{haiti day 5}
Dear Candice,
Today I went to soccer camp again. My friend samantha shared the Gospel and one little boy was converted. alot of the other kids laughed as he came down to be prayed over. Jesus says, "Blessed are those are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kindom of heaven." That little boy is blessed.
I was only there for half of the day. For the second half, I went down to the cretch and spent 3 hours there. i just love those kids so much. They are so beautiful.
Tonight, I lead the devotion. I talked about one of my favorite verses- matthew 10:27. It says, "What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the rooftops." On Saturday, right when we got off the plane, there was a man walking around and speaking Creole (as do most Haitian men...). Anyway, he was talking and then he looked at me and said quietly, "Jesus is coming back" in English. And I thought to myslef, "THAT'S IT!" I got so excited because I knew that God had just used that man to whisper to me. So I had to go tell everyone on the rooftops that Jesus is coming back. After that, we got on a bus to take us to the guest house. In the front of the bus, the words "God is good" were written. There it was again! In the dark, God told me that He is good. So I had to say it in the light. I told the people on my team that. I told them those things and not to be afraid of saying things on the rooftops or in the light. Because the next verse said not to fear the people who can kill you but can't destroy your soul. I just hope they understood what I meant.
On our trip there is a 10-year-old girl named Eliza. She has the faith that only comes from an innocent soul and feeds her righteousness on a daily baisis. She asked to go to Haiti for Christmas (wow#1). We have been here for 5 days, and not once have i heard here complain one single sylable (wow#2). She is so faithful to the kids in the Creche that she is with them every second that she can holding at least 2 kids at a time (wow #3). After devotion tonight, one of our translators, Mardoche, asked to pray over her. So our entire team of sixty- something gathered around yough Eliza to lay hands on her and pray for her. Mardoche's prayer was in Creole but it was so powerful. By the end of his prayer Eliza, as well as many of us, was in tears. It was so powerful. A few other people got to share some words with here when we were done praying. I fought for my time to share with her one of my favorite Bible passages.
I finally got my turn. So I scooped her up in my arms and let her cry for a moment. Then I looked at her and began talking to her. I shared with her about the prophet Jeremiah. I told her that in the first chapter of the book of Jeremiah, God called him to go a preach about Him. But Jeremiah told God that he was only a child and that God can't use him because he was too young. But God replied, "Do not say, 'I am only a child!' For wherever I send you, you shall go; and whatever I command you, you shall say."
So I told Eliza that she is not just a child. But to keep going and saying what God wants her to.
It was a precious exchange that I shared with a precious treasure of God.
Say it in the light,
I love you.
Love,
Sara
the gist
I'm not normal. I think you'll begin to see that when you start reading.
Normal girls my age are caught up in their new boyfriend or pair of frye boots. But me? I'm caught up in the grace that saved me from eternal destruction and the Man who gave me that grace. To put it simply, I'm crazy about my God.
And that's not normal.
Behind every action, lies motivation. So what's my motivation?
I want to provide everyone with access to see that God loves them. I want people to know the thoughts and conflicts that cloud my naive mind...
I want to provide everyone with access to see that God loves them. I want people to know the thoughts and conflicts that cloud my naive mind...
...and I like to blog.
As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.
As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.
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