A Story of Provision

Some of you know about this one because you played an active role, but I wanted to give God some glory for a very specific thing He did last week.

Last Thursday we only went as far as Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic. Since we had a six-hour bus ride into Haiti, we spent the night at a hotel and left at 4 a.m. on Friday. I had envisioned a much worse ride than what actually came to pick us up. There was plenty of room for our luggage in the back of the bus and Kim and I were the only ones who even had to share a seat. It was air-conditioned and the roads through the Dominican were fairly smooth. We had an awesome driver named Frank and we were just glad to be on our way.

We made a couple of pit stops along the way to use the restroom and purchase water (which is another story in itself for another day.) But we finally made it to the border somewhere around 10:00. That is when things really got interesting.

Clearly there was a massive traffic jam. It looked something like this.

We were basically at a complete impasse. There were vehicles completely covering the road going towards Haiti, and there were vehicles in the same lanes facing our direction. No one was getting anywhere.

Our driver, Frank, got out and was talking to some of the heavily-armed police. When he came back he said, "We're not going anywhere today." He began to move us over into a big lot. And we began to pray. I texted Jeff and a few good friends and asked them to pray and spread the word. I believe that your prayers were heard.

After about 15 minutes or so, we started trickling out of the bus to look around. It truly appeared that we had a long time to wait. We hung around observing the chaos for probably another good 30 minutes, when suddenly we heard Kim yelling at us to get back to the bus. Frank was ready to go.

Wild with curiosity, we ran back to the bus and climbed aboard. Frank started driving towards the traffic where we were met with a couple of armed guards who began escorting us through the madness. Vehicles had been pulled over in lines to both sides of the road so that a path could get through. Here we are watching one of the last trucks come through the middle to clear the path.

After that truck went, we peered around and saw our dry ground through the Red Sea. It was nothing short of spectacular. We were laughing and clapping and praising God for what He had so obviously done. I mean, it was truly ridiculous. There was no reason for us to be getting that escort through other than the hand of God at work. I can't express enough how your prayers truly made a difference for us that day and how astounded I was to watch God show Himself so vividly right before my eyes. I shouldn't have been astounded. I've seen Him do it before.

Maybe it was because he knew this was waiting for us as we drove into the compound.

This is Kim paying and thanking Frank, our own personal Moses.

I pray that God parts some water for each of you today and you see that even the most ordinary day can be transformed into something miraculous with a little faith and a great big God. :)