Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Haiti Here We Come
This is going to sound sort of abrupt.
I've been writing this post in my head for four days and still don't know what to say.
This is important. It's big. It's crazy.
I want to tell you, but I want to keep this short.
Aaron and I are leaving Friday to go to Haiti.
Aaron applied for a teaching position at a school in Port-au-Prince.
He's been offered the job.
We're going to see the school, meet the people and try...
to wrap our brains around this new life that may be ours very soon.
Have we mentioned that the Radical Series and the Jesus we met in the Bible during those messages has totally ruined us?
There will be many posts coming soon. You are all so sweet to walk with us through each of the journeys God has taken us on as a family. We have felt so loved by many of you.
God, in His weird ways of doing just about everything has somehow brought together a group of unique people. For some reason we're here. Together. In this weird place called the world wide web. Talking about Jesus, being a wife, a woman, a mom...talking about how gross and wonderful our kids can be. Kind of creepy, but nonetheless real. Many of you have changed my life. I'm not the same person because of perfect strangers. See...I told you. That's creepy. But true.
So I will write more later...about our fears...about how God has taken people totally comfortable here in America in a giant, beautiful home in one of the nicest neighborhoods in our town and shaken us...in that rough, loving way that only God can manage.
I'm terrified. I have cried and cried and cried and oh yep...cried more. The community we have here is to be envied. We are so close to our friends they are like family. Their relationship to us is a taste of heaven. Close. Sweet. As in, they know where everything goes in my kitchen and could totally step in and take over raising our kids if something were to happen to us. That close. We see each other several times a week. Talk to each other every day. Spend the night in each other's home. Those kinds of friends. We are blessed. We go to a great church. Aaron has a great job. Our kids have precious friends. Great ball teams. Hip hop. A dreamy, American life. Why would we walk away from that?
We're not really sure why. Right now it seems sort of dumb.
Our church family learned about our plans tonight. They were so sweet and supportive. We have such comfort knowing they are praying with us this week.
I'll spare you the longest post ever and just say this:
Pray for us. Pray for our trip. Pray that God confirms a great deal in our souls in a few days.
Most importantly...if we go this week and we feel like this is definitely where God is leading us...
Pray that God gives us a great...huge...God-sized...only He can accomplish it vision for what He wants to do in Haiti through us and through...you guessed it...YOU. Each of you. Your skills. Your prayers. Your connections. Your money. Touching precious lives in Haiti.
Here's what we know for sure.
This isn't about the Hendricks moving to Haiti. It can't be.
Are you kidding? I feel like the worst pick. The least capable of doing something like this. The one who is perfectly fine warming the bench when it comes to things that actually require faith. Moving to Haiti cannot be about us. If so, this whole thing is totally doomed from the start. Instead, we see this as all of us, in one way or another, getting a real life, hands on way to live out the great commission...to care for the poor...to love the orphan...to help what may be the neediest country in the world right now. Alone we can't do this...we shouldn't do this. I have no faith..none...in my ability to live in a third world country in a way that brings glory to God. I have a lot of faith in Aaron to do something like this. He's a stud. He can do anything. But if he goes to Haiti, I go to Haiti and let's all admit it...there in lies the problem. Even though Aaron is incredible, there is probably only so much whining he can take before he drowns me in the ocean.
I'm simply not the "missionary" type. Missionaries are super holy. They have great complexions. They like to camp. The mothers wear clothes that match their children.
Just yesterday I was doubting if Jesus was real, we all know what happened the one time I tried to camp, and it would be a cold day in Haiti before I would do the matching clothes routine. I'm not even kidding...I'm the worst pick. worst. pick. least. likely.
Pray with us for vision from the God who for some silly reason is asking our family to go...and take you (one way or another) with us.
Let's hope God still uses broken, C-team people to do big, kingdom things. I'm trying to remind myself that using the worst pick seems to be a consistent pattern of God's.