My time in dajabon and Haiti was great, even thou I just went to talk personally with a couple people. First of all I met Pastor Orlando and his wife, a married couple of puertorrican missionaries. It was hard at first because when I told him I wanted to stay in Haiti for 6 weeks he confronted me asking me a lot of questions that I thought about but didn't except him to ask me. Then we talk for a while about the trials that as a missionary you might find (homesickness, cultural shock, etc).

After that he sent me to have a talk with a Haitian guy that works for the church, where he would give me a little cultural orientation. The next day was mostly hanging out in Dajabon. The last day I went to Haiti, where I spend like 3 hours hanging out with some teenagers in the school that knew some French.  And then I talked to the Haitian Pastor that I'm going to work with.

He was very excited, apparently I'll be working at a youth group in a city called Capotillo, most kids there speak both Spanish and French. The rest of the schedule is going to be set after I go there.

Recently, God has been doing amazing things in my life. Specially when I took some time to complain again about certain things that I want to happen in my own way.

This blog is to share a Lil bit with you guys what is my frustration about, and how has God ministered in my life.

As most of you know, I committed to go to the missions field for a time of six months. after praying a lot, my heart moved towards the other side of the world. I thought it was pretty far, but seeing people with a desire of the word of God being preached and willing to support financially, and what is more; the amount of people that are praying for it, I realized that is not as far as it looks.

Today, a month and a half after my supposed departure, I'm still here, waiting for some documents so that can get the visa to that country. After I have the visa, Iīll be able to go through Europe easily.

The time has come when people ask me when am I leaving , and I don't have an answer, or some question the fact that I'm going so far, when only God Knows why he called me to go there.

There are people that are not very close friends of mine, That I can see they don't really care, but those that are close friends, don't want me to go.

In the other hand God has done a great job killing me, instead a lot of new things are transforming my heart and mind. I've learned to be patient, and to understand that God is the one in control not me. Because I don't know when I might get all that paperwork, I can not make plans further than two weeks, cuz I don't know If I'll be there or here.

My mom is starting to feel depressed because I'm not studying nor working,

Sadly there's nothing I can do, I'm not from this world, I'm dedicated to God, committed to do what he asks me to do. It was my choice a couple years ago not to live according to this world. If Iīm to die in the missions field Iīll know That I havenīt wasted my life.

I wonīt deny though That I miss living a "normal" life sometimes.

The first thing is that we've been planning this for about a month and it was supposed to happen at a friend of ours church about 3 km from where we live, in the afternoon a big rain started, leaving us without a clue of what was going to happen. Later on we got together and (after drinking some coffee of course) we headed out to the place.

There people received us very warmly.
We had planned each one to have a part in it. I was in charge of sharing the message that later I had to change because everyone in the building was a Christian.
Andres and Ruth (Lenin's wife) led worship while Luis shared a testimony.

Then I shared the word of God with them.

I shared with them what's hombre o Na and what's our goal, as well as encouraging them to have the same kind of fellowship that doesn't have to do with church names, councils or doctrine, but that has a real desire to be a Jesus' disciple and to have real fellowship among your brothers and sisters.