| My Trip In Haiti - Part 2 - In The Hands of God |
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When we arrived in Haiti, the man who was supposed to meet us at the airport was not there. I didn't know that until later. The girls and I went through the customs inspections in the airport with no problems, but then we stepped outside the door of the airport.
It was like flies on rotten bananas.
People yelling at us, Do you need a taxi? Give me Money? Let me carry your bag? One man grabbed my bag and I repeatedly told him NO NO NO NO NO. He wouldn't let go. I looked behind me and someone had taken the bags away from one of my girls. I had to fight to get it from her. I was looking for the guy, he wasn't there. People are yelling. The girls are frightened. I am frazzled. Chaos is growing.
I pulled the girls to a sidewalk and the three of us stayed there in a huddle fending off the pleas for cash and the demands to help, waiting for someone to come and guide us. They did, but were they the right person? How could I distinguish between those who were helping and those who only appeared to be helping?
My poor daughter was in tears. I couldn't blame her. So much chaos, so much uncertainty. We didn't speak the language, didn't know the culture or the customs. We were totally in the hands of someone else. Totally dependent.
As I recall this scene from the quiet and safety of my office, I am reminded of how unsettled it felt. And I am also reminded that my life is totally in the hands of God each and every day. And I am reminded of how few times, I trust God to the point where I am willing to completely let go and let Him have FULL control.
If I do that, He might require me to move out of my comfort zone. He might call me to change in RADICAL ways. What might I have to give up? Where might I have to go? What fears might I be forced to confront? What unlovable people, might I be called on to love? What action might I have to take? What might my family and friends think?
What difference does all of that make if I truly TRUST my Lord?
He has always been there for me. Yes, he requires much . . . No He requires all, but He gives back far more than He asks. He is my rock, an ever present help in times of trouble, my stronghold, my fortress, and my deliverer. Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for YOU are with me! |
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