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The Rescuers

When my nephew, Noah, was younger and I was homeschooling him Fri. became Flick day and on more than one occassion that flick was one of the Rescuer movies.We would go as far as to act like some of the critters in these movies.  You know the one with the 2 little mice that did daring feets and helped those in trouble.Great memories. Here I thought those movies were make believe until 2am the other day I was startled by a noise. It was loud squeeking. Now for a professional mouse catcher :>) I knew exactly what the noise was even in my groginess. I have glue boards in strategic places in my room as I have watched the pattern of little mice in my room. One of those traps is in the corner of the door. I shown the light on the board and sure enough…Voila…a mouse grasping to be free. He was stuck, or so I thought. I went to get my tool to take him out and when I returned you will never guess what I saw. Under the door there was another little mouse trying to save his friend from my dreaded glue trap. I just stood there in astonishment and I had to laugh and this movie came straight to my mind. I was in a quandry as to what to do. In my Oh so vast experience…lol… I had never seen this. I went to get a better flashlight and when I returned which was a brief 20 sec. tops, this little mouse had rescued his friend. I don’t know how, but he pulled him hard enough to set him free. I had to make reinforements after this, double up you know!!! When all said and done 2 mice, 1mega cochroach caught this week and 2 mice got away. They better think about what they are getting themselves into next time they come to my room…just sayin:>) I guess I needed some new critters since Henry is gone. I really don’t mind being critterless though…Really!!!

Left By the Side of the Road

As my mom and I were heading to the airport last Tues. we noticed something on the side of the road in front of us. As we came closer we recognized it was simply a big bag of trash that a truck had dropped. My mind flashed back to a couple of days before I came out of Haiti, a scene that weighs heavy on my heart and in my prayers.

On this particular day I was trying to wrap up some unfinished business for the groups we have coming in at the end of Jan. I went to go find Jocelyn to relay a few messages and ask him a few questions. I knocked on his door to see if he was home…no answer. Then I heard a young boy yelling my name down the street for my help. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but as I approached closer I recognized an elderly woman, in her 70’s, she had a torn, dirty, gown with dust and dirt caked on her from head to toe. I could tell by her weight and size that she was malnourished and in need of food. I probably could have picked her up myself and carried her home. She was throwing rocks at this boy. Yelling at him to get away with tears in her eyes and anger on her face. I recognized her…I had stopped one day to chat and get to know a group of elderly woman that were sitting outside under a tree and she was one of them. That particular day I asked if I could pray for them and they gave me a resounding YES, PLEASE. I gave them each kisses and told them that Jesus loved them and that I would continue to pray for them. 

I asked the young boy what he was doing. I was afraid he was picking on her or giving her a hard time,(which is common) but he told me he was trying to help her. He wasn’t family, so I wasn’t quite so sure he was actually helping. I calmed her down and asked if she needed help. She told me no and then I asked why she was sitting by the side of the road. She told me she was left there that no one would take care of her, that she was hungry and that no one would help her clean up. I asked her where she lived and she pointed down to where I had just come from. Before I arrived at this point I witnessed many people sitting outside their homes, but none were helping this sweet woman who I began to call Mama. I sat down with her and asked her if she could walk. She told me she could. I asked why she was sitting there again. She told me the same things and told me no one cares. At this moment there were people coming around and standing. I asked them if they knew her. They told me yes and told me she was crazy. I asked why they say this and they told me because she goes off walking on her own and doesn’t know how to get back. That she calls them names and uses bad language with them…that she has no idea where she is. I asked them where she lived and they pointed to the same place she told me. I told them…for someone who doesn’t know where she is, she knows where she lives. I asked “why is it that you are all gathering around this woman now that I am here? You all were alle sitting outside your homes and you could see what this young boy was doing…why did you not help her? She is worthy of respect, no matter if she is sick or not. She is your elder and you are to be looking out for her not allowing her to sit by the side of the road.”  At this point I was speaking with tears in my eyes and her grandson…who was actually translating for me (I didn’t know he was her grandson until I began speaking with the emotion I had). I asked again with even more emotion “Why are you now concerned about helping when I am here? You weren’t helping before!!!” They all just looked at me, probably thinking I was just as foolish, but I didn’t care. I was upset in the way they treated her and how they saw her. I was angered and frustrated that I couldn’t do more and that she was being treated like that bag of garbage I saw on the side of the road.

I asked Mama if I could help her walk home and she said yes. Her grandson took one side and took the other and we walked her home and sat her outside her home with her daughter and her sister. She told them I was her friend and that I cared for her. I had a long conversation with her grandson in how to treat his grandmother and with the respect that she deserves. I walked back home with such a heaviness in my heart. I wanted to give her food and clothing, but I knew that wasn’t what she needed or what this whole opportunity was about. I believe this day was meant for this corner of the community to see the importance of taking care of those left by the side of the road. Whether that is an elderly person, special needs child/adult, or baby(orphaned or not). In Haiti you will witness the disregard of all of these, any human life is not to be treated like garbage…we are all precious and worthy in God’s eyes. We are to defend the helpless not leave them by the side of the road!!!

The following day I ran into Mama again and she called out to me with such a joy and love in her voice. She looked a little cleaner than the day before and her countenance was more beautiful. I asked her if I could pray with her and she said yes, oh, yes.

Please join with me to pray for those that are left on the roadside. The elderly, special needs and children that are in need of love. Pray for their lives to be changed by the One who loves them unconditionally. Pray that Jesus will be revealed to them in ways that will hold strong in their hearts. Pray that the strongholds that have been passed down from generation to generation would be broken and that a revival would sweep across this land. Pray for the hearts of this community to be softened and for God’s truth to take root.

(the garbage bag that was dropped by the side of the road…the man stopped and turned back to pick up what he dropped, Oh how I pray for the people in this little corner to remember to do the same…to look out for Mama!!)

“Sing to God, sing praise to his name, extol him who rides on the clouds- his name is the Lord- and rejoice before him. A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.” Psalm 67:4-5

What a View

The begining of a new year is always a good time to look back and reflect. When I returned back to the states my mom had bought a little barn when I was out last time and being back I was able to take the things that I had in storage and create a little oasis inside this barn. Basically it has become a library for me to  retreat to when I am home. A place I can have quiet time with God,study His Word, reflect and process all that happens while I am home in Haiti. As I placed each book on the shelf I was reminded of the changes God has made in me and how He prepared me for where I am now. The chiseling He has done at times has been difficult and painful, but to bring me to where I am now I know it was needed. I can see that now. He continues to chisel away at His creation and for this I am grateful. I am a work in progress and I know I won’t be finished until He brings me HOME or until He returns. Reflecting on the past…not holding onto it…He shows me and gives me understading for some of those things that He brought me thru. What a view the Lord gives me!! Looking at the view gives me a peace and comfort that He has everything under control. I learn to let go of those things there is no need to hold onto. I know there is more to let go of, but He gently chisels away one by one and “I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 3:14 Now this is the view worth looking toward! Below is a devotion that I wanted to share with all of you. What view are you focused on today?    

Living Forward, Understanding Backward

TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman
Thursday, December 01 2011

“The one who calls you is faithful and He will do it.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:24

When I was in my 20’s, I participated in a wilderness-training course in a desert and mountain area. For our “final exam,” we were blindfolded, placed in the back of a pickup truck, and taken to a remote area. We were dropped off and told to meet back at the camp in three days. We did not know where we were. We had to determine our location with our compasses. It was a frightening experience for four young people who had learned to navigate through the use of a compass only a few days earlier. With our food and water on our backs, we began our trek. It had just snowed that morning, so the way was difficult. We walked through valleys, canyons, snow-covered hills, and forests. In all, we walked more than 60 miles in three days. There were times when we did not think we could go another foot. Exhaustion and frostbitten feet were taking their toll. However, we finally made it to our base camp successfully, and to our surprise, we were the first ones among the other patrols to make it back.

At the conclusion of our journey, we were able to stand on top of a ridge, look behind us and see the beautiful terrain that we had just scaled. The pain of what we had just endured seemed to subside. We could not believe we had actually walked through those valleys and snowcapped hills. There was a sense of accomplishment.

Life is very much like this. It is often lived forward, but understood backward. It is not until we are down the road a bit that we can appreciate the terrain God has allowed us to scale and the spiritual deposits He has made in our life as a result. When you begin to realize some of this, you sit back and breathe a sigh of relief because you know that God was in control all along. It didn’t seem like it at the time, but He was.

Are you in the midst of a difficult journey that seems almost impossible to continue? Be assured that God is providing grace even now to equip you for that journey. There will be a time when you can say, “Wow, look at what God has done because of what I gained through that valley.” Trust Him with the outcome of where you find yourself today.

“Under” the Rock

Most of us have read about the wise man who built his house upon the rock and when the storms came the house stood firm, but then there was a foolish man who built his house on the sand. When the storms came the house collapsed…but in Haiti what can you say to those who build their homes under the rock or I should say with the rock holding the home down?

The story that the Lord gave was a parable. A parable is a simple story illustrating a moral or religious lesson. Was this parable about an actual house? No…it is about what we build our foundation on. Do we build it on things that will wash out to sea or do we build it on principles that are solid, strong and will not waver. For Haiti I see this Rock as their security, their fortress, their shelter, their umbrella and when they place their trust in JESUS ALONE…their answer.

The Life Application Study Bible notes say this about what the “house “represents.  “Your house (which represents your life) will withstand the storms of life only if you do what is right instead of just talking about it. What you do cannot be separated from what you believe. Jesus is more concerned with our walk than our talk. He wants us to do right, not just say the right words. To build “on the rock” means to be a hearing, responding disciple, not a phony, superficial one. Practicing obedience becomes the solid foundation to weather the storms of life.”  (Mathew 7:21,24)

This past Thurs. was the 2nd Anniversary to the tragic earthquake that shook this nation. Hundreds of thousands of people were killed by this horrific enemy. An enemy we have no control over and we cannot see. So I ask again…what can you say to those who build their homes under a rock or holding the home down? I ask this because I see in many of the fishing villages here they hold their very homes down by rocks. They build their homes next to the water where they can go out into the sea to find food for their villages. The storms come and boats and livestock have been taken by the sea and homes have been crumbled, but what remains…..the ROCK. Just as I remember Jan. 12…where I was, what I was doing, who I was with, how I responded, and the many days afterward this is the photo I have in my mind then and today. I see this not for just this day, but the days that follow. I picture the Lord with His outstretched arms holding this country tightly as it is being shaken by the enemy…He is their Fortress. I picture the Lord as an umbrella sheltering them from the storms that will follow and continues to follow…from hurricanes to cholera…from lack of healthy drinking water to no food…from political deception to unspoken slavery and abuse. He is their Shelter. I picture those who turn to the evils of voodoo to find solace and comfort only to find no answers or their words falling to deaf ears…Jesus is their Answer. He is the Rock that they can find their security in. Just as they see the rock on their home as security in holding their home together. They can sit under this Rock to learn the hope they can have by trusting in Him and Him alone. This is why I do what I do. To share the hope and security that I have found in Jesus Christ. He is the one I build my house upon and who I sit “under.”.

Who is your house built upon or “under”?

On My Way

Well, in just a few hours I will be heading back home to Haiti. Everything is packed…well most:>) It has been a a restful and encouraging time home here in Kansas and God has blessed me richly with family all around. I am filled and ready to get back to the work the Lord has for me in this next segment of my journey. Thank you to all who have left e-mails, sent Christmas cards with sweet notes attached and have spoken words of love and encouragement to me. I don’t know what the Lord has prepared, but I know He is continuing to teach, lead and use me in ways that I never think possible. I am looking foward to meeting up with the Castillo’s in Miami tonight and experiencing what I am sure will be an interesting evening in the airport. Please pray for all of us as we head back into Haiti tomorrow morning early and then our flight into the Mole. I can’t wait to hug on the kids Castillo’s and those in our community.

Thank again for your faithful prayers and support. May the Lord bless you and draw you closer to Him in the days ahead. I love you all.

Walking by Faith,

~miss beth

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