Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Today was one that rivals all the best. Harry and I went up to Crochu ( coo-she ) to visit Sister Fani and her son Cado. What a blessing it was to make this trip. A much needed trip to visit a place where the Lord has placed my heart. Harry and a little boy named Ramon and I hiked up the ravine to make the pilgrimage to the village on top of the mountain. This is where the dear Pastor Fani lived and preached. As most know he passed away late last year.
We were going up to visit the family and check on the house that GMSM funded to build. The process has been slow for reasons I am not sure. That part has been out of our hands. But construction has started and from what I can tell the structure looks very good. I love the way the Haitians build. It was so good to visit Madam Fani and Cado. She prepared a nice meal and we talked about her family, the church and needs that the family has.
Cado starts school in October so GMSM set him up for the year. It only cost $100.00 U.S. dollars to pay for books, tuition and uniforms. This family has blessed me so much and has shown me things that you don’t see in most Christians. All may not agree but no one has been in the footsteps of this family the way I have.
Paul does say in Romans 3: 23 that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. It was such a sad feeling going up the mountain towards the pastor’s old house. All the trails he used to blaze have grown over so much that we actually had a tough time getting through. When we reached the old house, it to was grown over and falling in. Things in the areas were always so vibrant and clean. The path that leads from the old house to the church was almost not passable. I guess it is time to move on with the passing of a season.
On our way back down we went the long, main trail. The valleys are beautiful. This is a tough trek even for me. I am in good shape but I am also getting a little older. Such a bummer that time waits for know one. Not even me.