Another week has flown by. I only know it has been a week because it was time to refill my “pill box” again! (Yes, even a pharmacist can be that forgetful to need one of those.)
I think back on the week with thankfulness for what God showed me – a lot about myself and my selfish nature, a lot of His beautiful creation, a lot about how His Word applies to my life and situations – in short, a lot about how much He loves me.
Isaac is gone, the winds and the sea are once again calm, the sky is blue, the rain infrequent. But the destruction “he” left behind is apparent in many places. There are still missing roofs; some have been replaced with discarded tarps, boxes, or small pieces of tin. Others have nothing – the houses collapsed and pieces blew or were washed away. There are a few signs of rebuilding or repair – not many because there is no insurance, disaster relief funds, and most of the time, no family income.
A walk up the mountain yesterday showed Dennis and me some breath-taking scenery – yet extreme need. We passed by one family that was taking shelter from the mid-day sun under a makeshift roof barely supported by small tree limbs – more victims of the storm. It was one of those times where just a year ago, I might have grabbed my camera to show the folks back home an example of “having nothing”. Even though we were on a “public” path, I was overcome by the feeling that we had invaded their privacy. A brief greeting was all I could manage.
This path led to an area at the top of the mountain where many Haitians go to pray. Our guide was Adelsie, who lives nearby and works at the Mission. After visiting her home on the mountainside, where she treated us to coffee and bananas, she took us further up the mountain to this place of prayer. She said up to one hundred people may gather every day to pray in the early morning and again in the evening. The structure is new since Isaac passed through (see picture). Local Haitians erected small tree branches and wove a new covering from palm leaves. “It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High, to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night,” Psalm 92: 1-2
We had never been up this mountain this far. Even though it was mostly rock and small brush, it was beautiful. Turning around, we could see parts of Haiti’s shoreline that we had only seen from an airplane. We felt so blessed to be there and gave God our thanks in that special prayer place.
“For the LORD is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.” Psalm 95:3-7