The Party

Yesterday was a missionary's Birthday.  We had her party at my house.  There was another  family here who had 4 children.  We were laughing and talking, you know being kids.  I really got close with a girl named Sara, Oberline got close with another girl named Hannah, and Logan got close with a little little girl named Rebecka. The 1 boy that was about 7 sat out with the grownups talking.   I would like to play with them once every 10 days.  It is not often that we get to play with other english speaking kids.  I think our family is going to be Good friends with the Easley's.  We ate cake, brownies, chips, and drank juice, and some other things.  At the end of the party the kids started a wild balloon  fight.  The little 7 year old boy was so funny, because he hit Hannah and his balloon slowly deflated in front of him.  It was quite a funny sight to see.

     I thank God that we got to meet the Easley's on Debbie's Birthday.

See ya'll!

     Early in the morning our 3 visitors Nic,Todd, and Justin left to go back to their families.  I had the most splendid time with them.  I feel like it has been a month since I have seen them.  Last night I told them all, "When I go back to America I am going to visit all of your houses....so I can see your WHOLE family."
     When my family was having our morning devotions (without Nic, Justin or Todd) we got a call from the driver that our visitors arrived safely in Port.  I wanted to say YES but also wanted to say HHH (sigh).... I miss them too much already.
But I am looking forward to seeing more visitors coming soon!  I hear my grandma and my papa just got their passports!  WooHoo!
 
      I thank God for letting Nic, Todd, and Justin come to Haiti.

Riding into the River

Yesterday, I rode misty to a river.  Of course, I cant steer her by myself, so my dad led her to the river I should say.  I have started a little daily thing to do, everyday my dad takes me to the river on Misty.

The last 2 times I went to the river, I asked if we could cross the 12 to 13 feet wide river.  Anyhow, we didn't cross.  Then, yesterday we crossed the river!  On the other side of the river, there was grass about a half a foot tall all around.  In Haiti that is really amazing because the grass is usually all the way down to the brim.  Then there was a field that was going to be plowed, but had no one there.  So we practiced riding there.  Oberline didn't want to do it so the rest of my family happily tried to ride.  My dad said when he got on " This horse is like sitting on a 2x4 the wrong way".  Somehow that is how I like Misty.  

    If any of you remember my blog "Little Filly" Logan named her Butterscotch.  Any ways I saw little Butterscotch but not very well through the trees.  

     After that we started heading back, I was actually riding misty in the little river.  My heart was pumping when we went in.  The funny part is when we were in the middle of that river Misty just happens to lay down.  Instantly I jumped off the horse in the water.  When everyone crossed the river we were all laughing.  There was 2 children swimming in a different part of the lake.  One of the children made a big jump in the river and spooked Misty.   So we stopped then started again.  I hopped back on her a little bit afterwards. 

 Yesterday I had a Exciting day.  I do Thank the Lord for My horse Misty. 

Run

Well, today we went to Cayes to buy food.  At first, we were heading down a main road by the market where we buy vegetables.  Every one was running away from the road, we all wondered why.  Just when my mom, Oberline, and I were going to get out my dad said "STOP".  Then we closed the car doors and realized why.  The police were breaking up a road block with this type of gas, that stung your eyes where you would be crying and your throat would hurt.   I felt terrible watching all those people running from a gas.  I felt like I was the one who was running.  My dad went backwards and parked so he could explain all this confusion.  So we headed back and stopped at the Unimarket (which is a super market) to buy our food.  We saw ladies with their baskets of food running by us.  I was thinking why would ANY police do that!  I think they should have done something else.  I also saw men on their moto's going back to fight.  What an interesting thing to happen in Cayes today.  Thank GOD for protecting us through that gassy time.

Normal or Unnormal?

I don't know if any of you have read my dad's blog yet, but I have definitely experienced God's grace.  I will never forget that.  But right now I have a little story to tell.  This morning Oberline comes in and says, "The sick chicken killed the baby chicken!"  I ran out to see if what I had heard is true.  As I  realized  the sad news was true it made me think of what we do.  All of the "normal" people pick on the unnormal people.  Then the picked on people start to turn bitter and make a whole lot of trouble.  Every chance that the now bitter person gets, they try to put people down as much as possible.  What are we going to do?  Make fun of others or love the sick and the unnormal?  Really the only reason  people are mean to others, is because others have hurt and done wrong to them.  BUT do NOT repay evil for evil, but evil for good.  That is my story to tell.

Sandy

   Friday I was cooking lunch for everyone, when my dad said we need a family decision.  I actually said "Oh, great".  He said that Shane has a goat that just got born and the mother died.  He wanted to know if we were willing to take the goat under our wings. Immediately I was jumping up and down saying "YES!".  I was in a haste the rest of the time eating, cooking, washing a tarp, getting in the car, everything!   Everyone was moving like they usually do while I kept on saying COME ON WE GOT TO GO!  The car ride felt like it was SO long to arrive at the ranch.  Once we did arrive I wanted Shane to take us to the goat quick as lighting.  I followed where he said to go and saw a lot of baby goats.  I told Logan "that is the one we are taking"  Logan said "how do you know".  All I could say is "I just know".  I was right too.  This little girl goat is so called Sandy, but I keep calling her Honey.  If anyone touches her she wags her tail and looks for milk.  This is the cutest baby goat I have every seen.

  You know sense Zoro died I promised Oreo another goat will come, and look it here.  

 Our little baby Sandy is walking now.  To Sandy:  Get strong little Sandy, and keep moving forward.

Chicks!

Just a couple days ago I over heard Logan saying " we got chicks!".  I ran out to the back and there they were!  I saw 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 baby chickens!    Thank Jesus for these little peepers.  I love the black ones that we have.  It is so cute because the mama chicken finds something to eat then the whole family of chicks take over.  We have waited over 23 days for these eggs to hatch and they finally did.  Thank Jesus for the new members in our little farm.