*Thoughts from Saturday August 25th , 2012. Could not post this blog because there was no internet.*
After living through
the last 18 hours of Hurricane Isaac blasting it's way through the country of
Haiti, the word refuge has an entirely different meaning for me now. As winds
whipped roofs off of homes and trees fell to the ground, here at Mission of Hope,
we were safe. What a beautiful and tangible example of the Gospel and God's
favor towards us. Without the Lord, we would be alone in the storm but in Him
we find safety and rest.
As I walk the MOH campus and see what little
damage has happened, I can only thank the Lord that He is our refuge. And as I
look through the chain length fence to the villages that surround us, my heart
rejoices in the fact that I know we will do all we can to help them and
simultaneously my heart breaks as I imagine what the last 18 hours has looked
like for them.
We wait. We pray. And know that this storm will
pass. The Son will rise and His faithfulness will continue day
after day after
Join me as I work with Mission of Hope: Haiti to see this country changed for Jesus Christ.