This Old House

Dear Readers,

We are still busy transferring our things down to the compound. Everything has to be moved before we leave on November 30. We only have a certain number of boxes to work with, so several boxes have been taken down, emptied, and brought back to fill again. Thankfully, the weather is gorgeous here and we no longer have to contend with the heavy rains which last weekend brought to Cap-Haitian. Soon, I will post some pictures of the mission house where we’ll be staying. Meanwhile, I thought you might like to see what we’re leaving.

In our 16+ years in this house, it has been a great struggle. It is in tremendous need of repair in more ways than we can count. All the pipes need to be replaced. We’ve had to add new doors that were eaten through by termites. The roof leaks in several rooms, as well as on the stairway, and the tile reflects years of constant use. Life in Bel-Air has always been a source of contention. Having an ample supply of water always involved dealing with the folks in the neighborhood. It was often a common practice of our neighbors to purposely break a pipe, then come and offer to fix it for a small fee. Even the electric company, in our absence, came and took our breaker and has never restored it. This means much precious money is spent on buying gas and running our generator on a daily basis. So, in many ways, you can imagine why we are ready to move!

On the other hand, the house contains many memories for us. It would take a whole book to relate them all. If the walls could talk, they would speak of all the countless decisions that had to be made here in order for the ministry to grow. They would tell you about the range of emotions Prit and I felt as each child left one-by-one for the United States to continue their schooling. “The empty nest is never fun!” they would say. It would be quick to point out all the laughter and tears that were shed within. The ceilings would attest to all the prayers and intercession that mounted upward, often accompanied by what seemed like a constant torrent of tears. The doors would also speak of the steady stream of visitors that entered in hope of finding something to eat and leaving full. But, unfortunately, this old house must hold its silence, unable to speak of the faithfulness of God that has been proven time and time again in the midst of fierce trials – trials that have literally taken us to the brink of death and back.

So, while you see why we feel incredible relief to be moving to a more decent place, you will also understand the need to pause and reflect on God’s goodness towards us in this place. Each time we pass this area, one glance towards this old house will conjure up all sorts of memories and feelings. It’s a good thing we can take the memories with us, though. Please continue to pray for this move, that we can get everything done and we can be settled in before we leave Haiti at the end of the month.

1 thought on “This Old House

  1. I have lots of memories of that “old” house too. I was there before and after it was so run down. God is good and I believe He is moving you on to bigger and better things. When I think of all the times we “looked” for a house for you guys and to see where God has brought you too, I am amazed at His goodness, though I should not be. He is always faithful. The grounds are so beautiful at the compound and I know God is going to bless you richly there.

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