Si tuvieras fe...

I never cease to amuse myself.

Sunday and Monday night I slept in the tent I bought for Haiti. I wanted the tent to feel like home. I intended to sleep in it Tuesday night, but some rain got in and I did not want to get my sleeping bag wet. Wednesday was set to be my last night, since I wanted to start packing today.

I've really enjoyed sleeping in my tent. Listening to the bullfrogs and the river is a peaceful, soothing experience. Last night, I didn't even make it inside my tent until after midnight. Within half an hour, I could hear something outside the tent. I turned on my flashlight but could not see anything. Keep in mind, I kept my glasses inside the house so I would not roll over them. Of course I couldn't see anything! I was in the back left corner with my head facing the wall of the tent.

I heard something sniffing the tent on the other side of my head!!!

My heart started racing, and my limbs must have been shaking.

Keep in mind, my dad had asked me what I would do if I heard something outside. Oh, I'll make noise, I said. No problem. Last night I dared not make as sound. Wide awake, I continued to listen. Yes, I could definitely hear something outside.

I turned on my cell phone, which had a low battery, and called the house. Yes, I wanted my dad to come outside with a shotgun to ensure I could safely run into the house, tail between my legs. Yes, I'm that pathetic. I can hear the phone ringing inside the house. My call is lost. I try again, and again, and again. Call failed. It became clear that my parents were not going to check on me.

I lay there wondering what to do. Truly pondering what to do. Then I hear myself say, "Jesus!" The reason I went to bed so late was because I was writing about how God would be my rock in Haiti. He's my rock ALL the time! Honestly, what took me so long to figure it out?

So, I began to sing my favorite hymn from church. I sang it over and over again until I fell asleep. I slept peacefully the entire night. I woke up laughing at my foolishness. I praise God for a good laugh and a reminder that He is my rock, always!

I think it was a fox. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if it were a chipmunk. :)

When Cathie asked me to share a tent, I knew it was a good idea, because I know how much of a chicken I am. This is a perfect example.

It's a fast-paced, uplifting song. I sing it whenever I am scared, usually when I'm walking from my cottage to my car in the alley for an early morning jog with Kristen.

Here are the lyrics to the song I sang (Forgive me for not knowing to whom to give credit.):

Si tuvieras fe como grano de mostaza
eso lo dice el Señor.

Si tuvieras fe como granode mostaza
eso lo dice el Señor.

Tu le dirías a la montaña, muévate, muévate

Tu le dirías a la montaña, muévate, muévate

y la montaña se moverá, se moverá, se moverá.

!Gracious a Dios!