lets die

One day at Life Is Hope last summer, one of the kids, played with my watch. Somehow he managed to set an alarm at 1:00 a.m. I never fixed it because it felt like a memory I didn't want to be fixed. I love the irony of this because the Haiti team of 15 met at the church at 1:00 a.m. Friday morning to set out on another trip to Haiti. God knew Milliot would set an alarm at the same time I would make a second trip to the place I had been mesmerized. 

The week came and went in a blink of an eye. I always wonder why I keep going back because of how heartbreaking the goodbyes are. It was amazing to say the least. 

Everytime I am serving God, I learn to die to myself. We are called to die to our selfish needs to serve others in everything they need. The team helped lay a foundation of an orphanage being extended so the kids can have more space than they have now. We formed a line to pass buckets of cement and I forgot to bring work gloves. Therefore, my hands became filthy of cement. I looked at my hands and remembered the prayer I prayed that morning. "Lord, let me be Your hands and feet today. Use me in anyway You need today." He used me and my hands were dirty. When we serve Jesus, our hands get dirty and our feet get scraped. This is dying to myself. My hands are not my own. I am not my own. I am His forevermore. 

Come on. Lets die. 

Die to ourselves so that Christ's glorious light may shine through us. 

He is so worth it. 

An encouraging thing said to me was, 'Don't let it end here.' God called me to Haiti a week last summer, a week this spring, and an entire summer. But I'm here in Mississippi now. Wherever I am is my mission field. There is no doubt I miss Haiti so much more than I should but I understand I am here to glorify Him here and now. 

So excited to work with Praying Pelican Missions in Haiti this summer. 

Jouk lè pwochen, mwen manke ou!