The other day I was dropping off baby Darbens back home.
As I jumped out of the Canter with his bag I set off to cross the crazy road for his house
but forgot one thing:
the baby.
The 2 Haitian workers who were with me yelled at me to come back.
And laughed profusely
As did I.
I grabbed Darbens, made it safely across the street, and made my way through the winding dirt path to his home.
After a quick conversation in Creole with his grandmother, I back tracked to find my ride had left me.
I was alone as the sun was setting on the main road about 5 miles from home.
It wouldn't have been a problem if I had money with me as I could take a tap-tap home.
But, my pockets were empty except for my phone which was of course useless because it had no minutes on it.
So I began to walk in the direction of my village.
It's not the safest but I had no other choice.
After about a mile of walking (and secretly loving my little adventure),
a motorbike pulled up with 2 men on it.
They said my name and asked in Creole where I was going.
I told them I was going home.
They offered me a ride, I quickly thought this may be dumb but why not?
I didn't know the driver, but I recognized the man on the back.
So with that and them knowing who I was, I decided it was safe.
So I jumped on and off we rode.
They took my right to the mission gate.
It was a blessing.
There was no way I was going to make it home before dark (which is dangerous)
and it was free when I didn't have any money.
It was perfect.
I love the way God always provides!
