Day 7—heading home.
As I sit in the Port au Prince airport, waiting on my flight home, I have some time to think. No cell phone service here, so communication with the outside is non-existent. That’s good though, I get to clearly put my thoughts down.
As far as the week: we had an incredible time. We saw Haitians come to know Christ through our village ministry, we fed them through our rice feedings, and we saw our relationships with our Haitian family…
I have had some time to think about things too…especially about Tia. I can’t thank God enough for what He is doing for us with this little girl. She is turning our family upside down and inside out! It’s awesome.
Here’s what I have learned from spending a week with Tia:
She is a ball of energy. Every time I call her, she knows my voice, but sometimes (actually many times) she chooses to keep walking. She has a mind of her own. She isn’t a big fan of someone else being in control. I however, understand the roll of being the parent. I’m going to parent her the best way I can…in English and in what little Creole I know. I’m praying she will hear my voice and obey. I’m praying she will know I only want the best for her and I pray she will want to obey me and WANT to be near me.
God gave me these verses:
12 Therefore, brothers, we have an obligation–but it is not to the sinful nature, to live according to it.13 For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live,14 because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God.15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs–heirs of God and co‑heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory. –Romans 8:12-17
Here is what I know: I believe I’ve been adopted myself…adopted into God’s family. He chose to bring me into His family. He calls my name…and there are times I scream, “NO!” at the top of my lungs and there are times I run away. I am just like my little Haitian girl. I know He’s my “Papa” but there are still times I struggle to do what He says.
It might be a stretch for you but it’s crystal clear to me. This week I know I called Tia’s name hundreds of times. I sat her down a few times when she needed to be reminded who is REALLY in charge. I wouldn’t let her pour her water into her spaghetti. I chose to parent her the best way I see fit…something she must get used to. I’m not going to let her go though, no matter what. She’s MY BABY! Regardless of what happens over the next few months, I’m going to love her because she is my child. She will experience all the positives and negatives that come with the Wilson name.
I pray daily that Tia understands just how much I care about her. I saw this week how I believe God truly looks at me. When Tia cried in front of everyone else I calmly and lovingly tried to communicate with her in a new language. I know what’s in store for her but she has no clue. She can’t see her new LIFE any further than knowing one day she will get on an airplane with “Mama and Papa” and head to her new house. She has no
clue that she is leaving behind the land of goats and pigs in the middle of the capital city. She has no clue that things are clean in her new home. She doesn’t know air conditioning, the need for heat, or what a HD television is like…but one day she will.
I never knew what faith was until I had to experience it. I never understood God’s hand and provision truly being enough…until I had to trust it alone. This week I was reminded how God loves me more than I could ever imagine…and I’ve seen Him closer almost daily over the past few years. I know Tia will be blown away to know how much we are going to love her…and I am completely IN SHOCK at how much God has shown me about who I am through a little brown-skinned girl who is one day going to be a WILSON!
–mike