Out loud, I read Titus over and over again, letting His words to me pour over my grouchy, tired, hot soul and sooth my heart, transform my mood, renew my spirit.
After a beautifully corrective morning with the Lord, the team returned and we headed out to do evangelism together with several Haitian brothers in an area 20 minutes (walking) from here. And as always, when I didn't know what to say, He told me, and when I didn't know where to go, He met me. Praying as we walked, I traced the words of Titus with my mind, anxious to live worthy of His calling.
Then tonight, as a beautiful and sacrificial treat, the team took Matt, Lily and I, along with our sisters who had cooked for them all week, out to a hotel in town for dinner. We sat and talked and laughed and ate fried fish and rice as the sun set and cool darkness spread over Cap-Haitien. Then four men began to play and sing, guitar, drums, maracas, and I swear I could feel His grace for tiny, self-centered, grouchy me.