Things have been tough recently on the Project 7 land. By recent count, four of the children and three adults have contracted Typhoid Fever. One of our older boys has Malaria. And some of the same adults and kids have the Chikungunya virus, several have recovered and then become re-infected with the virus two or three times. We are blessed that one of the Committee members is a doctor and runs a pharmacy, but it can still be discouraging. Money has been tight and summer in Haiti is extremely hot!
Mike and I recently came back from a trip to Haiti. We had a wonderful time. Mike taught the kids more worship songs on the keyboard and guitar. We had an amazing time of Bible study. We played games and laughed a lot. When it was time to go, we caught the small commuter bus that takes us to Santiago, in the Dominican Republic. Things started getting crazy when we asked the bus driver to stop so we could get off the bus. The driver stopped momentarily, but as we just started to step off, he started driving again! I threw my luggage to Mike then jumped from a moving bus! That driver didn't get a tip from us!!
There was a guy waiting by the road, shouting “Cab? Cab?” This was great…or so we thought. We should have just said no thanks when we came around the corner to find his car hood up and multiple bottles of fluid sitting on the engine. Mike actually tried to say no, but the driver had our bag which he threw into the trunk of the cab and hurried us to the door, telling us to get in. We can definitely be too trusting in some situations. We got in his vehicle and the next twenty-five minutes were some of the scariest we have ever experienced! He drove like a mad man, darting in and out of traffic, then deciding to go the back way. Ugh. It seemed to get worse by the minute. We had no idea where we were.
At one point, I reached over and took Mike’s hand, telling him how much I had loved being married to him these last twenty-eight years. Then it happened. The driver took a turn onto a dirt road that went to the top of a hill. It looked completely deserted. We didn't know where this would end up. The car could barely make it to the top of the hill and we were literally thinking this was the end for us. As he down-shifted his car, our hearts were racing, but the car finally made it to the top and we could see that the dirt road connected to the main highway in Santiago. We were 10 minutes from the airport! We had to laugh.
Sometimes all the indicators seem bad. Sometimes discouragement can set in. The Committee has seen these kids come from terrible situations and have been able to find lodging for them, even if it was basically a shack. Then through prayer and fasting, God brought Max and Cay from Australia and with the help of their church and friends they were able to get the kids into a better rental house. Now they are on the Project 7 land living in two beautiful homes. God has brought them a long way….but He’s not finished! Right now there is sickness, money is tight, and the temperature is rising. But we can’t let indicators determine the outcome!
I love what the Apostle Peter said in 1 Peter 1:3-9 -- "In this you greatly rejoice, through now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing, you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith -- the salvation of your souls."
This week simply pray that God would heal everyone who is sick and encourage those who are discouraged! He really does cause all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. [Romans 8:28]
--- Relna Mansfield is the Project 7 Administrative Manager for New Reality International. She sends out weekly prayer emails and would love to get you on the list! Simply email her at firstname.lastname@example.org with your request.