fighting for us

As we have all been expecting to happen, our internet provider went down on Thursday, and we were streaming internet through the cell phone network. Since this morning, the cell phone network has been largely down.

Maybe no fuel. Maybe protest damage to the businesses. Maybe being blocked. We don't know.

But man alive, this is a hard-at-every-turn season.

As we fight for fuel and pray for propane and wait for school and watch the roads...we are now cut from communication.

So, when we get a pocket of steaming through the cell phone network, everything posts and sends...and meanwhile I'm thankful for recipes I've written down, thankful for the short pockets getting us email once-ish a day, and thankful for FB messenger, which for some reason is working better than everything else.  Pictures a different day.

Goodness.

There is SO MUCH striving right now, so much working and waiting and seeking and searching, that the reality that the Lord is NOT is just our solid ground.

He is NOT tired. NOT searching. NOT waiting. NOT blocked.  My God is not searching for fuel, waiting for internet, pushing for school.

But He IS fighting. And God fighting for His people is exactly what we need.  He's doing what we need. He's giving what is needed.

I'm just staying glued, with trust.

The Heckmans being here is life-giving.  With so much enduring and so many people leaving, having new people and old friends is just GOOD. The staff and students will be so encouraged to have them on campus tomorrow.

This morning, the weekend students, Maxi, Nikki and our family piled into the van to head to church, Pastor Guenson's five miles down the road, to support Leme preaching.

The van, still struggling with battery issues, was dead-dead. Unload, pile snuggly into the pathfinder, head down the road.  Half-way to church, the a/c goes. Then the windows, and the power steering.  By the time we squeaked into church, the car was done.

We 9 squeezed into already crowded benches and Matt headed back home to try to get the van going again.  Hopped on a motorcycle....half-way home and in the middle of nowhere, it ran out of gas.  (This gas thing? yeah. It's no joke.)

After waiting and waiting with his new friend and empty motorcycle, another motorcycle came by and pulled them to Emmaus, where Matt gave the man enough gas to get him back, and got to our house and realized the keys to the house were in the car, at the church.

In the end, still no van, but a montero later, he was back before Leme even began preaching! (Long services in Haiti, also no joke :)

Leme preached an awesome message about the church serving each other in times of crisis, and about the Lord being above and beyond this crisis...still at work, so we must be, too.

We celebrated sweet Jacob turning 2 this afternoon, had a few traveling missionaries join us this evening (bearing Halloween candy for the win!) and had a very full table by dinner, for which I will always be thankful. Students have been coming in all evening and we're back at it tomorrow.

He's battling for us, He's battling for Haiti. We're battling with Him, He refreshes us as we need His endurance.

Keep praying, keep praying. Thank you