Love the Master, not the ministry
I have wanted to give up a thousand times.
Eleven years ago, we started out on this grand adventure, not realizing the full cost of discipleship.
As I look back on the mountaintops and the valleys, I am reminded of this truth: Love the Master, not the ministry.
People will come and go. He remains. A thousand times I have wanted to give up, but every single time my Father has reminded me that He alone is faithful and true.
Some days this journey feels like a hard-fought hallelujah, but I am so thankful to be able to say: we're still standing, by God's grace.
I mistakenly went to Haiti believing I could help the poor and needy, but what God revealed to me was that I was the destitute one.
How gracious He has been every step of this journey.
It's the small things that sometimes matter most
Years ago I learned that many Haitians have never known the joy of a birthday celebration, the happiness of that moment before you cut the cake after your family and friends stand around and sing, acknowledging your importance to the world.
How many birthday cakes have we purchased through the years at Haiti Awake? How often have we sang to someone we know and love? These are always special occasions, but yesterday may have been the most special to me - even though I couldn’t be there.
Yesterday we honored Soiris, a man I first wrote about a little over a year ago, a man whose life has taught me so much.
A Haitian friend told me, “This is a day he will never forget in his life.” And it’s the same for me. I will never forget this day because it’s another example of God’s faithfulness.
Kyle Idleman wrote: “When I’ve thought about people who have met a need of mine, I’ve realized they probably don’t even remember doing it because it didn’t seem like a big deal to them - but it was to me.”
Happy Birthday, Soiris. You are important in this world. You’ve taught me about joy in the midst of difficult circumstances, and you have met a need in my heart. I’m so glad to know you!