Another day of painting. We traveled to Leveck. We painted a house blue with white windows as well as the latrine green. Cody and I mostly rolled entire interior of the house ourselves with lots of help from Anna, of the Genesis group. She worked her tail off keeping up with the Goodnights. April cut in and Tina, Shelli and Lisa painted the windows. Everyone else rolled on the robin's egg blue. Cody and I were covered in white paint splatters. Jessica gave us the best compliment saying we are a very hard working couple. We set the standard of what hard work looks like, she said. A young boy came in this afternoon and started scooping water from the floor which was flooded due the previous night's rain. We had no idea who he was or where he belonged. He just showed up and started helping. I think God sent him as an angel. April started to help him, but he stopped her because she was scooping water wrong. Is there a right way to scoop it?? It was sweet to watch them work together and try to communicate.
I've been waiting for God to move big all day and He did. We went to church tonight -less people, more dancing. Nothing was in English this time. But it didn't matter. I've always known God could do this, but it just became a realization to me today. God understands all languages. I realized this as I watched a woman passionately praise and beg God to move through her prayer. It was so wonderful to watch these hard, tough Haitian women be vulnerable with God, but very strong and passionate at the same time. I couldn't keep my eyes off this other Haitian woman as she prayed and sang to Jesus. She kept saying, "Merci Savior" - "Thank you, Savior". She rarely opened her eyes. She swayed and lifted her hands singing her heart out. I can only hope I look that beautiful and honest when I worship the Lord. Another woman came in with her son of maybe a year. She kept encouraging him to raise his little hands. At one point she said, "Merci Savior" and kissed her son's hand and started to cry. I immediately thought of Noah. She scooped him up and they praised Jesus together. I have experienced that kind of sweet moment with Noah. I knew I needed to hear Noah's voice, so afterward we called Nana. Noah wasn't much interested in talking to us, but hearing his sweet voice was such a blessing. I'm so blessed to get to be his mommy. He is such a little light in our lives. During the service, Cody leaned over and said, "They don't have jack crap and they still love Jesus." I just kept thinking, "They have everything." Why don't I hunger and thirst like that? Why am I not desperate to sit at His feet? Those people very much were in His midst and at His feet tonight. The experience was absolutely incredible. I wish I could have bottled it up to take with me.
