Saturday, March 29, 2014

Creole & living life together.

Shane and I just finished taking a 5 week Creole class. It was incredibly expensive however we learned a ton! We just want to be able to speak well to our friends, employees, and acquantances in Haiti. We want to be able to shout the truth of God and to be a part of discipling others. A huge thank you to our sponsors for making it possible for us to learn! 

You may be wondering about our kids Creole. Our kids study Creole daily for about 10-15 minutes and it is paying off. They are able to have basic conversations with the kids and adults and are learning more daily. Some of the hold up is our Grace kids actually speak quite a bit of English, so they don't 'have to' learn Creole to communicate. 

A lady named Daphne helps us keep our house clean. At first I wasn't sure that it was necessary to have someone help us since we were able to keep our home clean in the states (clean is relative). However with the amount of wind, dust, use, and traffic that our home has daily, there is no way I could do it myself. It literally needs to be cleaned daily. Also, it is cultural to have someone help clean your house because the expectation is if you have a home you should have the ability to provide a job for someone else. 

Anyway, it has been a pleasure to get to know her. The more Creole I know, the better friends we are able to become. She works hard, has a beautiful smile, is clumsy, and loves to tease. The other day she asked me why I thought there were so many languages in the world. 

I said, well, the Bible says that man got together and decided that they wanted to get to heaven. So they decided to build a very tall building so they could be like God. However, God got very angry at them and divided them by giving them different languages. As I was telling Daphne about the Tower of Babel, I thought maybe this was my chance to tell her about Jesus and was a door opening. However, as I finished my story, our pastor of Grace Church came to my door. I listened as Daphne began to tell Pastor Wesley what she asked me and my response. She gave me her official approval as a Christian, I knew my Bible. 

Something about this made my heart happy. She cared enough about me to check to see if I knew the Bible. This conversation led us to discuss the time we both spend reading the Bible and praying to our great big God. I love that I get to serve a God so big that nothing can contain him. 

One more story that made me laugh. Daphne and I were talking in my living room. I don't remember the conversation however Landen was sitting on the couch trying to study Creole and making a very annoying repetitive noise. I was just about to tell him to stop when Daphne stopped what she was saying, sternly told Landen to stop, and then looked at me. I think she was as surprised as I was, then we both laughed. I said, "All moms are the same" (or something like that since I said it in Creole and I'm not always sure exactly what I am saying) to which Daphne replied, "Yes, moms are moms". 

I love that we are more the same than different. I love that I get to serve such a big God. I love that God has called us to be here. I love that I get to face the hard stuff and learn how to become more like Jesus. 


Saturday morning Austin enjoys helping Vanea make bread in the bread ovens at Grace Village. I think he enjoys this for a few reasons; 1. Vanea is kind and patient. 2. Austin loves to learn 3. When Austin helps, he gets fed delicious bread. You be the judge :)



Sierra and Landen love doing the crafts with the Grace kids on Saturday with the short term mission teams. This week they learned to sew little bears. 


Austin was able to join the older kids as they learned CPR and how to operate a defibrilator. Very cool stuff. 


Our Grace kids are very creative. They made these little kites out of garbage and then shared them with Sierra and Landen. Its always windy at Grace. 


Stole this pic from a fellow missionary in Haiti. Makes me laugh. 

Keep those prayers coming! 







No comments:

Post a Comment