My life is simply that. A weaving. We live in small town USA and I'm living a life I love…

Blessed the Lord…

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning 

It’s time to sing your songs again

Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me,

Let me be singing when the evening comes… 

Bless the Lord oh my soul

Flying into Miami we were able to see. The sun rise over the wings of the plane and the ocean.  Gorgeous.  

At night here in Montroise, the nights are blacker and the stars and more brilliant.  

The smiles of these dark skinned beauties are beyond gorgeous.  

Gods hand is eve ident everywhere… Sometimes discomfort can hide Gods majesty and sometimes when comfort is stripped it becomes more evident… 

There are still eight of us with missing luggage.  Five of us without clothing…  I’ll admit the thought of no underwear has almost brought me to tears if I’m honest… 

However…  It’s a make it work situation. The passing of clothes from one person to another is another small evidence of grace found in a body of believers.  Like the church in Acts, every need of the believers were met by the excess of other believers… 

So this morning we enter the mountains… We enter with full hearts, hope, or rather, dreams of luggage being delivered, and readiness to take the Gospel through love and deed to this new area in the gorgeous mountains of Haiti.

Until Tuesday… May the Lord bless you and keep you…  Please continue to pray for our team.  


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