Bonjour

I’ve had one of those weeks when you wonder and ask yourself “why am I here?” (attacks from the enemy.)

Tachi took some time off and with Josh and Megan in the States I have been running the Café. So since I’ve been back I’ve been in the Café everyday (except Sunday) 7-3ish. It’s been slow and you do ask “why am I here doing this? I could be working at a Café in the States…” (might I add we don’t have teams in right now and it’s been very sloooow, literally have had about 20 people come in since I’ve been back.)

Anyway, today I started my morning in the Café and then made a WAY overdue trip up the mountain (it had been over four weeks!), I gave a tour to three teachers who are here with another organization visiting various schools in hopes to find one to partner with long-term. I finished the day in the Café, making cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow, etc. Instead of coming home and laying down I decided to personally deliver some leftover cinnamon rolls to the Freedom House girls (it had been far too long since I’d visited them at their house as well), I was able to sit, hold babies, and chat with them for an hour before I had to come home and take care of some emails. Shortly after finishing that I hear a voice at my door, “Sharon? Sharon?” One of our Freedom House girls had come over to bring me her baby J Anytime they are here she immediately finds me to give me her baby (poor mama just wants a little break to be a kid because that’s what she is…) Anyway, I got out the fingernail polish and had her go get the other girls! So in my small little room we had four girls, two babies, a boy and myself painting nails and getting nails painted! We listened to music and laughed; now the girls are down at the house waiting for dinner to be ready, after that it’s movie night (Sister Act:2!).

Today has been a good day. Today has been a gift from God. Today answered why I’m here.

I’m here for all those kids running around at school calling “Sharon!” I’m here to encourage the teachers who were so excited to know I was back (humbled, happy heart), I’m here to build relationships with our Freedom House girls, to teach and encourage them, to show them the love of Christ. I am here for Joseph* as we figure out what God’s plan is for his young life, I’m here to live daily life with the people God puts in my life on a daily basis even if it means sitting in a Café for 8 hours a day and only having 20 customers in 8 days.

When I was Stateside I had a conversation with Stephanie about that fact that even when you are overseas and your working title is “missionary” you can get distracted with daily living, you still have to make sure you are making ministry a priority, you still have to intentionally make the choice and decision to build relationships. I mean it’s really easy to come home after an 8 hour day at the Café and take a nap, or just sit in silence for a while. It’s easy to have dinner and then go straight back to your room to enjoy more of the quiet, or work on this project or that, to spend the evening answering email, etc. I too have to be more intentional with my time and make it a point to be more attentive to the needs around me, to take advantage of the opportunities I am given to build relationships and share the love of Christ.

Yup, that’s what I’ve been thinking whether or not it makes sense written out on this blog…

Randomnesses...

Feel like I haven’t had a chance to sit down and collect my thoughts so we’re going with a quick bullet-point blog :) 

Randomnesses... 

• My best investment while in the States was an iPod dock! I’m loving, loving, loving it! I missed having music playing (out loud) the past three months.
• Unbaked cinnamon rolls do not keep in the fridge for 2.5 days…
• Forget A/C, I’m privileged and blessed to have a fan.
• Ants are attracted to pigeon poo…
• Pigeon poo is hard to clean when it’s old and dry.
• I didn’t have to buy a return ticket!
• Not everyone is out for a buck or looking for a hand-out.
• I miss corporate worship (in English). So good to spend two Sundays with my church family in the States.
• Joseph* is still with us and SO much happier and more like himself than when he arrived 3 weeks ago.
• I’ve not had one pop/juice/carbonated drink since I’ve been back! Now if I can just keep it up…
• Had my first Creole lesson this week, oy! Sadly my teacher will be heading to the States soon (Lord willing) for school.
• “Randomly” met four women last Tuesday as we stood in the re-booking line. They work with women in Haiti “building better lives through art.” I’m excited to carry their product in our boutique, and am thankful for their excitement for what we are doing here in Gressier, and their willingness to spread the word about RH Café.
• I’ve not been up the mountain for over a month. As much as I want to head up and see the kiddos I am dreading the hike…
• There’s a lady who sells coffee along the road right down from our house, I pass her every morning on my walk to the Café. I’m loving our morning exchange of “bonjour madame,” “bonjour mademoiselle.” It’s not much but I feel like we’re building a sort of friendship and can’t wait for the day I can carry on more of a conversation with her!
• Gearing up for the arrival of 9-11 interns over the next month, and groups starting back up next week. Praying for a smooth summer intern season as I get to be “in charge” this summer.
• Not knowing more Creole is becoming extremely frustrating when the majority of the people you work/live with/around speak no English (not that I expect them to, I was just spoiled in Jacmel with most of the kids knowing a good amount of English).
• I love dinner at the RH house! You never know who you’re going to find when you come down, the Freedom House girls might be there, most evenings you’ll find James (our moto driver/errand runner), sometimes you’ll find Solomon (a good friend who use to work in the LYN garden on Bellevue mountain), once in a blue moon Sophie pops in (an American who use to rent a room with us), on occasion Bernard (one of our translators) will stay for dinner, Fifi (our house keeper) doesn’t stay for dinner but always comes back to take food home. Love the giving, helping spirit of RH.
• I look at the people with whom I work and live and pray I too work, serve, and live with even just a fraction of the love and passion they work, serve and live with.

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Stateside

If you aren't connected to facebook you may not know that I am in the States for two weeks! I got in Monday just before midnight and head back to Haiti April 16 (on a one-way ticket).
I'd love to get in touch and catch up with as many of you as I can but my days are already filling up quickly with family and "to-dos" so I know the two weeks are going to go by fast.

If you'd like to try to catch up, help with needed items or support me financially please contact me via email at surrender923@yahoo.com.

Turned Tables

(3.31.13)

You may remember a little blurb I wrote about the rescue of “J” (Julie*) in my blog titled “Hope” posted February 8, or maybe you even read Megan’s blog about that day. Well today the table was turned.

As Tachi and I prepared to make cinnamon rolls Megan came rushing through the kitchen saying, “Joseph* is here to see Julie, they haven’t seen each other in three months!” (Joseph is Julie’s younger brother.)

I followed Megan outside in excitement to see Joseph but once I saw him I knew instantly something wasn’t right. Joseph is a student at Respire Haiti Christian School but about two months prior he’d disappeared, stopped coming to school and no one knew where he was.

Julie had always been the one mistreated, beaten and abused while Joseph was treated as royalty so, while I was worried, I wasn’t too worried. That changed the moment I saw him sitting there across from Julie next to some man. Joseph was visibly skinnier than he had been, his face was sunken in and hard, his usual grin wasn’t on his face nor were his eyes filled with their usual smile.

I went back into the house to allow Josh and Megan to talk with “the man,” who was supposedly a cousin. Come to find out Joseph had been living in Jacmel and he and this cousin had walked, WALKED! to Gressier from Jacmel. It’s about 40 miles if you walk the road; 40 miles of going up and down the mountain, that’s IF they actually walked the road which is narrow, windy, and very dangerous when you factor in the crazy traffic.

As the cousin was busy talking Julie sat asking Joseph questions, “are they feeding you?” “no.” “Are they beating you?” “yes.” Not only did this cause my heart to break and become enraged for Joseph but it was a reminder of the life Julie had known. Joseph was now experiencing the life Julie had known.

Joseph did not want to leave Respire, he did not want to budge from his chair and follow his cousin out the gate. Josh said he could stay and we’d send him to school the next day but the cousin said he didn’t have his uniform; without hesitation feisty, thin, little Julie said “his uniform is here!” (Love that little girl!) The tables were turned. Instead of Joseph fighting for his sister to be rescued from her situation, Julie was now fighting for Joseph to be rescued from his situation! So sad, heart-breaking, and enraging while at the same time it made my heart smile to see these siblings fighting for each other, sticking together and loving and caring for each other.

Joseph stayed with us tonight but I don’t know what will happen with his situation because he can’t live with us. Pray for Joseph’s physical, emotional and spiritual healing. Pray for wisdom to know how to handle his situation, to be able to find a good, solid, permanent home for him.

*names changed to protect our students