Thursday, December 18, 2014

Let Her Go! Let Her Go! Can't Hold Her Back Anymore

The children have been studying England and Queen Victoria.   It was suggested that we have high tea.   That sounds great but in the scheme of things, pulling off a high tea would be a lot of work for me and something I would have to study and learn more about to actually do.   BUT, God put someone very special in our lives to pull this off with class and charm.

Queen Elsa, the original Elsa, sent an invite for a high tea to the ladies of our home.   Elsa is Austrian so her knowledge was far greater than mine on the topic and she has WAY more class than I do.

The girls dressed up fancy for their tea with Queen Elsa.   We were quite the parade walking across the mission with Dolly clanking along in my heeled shoes.   A driver even stopped to pick them up (walk beside them.)   James is his name..........yep, can't make this stuff up Queen Elsa and James the driver.  



Elsa greeted them at her "moat" and welcomed them dressed up in her fancy clothes too. 

She was in full character and instructed the girls in etiquette and history as she served them.  



The girls had a WONDERFUL time and indeed felt like royalty due to their royal treatment.   They left with hugs and curtsies and a favor of a royal trumpet to use for declaration (or decoration.)  




Elsa has served in Haiti for 30 years.  Her husband brought music education to Haiti.   He has since gone to be with the Lord but Elsa stayed in Haiti and continued to serve.   A couple of years ago, she resigned her position and stayed on to aid in the transition of someone else to her position in the child sponsorship office.   This week, she will board a plane and leave her home of 30 years.   She is a wealth of knowledge and entertaining stories.   She has driven all over this country and prayed herself through all kinds of situations.   I selfishly will miss her and the way she loves on our children.   I will miss out on all that I did not get to learn from her.   She has encouraged me in language learning and in parenting our children, reminding me that they are my first ministry. 


                     See the little birdie that catches the drips of the teapot....so clever!

                                Just cutting the edges of a napkin makes it extra fancy.



Lord, I thank you for Elsa, for the heart that You gave her to serve the people here.   I pray God, that you continue to put people in her path that she can minister to.   That folks in the states see the vast wealth of knowledge that she has in loving and serving others.   Help her to find her niche and remind her, when she is lonely that she is still serving you....just on another mission field.




Nou renmen ou Madam Pete....anpil! anpil! anpil!

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Messy Motherhood, Messy Heart

Saturday is a work day on the mission making it a 6 day work week.   My Dear drove a team to the airport but stopped at the grocery store on the way home.   I work Saturdays on the mission as well completing projects.   Today was no different.  When I got home from working in the dirty depot sorting through linens, I was a bit overwhelmed by the condition of the house where 3 unattended children had made sandwiches, opened mail,  and did whatever kids do and left the evidence!  

I was a bit hungry but could not function in chaos....I hear it is a sign of a weak mind if a person has to clean up so they can work...if so my mind is WEAK y'all!   I also had exchanged only a few words with My Dear throughout the day, maybe even the past couple of days.

We needed to make some decisions but being able to talk without interruptions or input was becoming difficult.   We were talking in the kitchen and little people kept entering and interjecting or arguing or just being loud (I know, shocker in our family!)  I asked everyone to leave the kitchen in hopes that My Dear and I could talk.   Now, I also know that one little person is extra curious and wants to hear all of the details....I know, cause I was that kid when I was little.   Riding "the hump,"  middle spot, in the back seat of the station wagon. pushing my face up between my parents so I could get the scoop!   No one wanted the middle anyway so I learned to make lemonade so to speak.

Again, My Dear and I attempted our conversation but they just kept coming.   One was there to help sit the table for dinner without even being asked.   Guess which one!   Yep, the back seat, hump rider!   Plates were less than carefully plopped from the cabinet making yet another noise disruption in my attempt at any type of conversation with My Dear.  It was the straw that broke the camels back!   Instead of kicking everyone out of the kitchen again, I barked specific demands of where they should be.   "I was just trying to help," said one tearful voice.  Not that being sent to the shower is always a punishment, but the tone, most certainly would make it feel that way.

Yep, I blew it!  

My Dear tried to explain to the children that we had asked numerous times for space to talk while I prepared dinner.   Let's be honest, the damage is done.

Sin is like that, you know right afterwards  *BAM* but the damage is already done!

Since missionaries are on furlough for Christmas, Dolly's Doggie Daycare had a client to care for. She's gone international y'all!   I did not want her to go by herself in the dark so to make up for my "performance" I said I would go with her.   After she asked over and over and over again , "are you ready?"  We were off.   We played awhile with the critter and then headed back toward our home.  As we rounded a corner, we heard music playing and singing in English.  

I asked Dolly where she thought it was coming from. We went on a walk across the mission in hopes of  finding the source in 1 of 2 places.   Right here on our campus, a group of young Haitian men were preparing to lead worship with a team that arrived today.   They were in full praise and worship!   Dolly and I entered and they asked if they were being too loud.   My response, "NO WAY!!"  

We sat with the young men as they sang some of our favorite worship music in our native language.   Such a sweet time with this little girl by my side.  I accepted the Lord's forgiveness from my earlier "tantrum" and just basked in who He is and praised Him for just that.....for being Him!

What a sweet reminder tonight was of the good gifts that God gives and that His timing is PERFECT!   Looking forward to tomorrow night as we will join these young men for worship again.   I might just have to jump around as they do as I belt out how God's grace rescued me....it is indeed jump worthy!!

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Prayer Request

I was surprised to see that it has been over a month since I posted.   You know what the means, our lives are becoming normal!   Things do not seem as "note worthy" as they did.   The smells and sounds are more normal.  I am no longer awaken by the 6 am service at church.   I no longer smell corn from open fires roasted or even smell cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven at the bakery at the top of the hill ( not sure if that is good or bad!)  The routine is more normal.  The children have a good idea of what their boundaries and limitations are on the mission.   Faces are becoming familiar too....which is all good!!!

About a month ago, we learned that there were items to be  picked up at the docks that had came over on a ship for the mission.   It was assumed, it was the vehicle we purchased.   WAIT, let me back track.

 Early October, My Dear made a quick trip to the states to purchase a vehicle that he found online.   Folks went to check it out for us and began negotiating with the seller on our behalf.  We purchased a little SUV because 4 wheel drive is a must here.   My Dear purchased the vehicle in TN and had to drive it to one location in FL to be shipped and then to another city in FL to catch his plane.   There were lots of paperwork and even an extra bump in the road we did not plan for.   My Dear, along with his sister, sister-in-law, niece, and mom did a massive shopping trip to bring back some supplies that we wanted.  My Dear was exhausted when he got home but he did get to eat at some of his favorite places.

SOOOOOOO.....

The mission got a call that a skid was ready for pick up.   YEAH!   It must be the flooring My Dear purchased to cover this naked, concrete floor (which is wonderful for spills but ugly and unfinished.)  Because it was our personal stuff we were encouraged to go along with the employees to get it so we loaded up "the reds" for a road trip.   Dolly stayed behind with our neighbor because the thought of the road trip brought her to tears.   She knew she would feel miserable with car sickness and the heat as we move down the mountain.

Smart girl that Dolly!   We started the trip off right with lunch and then headed down to "Port."  We followed the gentlemen from the mission.   They knew back roads which made for a bumpy ride but meant we were not waiting in traffic much either. 



We went to a location, to have to go to another location, and then waited.   A lady jumped into the vehicle with the men and we followed them to another location.   The lady was the manager of our case and took us to the items for pick up.   She did paper work and we waited in the vehicle.   Then we waited with the employees in the shade by the truck where the items would be loaded.   We peeked into warehouses of items being held and saw numerous motor bikes that are still waiting for their paperwork to clear or the folks did not do the necessary paperwork....waited and sweat.  




Finally, a pallet was brought out with 5 small boxes on it.   My Dear and I just stared at it!    My Dear said, "This is not ours."   They flipped through clipboards of paper and everyone stood with questionable expressions.   It did belong to the mission but it was not ours and no one here was expecting this either.  Sadly, we loaded up without our flooring and dog food.   We were frustrated because such a trip truly takes a full day.



BUT as we were leaving, I looked out the window and saw what I believed to be our vehicle!  I saw it, it is here.......but is it not HERE!   HERE, with us,  where we can use it.   Instead we continue to use the missions vehicles when they are available.



Miss B. is extra proud in this picture.   She asked if she could climb on top with Billy.   I told her only if she could do it all by herself (with dad standing below just in case.)

Our hope was that our items would be released before Christmas.    Will you join us in praying that our vehicle and our skid of flooring and dog food are released to us soon?   We do not want to feed the warehouse rats but hope that there is still dog food on the skid that is safe for our pup to eat.  We would like to have it before Christmas (and this time My Dear will go down without me and if Billy rides with his dad, he may be given grace on his school work for that day!)  Pray also that all of the contents that My Dear packed are accounted for.   School books for next year were in the car along with a couple of dry erase boards.

Pray also please about some paper work that we have misplaced and need (not associated to the above request.)

Thanks friends.