T-24 hours = Packing
I find it very ironic how I have spent time, money, resources, to ensure that I have everything that I need when traveling to a land that has nothing. The irony is somehow I might feel re-assured because of the "things" in which I deem necessary. Whereas the people of Haiti are relieved to be alive, they don't need anything.
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- Mike and Noelle
- "An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break." - Ancient Chinese Proverb
Watching, waiting, praying, and excited to see God working through you as you share the gifts He has given you... Touch and be touched... listen and you will hear... look and you will see... God is in this very moment.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy to have you making this venture since I believe it holds such possibility for good. May God provide all you need to feel at home in a faraway land. I am with you in Spirit.
ReplyDeleteMany Blessings,
Mary Kay
I just spoke to Noelle and she's safely arrived in Haiti! The group has passed through customs and is at the Guest House, and their plan is to visit their first orphanage tomorrow morning!
ReplyDeleteThanks to each of you for your continued thoughts and prayers! Mike
Thanks for the update Mike...now the work begins...praying for a restful night.
ReplyDeleteIsn't interesting how God works? There were 12 disciples... in this case 12 women... Jesus has called each of you, from the east and west; from the north and south... to the very place each of you are today.
ReplyDeleteI remain praying for you Noelle, and for your entire team...
I came across this and it spoke to my heart and I know that the lyrics will speak to your hearts this day, today, the Lord's day.
My Sister's Hands – Sally DeFord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75l2oMat-O4&feature=related
Lyrics:
My sister's hands are fair and white; my sister's hands are dark
My sister's hands are touched with age, or by the years unmarked
And often when I pray for strength to live as He commands
The Father sends me sustenance in my sister's hands
My sister's hands are lined and worn with burdens of their own
And yet I know that should I mourn, I need not weep alone
For often as I seek His grace to lighten life's demands
The Father sends me solace borne in my sister's hands
My sister's hands: compassion's tools that teach my own their art
Witnesses of charity within the human heart
Bearers of the Savior's love and mercy unto man
I have felt the Master's touch in my sister's hands
And so sweet precious ladies called to this mission field; know that you are prayed for and cared for by human hearts and by God.
This sister's hands folded in prayer sends you sustenance. Be touched. Deb