny hillside to behold a sight so beautiful it made every scratch worth it? Was it really only a week ago we were on the beautiful Haitian shoreline, snorkeling in the ocean, and crisping under the Caribbean sun? I remember our last night there but it collides with my today so jarringly, I wonder if it really happened? Ocean breezes collide with winter chill. Adventure seems to have made way for monotony. New sights have been replaced by similar surroundings again. As clichéd as it is, last week feels like a dream.
My body is jet-lagged not from time, but weather. It’s impossible to write even a summary of our week in Haiti. I could go through my journal and tell you each thing we did or ate, but I don’t think that would be profitable. I’d rather reflect on the ways God worked in my heart and showed Himself to me. Before leaving, our entire family was plagued with the great throw-up bug. In between washing sheets and blankets and every conceivable surface, I attempted to pack. How it got done is only by God’s grace. I had pictured myself cleaning our house and leaving it pristine and tidy, with love notes tucked in different places for Matt to find while we were gone. I left the house a complete mess. Not one single love note, not even scribbled on the mirror.
One of my worst fears was getting sick while we were in Haiti. The second our plane landed, Nadine threw up. The day after we arrived, I was hit with terrible diarrhea. I prayed for God to take it away and He did, just before we left on our first outing into the village. The next night I was hit with a fever and went to bed shivering and sweating all night long. The next day we traveled to the Moringa field where CPR-3 is working. I was not about to let a fever get in the way of the day. The moringa tree is literally a miracle from God. Check out the amazing benefits it provides, here. Revelation 2:22 paints a little picture of Heaven and describes another miraculous tree: And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. This verse implanted itself on my mind the entire day we chopped down moringa trees. I ate their leaves and prayed for healing from the fever. The whole day was a blessing. We sweated and learned more about each other, and eventually I did get well.
God took my worst fear and showed me that His grace is sufficient in our weakness. I felt His care through my team around us, encouraging and caring for Nadine & me. There are many fears that throw themselves at us each and every day. This week I was reminded: you are still here, because God wants you here. Not that I feel as if I was facing death, but many are, and we never know what tomorrow may bring. If we rest in God’s promise of now, and do not fear what we can not see, our hearts can be at peace.
That is enough to jump for joy and be full of hope.
Strength for today, bright hope for tomorrow;
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand besides.