Diana reminded me today of an unfortunate miscommunication problem I had awhile back...

I had to pee. I proceeded to the bathroom. As I let loose, one Mindylove walks in unannounced (she's 4). I turn for cover. She freezes at the door just half smiling at me. I want her to leave so I search my mental Creole Dictionary- eureka!- I say "gade". She doesn't leave. I say "Gade!". She stands there befuddled. I yell out "Hello!?" for someone to rescue me. Silence. I turn and look over my shoulder at Mendylove with a stern face and say, "GADE! KOUNYE A!". Nothing. So, I finish, walk down stairs and see Diana in the kitchen. I say, "Mindylove doesn't listen to anything?!" Peeking her curiosity, I explain the whole situation. I told Diana how I repeatedly said "leave" and she blankly stared at me. I even confidently explained to Diana what I said in Creole to Mindylove in my retelling. Then, revelation. "Gade" does NOT mean "leave"... It means "look". Which means I said, “look. Look! LOOK! NOW!” So that was kinda funny/ubber creepy.


Speaking of Creole, there are constant reminders of my desire to speak it fully. Last night I had a discussion with one of our closer Haitian friends. It was dark and the generator had not been turned on yet. The stars burned bright. So, out of nowhere I had this convo:

Me: Did you know that the sun is a star.

Woslin: (curiously) No…

Me: Did you know that the sun is WAYYYYY bigger than the earth?

Woslin: (shocked) No! Is the moon bigger than the sun?

Me: (shocked) no….

And that’s where that conversation ended. I cannot explain in Creole that the moon is closer and it appears bigger. I cannot explain that the world is far bigger than they ever could imagine. They have never seen a map and if they have they have no idea what it means. Many have not even been to the ocean like 3 miles away. It’s still shocking…
 
Lately, I have been so frustrated. Just this day in and day out frustration. I think it cultivates from the feeling of despair I am constantly exposed to here. In this frustration, I discovered that when I was in America I subconsciously used many distractions and comforts to divert and resolve my frustrations so I wouldn't have to feel or even think about them. Well, those "luxuries" aren’t here. So, in the absence of such frustration diversions, I often am stuck with myself to - gasp- feel and think. And what an odd thing it is to be trapped with myself without an escape route. I am forced to analyze and find the root within me that feeds and grows my frustration. And every single time, I am exposed to the fact that I am only frustrated with the state of the world and myself. Feeling overwhelmed, I then am compelled to look at just how deep my internal sin condition exists which usually induces first a shutter and then quickly followed by a intense shriek to Jesus to come help restore my mangled heart. Lesson learned- Haiti encourages me to shriek like a little girl for the only thing that my soul was made for- Jesus.

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows... And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.

We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about the hardships we suffered in (Haiti). We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on ourbehalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many." - Beginning of 2 Corinthians 1
 
So it has been about 3 weeks since I last wrote. Through the illnesses and internet woes, I'm still alive. Even now I got to keep this short because I have things to do...


Recently, we have delegated responsibilities around here and I am the Director of the Children of the King orphanage. I am pretty excited about that prospect and how I can focus more specifically in my time here. We have our first team coming December 15th and I am also very excited about that (it'll be good to see friends). We need prayer to overcome our illnesses in time for the teams arrival. But over the last 3 weeks there have been sooooooOOOOO many ups and downs, frustrations (alot) and rays of hope. Most importantly, there has been a constant need of God to consume all areas of my life. Please keep praying for us and I'd like to write more soon...