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Days after presentation

Saturday was the big day to present the ministry our design. Sarah recaptured the process we went through this week and presented the design of the masterplan and work team facility. Both were well received. Like our project leader has been saying, “we are right where we are supposed to be,” and looking to move forward as the Spirit leads. While the trip is winding down to a conclusion, the project has only started.

Sunday, we took a day off and headed to the beach. The day was spent between hanging out at a rock beach (instead of sand), enjoying some good food and company, bargaining with vendors, and a volleyball game with a few Brazilian soldiers. Oh, and for the first time in 9 days, I slept through the night without sweating in an air-conditioned space.

Monday began with a 4 am hike. Earliest hike ever. We ascended the mountain with flash lights, and came down with the sun rising behind us. I love mountains.

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. -Psalm 121:1-2

Mountains present both danger and protection. They could wall out the unwanted, while also provide a hiding place for enemies. Moreover, shrines for other gods occupied the high places. As Israelites lifted their eyes up, they must have realized their lives were in God’s hands. The only God who could protect them from all danger, and the God who is above all deities in hill shrines because He is the God who created the mountain and everything with it.

There is so much beauty in Haiti, amidst brokenness and suffering. Someone once said, “If you look to your left and right, in front and behind and see no hope, look up and you’ll alway find it.”

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