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Faith Walk

Faith Walk

This morning I woke up from a bad night of druggy sleepiness and a heart grieving my Andy. It was early morning and I was just in time for my first sunrise. I finally saw the sunrise over the ocean!

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I splurged and made scrambled eggs with tortilla shell for a wrapper. I flipped open my bible and followed a few verses around that talked about bringing the good news to others and coming down from the mountain with beautiful feet to share God with others. Eventually it led me to the book of Nahum, which I never knew existed. So I figured why not read it, it was a short chapter so pretty easy. It turns out it is a story about a little prophet named Nahum who went to Ninevah. Hmmm Ninevah? Ok that is a theme I keep hearing lately with Jonah and how he didn’t listen to God and ended up in a fish. For example, I was having the feeling of me not listening entirely to what God was saying and feared I would end up in a fish myself. I asked God this morning to let me in on the secret a bit more on if I am to leave my job and if so maybe a date would be nice. Instead he talks to me about mountains and pretty feet and then Nahum. Ok, well Nahum did what he was told to do and wrote about the destruction of Ninevah. I don’t know what happened to Nahum but he did do what he was told to do and didn’t end up in a fish like Jonah.

We will leave the story there for now… and get to my morning activities.

I volunteer on Thursdays at the Catholic church since my other place doesn’t serve breakfast on Thursdays. On the way over I asked God to please let me get a hold one particular girl’s mother and also help me with my Jeep.

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So this morning I got the courage up to talk to a man that has been trying to get my attention. Previously he said he knew a mechanic and that he also wanted to show me more of the ‘real’ islanders. I was dragging my feet on that since I was scared and worried about going out of my comfort zone. This morning though since one of the versus I read said, “Don’t be afraid”, I tapped him on the shoulder and asked about the mechanic. So after breakfast I walked with him to my Jeep and we drove off to the mechanic on some side street in a ‘shady’ side of town…and it was across from his house with his four dogs.

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Now this is where the day goes to two words, ‘Holy S**t’. Seriously those are the only words I can use to express how unpredictable and unplanned the day unfolded before my eyes because I said, “Alright God, lead me”. God really does plan out his plan in the details. I can’t even begin to put in words how everything is making more sense to me now. But I have photos of some of it:)

Now yesterday I was really angry at my Jeep and not having Andy around anymore to play cars with. I told this to Rodney the mechanic and we had a great conversation. Just imagine standing in the hot sun in a little street by a garage and he is telling me about how I can’t let my grief control me and that if I do it will destroy me. He found it cool when I said I played on cars and enjoyed it, not many females work on cars on the island I guess. So this might be a door that just opened to still work on cars and make an island friend. He offered to teach me to work on cars again. God is soooo crazy!

So I might just have a mechanic now:)

Moving on…I then went downtown with a friend and he took me to the projects (low income housing). The goal here was to let others know that they shouldn’t mess with the White Girl because I know the ‘Major’ (that was my friend’s street name). So I don’t know all the history behind this but I do know that you don’t mess with the Major. Anyways, he introduced me to this wonderful old lady that sells these ice pop drinks for .25. She had the cutest dog! I also got to use her bathroom. So not only did i get a safe introduction to the projects but I also got an amazing cold drink for free. She didn’t charge me since I am a new customer. I could go on and on how this new connection will benefit my time here but you’ll have to keep reading my journey to see how that unfolds. I just know that now, some of them know who I am, and WHO I know, that way when I work with the kids there that might just work into God’s plan (yea God knew that was coming).

To finish off the story he then takes me for ‘lunch’. Little do I know its at this other soup kitchen the locals go to for lunch time. The food was ok, not anything to write about. The people that visit this establishment are, well, interesting because some of them are the same ones that go to the Lighthouse but HOLY COW are they different. I am sooo glad I had a body guard with me. Imagine reality tv shows where everyone is screaming and cussing at eachother for no reason. Well that was my lunch environment. God wanted me to be out of my comfort zone and so he definitely succeeded! However, after you get used to the strange behavior of the slightly intoxicated and drugged up guys it wasn’t that bad. They are actually pretty nice guys and have some core values. RESPECT is huge in this group. If you don’t have respect than you are considered dirt. There is a high respect for treating a white girl there too.. first of all you don’t touch the white girl! That’s forbidden fruit! I guess I am known as the ‘New Whitey’…so that’s an interesting fact I learned after eating lunch and then ‘liming’ on the street corner. ‘Liming’ i slang for hanging out and doing nothing.

If you decide to follow God and he has a plan for you…and this plan is something that will open your eyes and heart to people you never ever ever imagined to be in contact with…then by the end of your day you will be exhausted. Between the heat, adrenaline, and fear my body is wasted. I know that God wants me to see every aspect of this island and when I agreed to coming here I never imagined what that might mean. I am sitting in my little apartment by the ocean and feeling very safe and secure but I can’t help but feel a heartache for the people I saw today, broken and real people that are sharing the same island with me. The ‘down islanders’ like the mechanic Rondey are amazing people…yea I just met him but what a great spirit he has and what a contrast between him and street guys that are strung out on crack and filled with such pain.

I can’t promise my blog posts will be all happy times by being on an island.. I can promise they will be honest and I hope as the days go by start to unravel with God’s plan.

I forgot one thing! I found that special girls’ mother!!!!! She was at the bar/restaurant working and a friend translated for me how I loved her daughter and wanted to help. She was shocked that a white girl would come all the way down looking for her daughter, I guess that’s not normal for people to CARE. She has my phone number and here’s hoping she calls me.

I also learned the fist slam handshake..you bump knuckles and then hit your chest. Yea, this will be an interesting ride!

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5 Comments so far

Penny LanePosted on  10:37 am - Jun 7, 2014

So happy I found your blog! Usually avoid blogs that mention God stuff but your adventures and photos are fantastic. I was already touched by your grief – so raw and honest, I wanted to follow your story, and I’m looking forward to your stories! – I’ll just skim the bible bits! 😀 you’re an amazing woman, very strong. I admire you

    SarahAndyJourneyPosted on  1:02 pm - Jun 7, 2014

    Thanks. I so get the avoiding God bits part. Last 13 years I was skimming past God for all my pain and was surviving fine. I never want my blog to get all religiousy. Pain sucks. And cancer sucks!! I’ll check your blog out if u have one.

exiledtykePosted on  1:32 am - Jun 9, 2014

I don’t really think it matters who our what you believe in so long as it works for you and doesn’t harm others. The important thing is really that you have a purpose again. I know from personal experience how important that is in getting back to a good perspective on life instead of grieving all the time.

GregPosted on  2:52 pm - Jun 9, 2014

Sara, it was so great to run in to you on the flight yesterday. As I said, we think of you and Andrew often at K. I wish you all the best in your journey.

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