At Los Montasitos

I got on a truck, with 30 more people that were going to the same place. I was going on the floor next to a container full of gasoline and I asked myself: are you willing to suffer all this for your master? And then I though; but he suffered even more for my sake.

I was about to get to the place when the same feeling I had the first time about asking for food and housing possessed me. I had been in this community before and I knew some people but still I was afraid.

When I arrived, Francis, an old friend welcomed me, and later he invited me to help him in a compassion centre that he also worked for. There I taught the kids and help Francis with some other stuff. Later in the evening he invited me to go to a political activity that was going on in a community close to ours. While we were over there, I felt really frustrated, because I thought I had no reason to be there. It started raining and we needed to leave, for the road would soon get muddy and it was very steep. After a couple drops we left, a mile ahead we found out that it had been raining a lot more where we were going. Our motorcycles got stuck in the mud and we had to walk all the way back to our place. While my boots were sinking in the mud, my heart was sinking in humbleness because I remembered all the times I complained about walking in the pavement in my hometown but now I saw hoe these is those people’s life and they are ok with it. Then God showed me a vary important thing; “this is how they live their lives and they still serve Me with all their hearts”.

When we arrived to the community we went to church, and then to the house where I slept until the next day. I had my quiet time in the morning and then Francis took me to visit a Haitian lady friend of his, while she was feeding her baby me and Francis helped her to cook, until noon.

I checked my money, and to my surprise it wasn’t enough for me to get back home due to an offering I gave the first lady I stayed with, it was even more frustrating. Still I decided to have faith and I declared that I was leaving that day at 2 PM as I had it planed. God will provide – I thought

It was no more than 20 minutes when my youth group pastor -who didn’t know I was there- showed up. He is a supervisor for the goverment clinic of that community. He was really surprised to see me there.

I had no money to pay public transportation, but I had God.

God has never failed us, but fFor some reason still we have a hard time to trust Him.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

Mathew 6:33