Black Friday

Senye,

Ede nou pa atache ak batanklan.

Nou ka gen kat wob jodi a, men petet I’a gen yon jou ke nou pa gen ditou.

Ede n’ atache nou a pawol Bondye.

Lord,

Help us not connect ourselves to things.

We may have four dresses today, but maybe there will be a time when we won’t have any.

Help us to connect ourselves to God’s Word.

These are the words I read on Black Friday night, of all nights…from my Creole book of Haitian proverbs called God Is No Stranger by Eleanor Turnball.  I had been thinking about excess since that morning. 

It is hard for me to prepare and eat more than I need.  But I do it. 

It is hard to buy things because I want them and they are on sale.  But I do it.  And then I feel guilty.  But I don’t return it…well not all of it. 

It is hard to be happy and excited about holidays when I, for the life of me, cannot stop thinking about what people are doing in Haiti and in other areas of extreme poverty. 

I hate to say it, but I sometimes I wish I could forget it.  It would be so much easier.  But as much as I try, each day comes and I spend time distracted.  Distracted from my family, distracted from my job, distracted from my friends and what is going on in my current “present.”

It is consuming and yucky and frustrating because I feel like I don’t know how to explain it to others and therefore come across as being crabby and crumudgigny…

I don't want to be this way.  I feel like I used to be a really happy and go-lucky person.  Now I think maybe I was naïve.  Not able to see the disparity, hurt, greed and selfishness of this world.  Now that I see it, I would love to turn the other way and not do anything, but I can’t.  These realizations have, in a way, extinguished my light, my joy, and made me feel very alone.  

Now I need to figure out a way to spread that light again…be the person that I am meant to be.  To truly be a part of things that matter.  To take these newly uncovered realities and figure out how god wants me to use my awareness for the betterment of others.  In addition, I must start remembering the joy that comes with being able to wake up each day knowing that I am beloved and supported not only by my family and friends, but by an amazing act of faith in an all knowing god.  There is a reason for this phase in my life and I intend to use it as a learning tool.    

Is Haiti my baby?!

So, it feels like just about everyone in my life is pregnant!  The majority of my co-workers are all expecting.  Many of my friends have recently had children or are expecting and I could not be more excited for them all!  Really, it is amazing to watch my good friends, amazing women who I have known for years, hold a new baby and fully embrace parenthood – its ups and downs.  Their children bring out the intricacies of my friends’ personalities.  They show the world how responsible, responsive and loving they can be.

In high school, when we would make lists of who was going to get married first, or have children first, I was always at the top of the list.  Yes, I have always loved children, yes, I feel pretty comfortable with any age and no, I don’t mind the undesirables like spit up or stinky diapers.  At this point, I feel ok with not having a child of my own.  Would I like one or two someday? Absolutely…but now is not my time. 

As I was reflecting one day, I started thinking about all that goes into preparing for a baby.  There are the practical things like decorating a nursery, and buying clothes or diapers.  Then there are mental and emotional preparations that, from what I gather, go in stages.  The initial shock or excitement starts to tingle and bubble inside you.  Keeping your news from family and friends is challenging.  Next is the reality that parenthood is now inevitable.  Everything you have known will change and you will need to cater to the needs of others in a very real way.  Then, there is a nesting phase where parents busily prepare a safe, warm and cozy home for the new little one; their final preparations for their long awaited gift. 

As I have been processing through all of this, I got to thinking, is Haiti my baby?  As much as I try not to think about an on-going ministry there, everyday I feel bombarded by this desire to know how things are going, to be there again and support and encourage the people that are trying desperately to hold fast to the god they so strongly believe in. 

So, here is the analogy, if you care to believe it…

Right now, being in Haiti on a more long-term basis is presenting a lot of practical challenges.  I feel stressed thinking about the material things I would give up, the costs of giving up a great job with benefits at the very time school loans will start appearing on my bill and the uncertainty of my financial or professional future.  Just like expecting parents, this provides a bit of uneasiness and some sticker shock. 

When I am able to get past the practical challenges, the mental and emotional preparations are intense and often ebb and flow by the day.  Some days I wake up completely sure that god wants me in Haiti and that I need to just say YES! and let the rest fall in line.  Other days I want to crawl inside a deep hole and hide from the god that is knocking at the door, asking me to take this crazy leap of faith.  New or soon-to-be parents often ride this roller coaster of uncertainty as well.  Some of my closest friends have wanted these babies so badly, but there are moments when the reality of bringing life into the world is overwhelming and scary. 

So that’s where I am…with this tiny possibility taking shape inside me that might grow into something that will change my life forever.  Fortunately, it doesn’t come with an aversion to tuna, a craving for pickles, or the daunting task of choosing the right baby name!  A good friend said, have the meetings you need to have, get all the information, and most of all pray that god will tell you what to do.  

Your prayers are welcome.

Thanks for reading!

  

Jeremiah - not just a bullfrog

Two weeks ago my paster, Tyler, preached about going deeper.  Specifically he chose to to focus on Jeremiah, a biblical character that I didn't know much about.  I decided to read up on Jeremiah to understand the man who was invited by god to be a faithful servant.

As I read through Jeremiah's character profile in my NIV Study Bible I was not surprised to find that for over 40 years Jeremiah had tirelessly devoted his life to serving god, preaching god's word, sticking to the truth that he knew about the future of his nation and remaining steadfast in faith.  He was often ignored, treated rudely or unfairly and was deprived of the material things that were thought to symbolize "success."

Tyler's sermon focused mostly on Jeremiah's call to service which happened when he was a young boy.  God said, "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.  Before you were born I set you apart.  I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."  Jeremiah responded to god's invitation by claiming, "I am only a child."  God replied, "Do not say, 'I am only a child.'  Do not be afraid...for I am with you."

In my bible, there are very handy study notes for most verses and the notes for this passage hit me hard.      I have been struggling for answers, struggling for decisions, not knowing who, what, where, when and how to invest my life and feeling a time crunch to choose.  It can sometimes be so overwhelming to think about plan A or B that sometimes I ignore the possibilities all together.  I think, like Jeremiah, that I am only one person or I don't have the courage or strength to answer that call.  And then I read, "When you find yourself avoiding something you know you should do...[God] will provide all you need to do it."

So here is the deal.  I am never going to be fully prepared or fully 100% sure that I know what to do.  But, my desire to put all my "ducks in a row" and align my future is hindering my ability to really listen and follow god's call.  I am in a state of confusion and feeling torn.  Should I be ministering in Haiti or continuing my life in MN?  Is it possible to do both and feel fully present and not deplete my resources?

So I am waiting, patiently, for myself to respond to that invitation from god.  The opportunity where my greatest strengths can be used for the greatest good.  I think on many levels I am waiting for my practical self to catch up with my spiritual self.  I have decided not to shy away from the fact that I will not be fully ready, fully prepared or able to know how my story will proceed.  That's what faith is for.    

"Sittin' on a fence post, chewing my bubblegum"

"Sittin' on a fence post, chewing my bubblegum..."  These words from one of my favorite pre-kindergarten songs keep running through my head today.  Yes, I am back at school and have tried to focus on preparing my classroom, heart and mind for 40, 4-year-olds and their families who will start my class next week.  But these lyrics seem to be nagging at me for a different reason.

Many of you have heard about the Tropical Storm, Isaac, that recently made its mark throughout the Caribbean and is headed towards New Orleans.  Thankfully no one I know in Haiti was hurt and everyone's family seems to be okay.  The damage is unfortunate.  Lots of metal roofs were lost, trees blown over and crops destroyed.  People's food source and livelihood, gone.  In addition, there are concerns now about water sanitation, food availability and the return of electricity.

So, here is where I feel like Herman the Worm in what we call the "Yo-Yo" song who is found "sitttin' on a fence post, chewing (his) bubblegum."  I feel helpless.  I feel guilty.  I feel privileged.  I feel torn between the place and culture I am living in and the place and culture I left just a few short weeks ago.  I am not hungry.  I have a solid roof over my head.  I have access to have all of my needs met.

And I ask, "why?" Why has god allowed me to have these basic human rights when others don't?  Why do I get to choose what to order off a menu for dinner and my friends in Haiti are struggling to find any food at all.

Again, I have no answers.  I have no idea how to help the people of Haiti right now, while I sit in my bedroom that is larger than a family's tent in Port-au-Prince.

Yesterday's devotion from Sarah Young's Jesus Calling thankfully helped me do a little reality check.

"The best remedy is to refocus your mind and heart on Me...go step by step with me."

I keep saying, "all I can do is pray" and that seems so ineffective, intangible and unworthy.  "God please be with the Haitians during this time.  God help our Haitian brothers and sisters find food, clean water and shelter."

Tonight I took a moment to refocus that prayer.  "God, what would you have ME do?  How am I supposed to serve?"    If I am to keep praying, I will keep praying.  If I am to send money or supplies, I will try my best to make that happen. If I am supposed connect with people on the ground I will hope the electricity provides an opportunity.

I am still listening for an answer, but, to be honest, I feel better.  

Focusing on the Present

One of the many reasons Haiti has captured my heart is the fact that it is 1.5 hours away from U.S. soil by plane.  The distance from Miami to Port-au-Prince is about around 700 miles, the same distance from Minneapolis to Denver.  I don’t know why this fact always surprises me.  But I know I don’t ever want to forget it.

One week ago today I returned to MN after 2 months in Haiti.  Many people have asked, and yes, it has been hard to assimilate back into my life in MN.  However I have been surprised as to what is hard.  I have adjusted to having warm showers and driving on smooth roads but there are things I am struggling with.  

I know that I will return to Haiti, but I don’t know when or what it will look like – that is hard.  God has placed opportunities to serve and I desire to work with Haitians to help them help their communities thrive – that is hard because I know there are opportunities to serve right here in MN as well.  I left people I love and enjoy working with and that have such potential- that is hard. 

On another level, straddling life in two countries each with unique characteristics, opportunities and qualities is extremely hard.  I find myself comparing the two – the pros and cons – reasons to stay, reasons not to.  More so, I find myself trying to determine where god wants me, when, why and for how long. 

But, here is what I have discovered.  God doesn’t put a time line, deadline or to-do list together for you.  My job is to live each day in the present, to serve each person I meet and make sure to spread love and truth wherever I go.  Today that might be at the St. Louis Park Target, next week it will be the Columbia Heights Family Center, hopefully it will be back in Haiti sometime soon. 

For now, I have peace that god has set me where I am supposed to be.  That is all I can ask for.  

Zanmi Beni

I have had the opportunity to visit many organizations this summer.  The places that give me the most hope for the children of Haiti are children’s homes that really understand what it takes to raise happy and healthy kids. 

Back in June I had the opportunity to visit a children’s home for kids with special needs.  Zanmi Beni (meaning Blessed Friends) is a joint facility run by Operation Blessing International and Partners in Health.  Many of the children living there were in a wing of the hospital that needed to be used after the earthquake.  They were first relocated to a small orphanage and, with the help of PIH and Operation Blessing Int’l, were able to build what I can only describe as a beautiful oasis in the heart of the city. 

As you enter Zanmi Beni and drive down a beautiful tree lined drive-way there is a playground and mural with kids of all abilities playing and laughing together.  I was in awe – it is not very often you see children with varying abilities being included here in Haiti.  Many times they are not included in school and might even be left at local hospitals or orphanages because parents are not sure how to care for them. 

look closely... those are plastic lawn chairs with wheels!

Within their complex, Zanmi Beni has a huge library with books in English, Creole and French.  The have a medical center and 24-hour nursing care.  The children have organized activities throughout the day including school for those who are cognitively able.  Each room comfortably houses 2-3 children and the rooms are organized around a beautiful courtyard. 

In addition, their facility has physical therapy, water therapy and animal therapy.  They have recently started a chicken coop, an aquaponics system and a tropical fish farm to help their organization sustain itself. 

Patrick and I after a hearing aid fitting

The care and compassion that each child was 

given by their caretakers was refreshing and encouraging.  These children will grow up to know they are respected and valued.  I enjoyed every minute of my visit and pray that more and more organizations will be encouraged to step up and provide the best for even the smallest child.  That is how Haiti can change - one step at a time.  

Realities

Reality: the state or quality of being real. 

Real: true and actual, having verifiable existence.

This summer I have been thinking a lot about reality.  Being in Haiti, removed from my "day to day" in Minnesota is alternate reality.  It is real and raw and true.  But so different than the reality that I will return to in a week.  

But more so, reality - the state or quality of being real - doesn't have a zip code.  

Reality is the fact that some of my good friends left yesterday to continue their walk of faith in a small rural Haitian village in the southern tip of Haiti.  Their presence in the guest house is incredibly missed.  Their relationships with our staff can be seen and felt in the solemnness that surrounds our house today.       The reality is god called them to go and they listen.  The reality is that is hard.  

Reality is the second to last intern leaves tomorrow.  Shelby is a child of god filled with joy.  Her story is humbling and amazing and what she has endured and risen above is the clearest act of sheer faith and praise to her creator.  She brings life to a room and shares songs, hugs, and love wherever she goes.  

The reality is god is using her and she is saying yes.  

Reality is that I am also leaving soon.  Deep down I know it is time, but it will not be easy.  I have even thought about leaving early just so it will be over faster!  The reality is there are people here that I have come to love as family.  They are real.  Their hearts and ambitions are real.  God placed me here this summer to walk along side them and build them up and I can't help but feel that I am letting them down by leaving.  But then I remember what I tell myself when I send my preschoolers off to kindergarten and when I left my parent's to go to college.  At some point to have to let go and have faith.  Just because I won't see them everyday doesn't mean my love for them has changed.  Hopefully we have enriched each others lives enough to help us all to move on to the next steps of life.  

Reality is god loves each of us, not matter where we live, no matter who we interact with daily and no matter what.  That reality is reassuring.  That faith is not always easy, but I am choosing to find comfort in it today.