Songs in the Night

I have been through the valley of weeping,
the valley of sorrow and pain;
but the God of all comfort was with me,
at hand to uphold and sustain.

As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
our souls need both sorrow and joy;
so He places us oft in the furnace,
the dross from the gold to destroy.

So we’ll follow wherever He leadeth,
let the path be dreary or bright;
for we’ve proved that our God can give comfort,
our God can give songs in the night.

From Streams in the Desert


I’ve posted this before… it just fits so well.


How He Loves

Derek and Rachel led this song on Haiti weekend at church when I shared about my experience there. It just about knocked me over. I had heard it once before, but not like that.

Derek and Rachel led this song again this weekend. I stood in the crowd with tears streaming down my face- wishing I had a hanky and hoping no one would see me. I love the emotion in this song. I love the way the way the words are put together and how they make pictures in my mind… but mostly, really, this song speaks to my heart. It resonates.

Life is sloppy. It’s messy. I don’t understand it… and just when things seem really bad… just when you think your heart can’t break any more, when the breaks go out and the car won’t stop, when life spins out of control- that’s when God steps in. Like a hurricane. Like the ocean. Like Niagara Falls. And He meets you on a rock in Jenny Lake (pictured). He stops the car and sends help. He comes at just the right moment. And He does it because He loves me.

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath
The weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize how beautiful you are
And how great your afflictions for me

Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so

We are his portion
And he is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes
If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart burns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way
He loves us

Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so

John Mark McMillan


Haiti: Storm

As you may have seen in the news, a storm hit Port au Prince yesterday. ‘Our’ tent city has not been spared. JP HRO reported this morning that their base camp and hospital have been wiped out and they’ve moved hospital operations into the country club’s weight room. I also just found out that the church so many of us spent so much time in blew down. God only knows what happened to all the shanty tents so many of our friends live in.

Please, please keep praying for the Haitians. Pray for Marjolene, June and Jhonnyka. Pray for the Carmele’s and their young families. Pray for the children.

JP HRO (the organization that runs the tent city we worked in) is asking for donations to get things up and running again. I feel like this is the best way to help right now- they are a super effective, organized and efficient operation. They need to get their base camp running again so they can help the 55,000 people living there get shelter over their heads. Donate here.

Photo snached from JP HRO’s Facebook page

Half Dome by the Numbers

5116 Vertical Feet

18 Miles

16 Hours


10 Friends

4 Fluffernutters

3 Liters of Water

2 Aching legs

1 Englishman

& zero sleep

A group of us set out to conquer Half Dome by night. The goal was to make it to the top for sunrise over the valley. We didn’t make it quite to the top by dawn, but we were high enough to enjoy an epic view of the sun coming up and made the final climb in the warm morning light. It was beautiful!!

Onwards and upwards!!

Haiti: Nearing the Finish Line

God is there to meet you in the center of each trial. And He will whisper to you His secrets, which will bring you out with a radiant face and such an invincible faith that all the demons of hell would never be able to shake it.
Streams in the Desert, July 12

Blistered, tear stained, and sweaty I feel like a runner nearing the finish line. I can see the end and I can imagine the refreshing shower and good nights rest waiting for me.

In the mean time I am limping to the end. I was told to take it slow this week. Spend time in the Psalms, do some reflecting on the trip. Of course, I had no intention of doing that. I am personally discipleing two women that I have fallen absolutely in love with. Their tents are hot and stuffy, but I don’t care. I’ll sit in them as long as I have to if it means spending time in the word and encouraging them.

Apparently God, and my body, had other plans. I woke up on Tuesday feeling crummy but wanted to spend every possible minute in the camp before I leave. Matt , Wes and I went up to Marjolene’s tent to work on the New Believer’s class with her and hang out. We didn’t intend to stay long since I wasn’t feeling well, but as it always it in her tent- we stayed much longer than intended.

When we got back to the church tent I was really getting sick and then realized I wasn’t sweating at all. I was burning up. Matt and Vanessa basically forced me to go up to the camp hospital. I hate going up there and using the resources that are there for the Haitians, but that’s the only option for any kind of medical treatment around here.

I did in fact have a fever and a “nasty viral infection” in my respiratory system. I stayed home from the camp yesterday and my fever broke sometime in the afternoon. Who knew I’d ever be thankful to be sweaty!?

I’ve prayed and prayed that I’d be well enough to go to camp today- but I’m not. My infection seems only to be getting worse.

God knows what He is doing. Maybe this is His way of making the goodbye’s easier. Of making me take time to rest and reflect on the past two months and the relationships I have made.

Healthy or sick, tomorrow is going to be a hard day.

Haiti: Please Pray for Jhonnyka

Jhonnyka contracted Malaria as a small child and it is flaring up this week. She is very sick- it’s just awful. We’ve been praying for her and making sure she gets water, and her aunties are taking good care of her… but can you even begin to imaging having a fever and living in a tent?! It’s not ok. Please pray for a speedy recovery for our girl!

Thanks, prayer team.