sweet crazy

Oh my lands...it seemed like a good idea at the time to just do it all at once...but maybe not now that we're DOING it all at once :)

We have overheated our inverters and lost power the last three days in a row, with even the power system telling us--too much!  We feel you!

There has been something really special about having EVERY SINGLE STUDENT, every undergrad and every student in every master's program (that's four this week) here.  We've got Bill Edler back, taking a class, we have three visiting professors, one intern and two 'exploration' visitors, and two more exploration visitors coming today, and two construction helpers tomorrow (give it up for the long lost UNCLE DON).  We've got 8 guys working on the new classroom building, and meanwhile every single room that could be considered a classroom is packed (including the cafeteria-classroom this week!), every single friend who could be considered a translator is translating, and every single device that could be considered a fan is working it!

It is rich community all day, and rich community all evening...we put down some major Beef Bourguignon Monday night with a lot of great conversation and laughter, crammed around our usually large table, and celebrated Haylie turning-somehow 16 Tuesday night grilling out on the Phil-Grill.  The kitchen is working full-steam to feed everyone, and the pile of exams to grade is growing and growing.  With airport runs today and tomorrow and Saturday, with the girls still back and forth to school, with the next meal always looming...it is a one-hour-at-a-time season, as we work to be still, be at His feet and be faithful.

One of the sweetest spots this week has been chapel...talk about a unique church!  With visitors from several countries and students and alumni from all-ALL throughout Haiti, coming together to worship has been powerful.  When I came into chapel a bit late Monday, I thought the room was mostly empty, with only one or two people sitting in each bench.  But when the prayer finished, I realized that dozens of students had been on the ground on their knees...and suddenly the benches were overflowing.  The seminary choir sang, and Matt preached his last sermon of the school-year about the Holy Spirit coming as the function of the law, but written on our hearts, no longer on tablets of stone.

I praise the Lord for that, because the Holy Spirit is helping me daily in large and small ways that the Law simply never could, making this crazy week with too many people and too much cooking and too much heat and too much pregnant and too much to do a search for sweetness, found and found and found again in Him.