Return to Haiti – Part 3: Just Build the Road

Shoni Glasscock has been a close friend of mine since we originally embarked on our first mission trip to Haiti last summer. As bunkmates and morning devotional partners, we formed a bond that would not be broken and have continued growing in Christ together in ways I can hardly believe since that first trip. God used her to speak life and leadership into my life and I am changed for the better because of her presence. I asked her to write this section of our story and she so beautifully articulated what ended up being the theme of our week – Just Build the Road. This theme, spoken by the Holy Spirit to Grant Jones, another of our team members, will stick with us for a lifetime and be held as one of those moments in time that can only be explained by encountering the authentic, sweet, presence of God. Using an excerpt from Grant’s journal, please welcome Shoni to the blog today.   ~Angie


“Ladies and Gentleman, now that we have you onboard and seated we regret to inform you that we have been notified by the tower in Dallas that we will be in a ground stop upon arrival there so our takeoff time has been delayed by one hour…”

You have got to be kidding me.  That was the thought running through all twelve of our minds as we sat on the plane at the Fort Smith airport.  Quick calculations in our heads told us what we already knew in our hearts – an hour delay would mean that we would miss our connecting flight to Miami which meant there was no way we would make our flight the next morning to Haiti.  This was just the latest of what seemed to be a never-ending string of battles trying to keep us from reaching our final destination – a tiny village on the coast of Haiti where many of us had left a piece of our hearts just a year before.

Our hearts were ready, our minds focused. We’d built prayer teams, and support groups and bonds among ourselves. Yet while we didn’t speak it, there was something else building within us that we wouldn’t fully acknowledge until we finally made it to Haiti…

Fear and Doubt.

It had been 100 days since we had our hearts broken. 100 days since we sat in a room at the church and were told, “I’m sorry it’s just too dangerous for you to go right now.” Civil unrest in this country we loved had forced the cancellation of our mission just 2 days before we were to leave and there was no timetable for when or if we could return. 100 days of uncertainty and wondering if we’d ever get to go back and build upon those relationships we’d formed with families so near to us.  100 days that seemed like an eternity because we had already been preparing for this trip for 7 months.  Then word came that yes, FINALLY, we were cleared to go! Dates were set, a week in October where somehow it lined up that all but one of our original team was available to go.  Our spirit was renewed as we started to pack and plan. Then the attacks came.

For one of us it was a family health crisis, one the painful resurfacing of past mistakes.  One of us was dealing with a move, a new job and trying to find their way in the world, one of us wondered if we were even qualified or equipped to do God’s work.  Some of us were just wondering why – why am I going on this trip? Is it just an excuse to “go do something for God”? Among the questions asked of us were “why don’t you just send money?” and, “Are you actually making any difference?” Then on October 6th, another huge blow, as a 5.9 magnitude earthquake rocked Haiti just days before we were scheduled to leave.  We were left wondering yet again if we’d get to go, what we would be facing when we got there, and if this would change our mission. As we faced every one of these battles, many of us found ourselves asking if we should even be going.  Fear and doubt crept a little deeper into us, slowly and almost unnoticed, until we found ourselves sitting on that airport tarmac thinking, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

After what seemed like an excruciating amount of time on the runway, our captain announced that we would be departing Fort Smith. One ungraceful sprint through DFW and a very uncomfortable few hours of rest on the floor of Miami International and we suddenly found ourselves on a bus, departing Port au Prince airport headed for the Mission of Hope campus in Titanyen.  The excitement was palpable – we’d actually made it to Haiti! After our long bus ride, made longer by a roadblock, we arrived at the MOH campus sweaty, tired, hungry, and most of us wondering if the scheduled strategic village time was even going to happen. Once we were settled in and fed, it was decided that we would indeed head into Labodrie to begin our ministry.

We entered our village with excitement and anticipation. Those of us who had been here before eager to see the changes from last year, hoping to see familiar faces of families we loved. The new team members just ready for whatever God laid before them with open hearts. What we encountered was far more than any of us expected.


As we moved toward the back of the village where many new homes have been built over the last year, we encountered a group of Haitian villagers working with shovels and they asked if they could share their story with us.  It was explained that just that week, the road we were on had been expanded to allow for more homes to be built. While this was a blessing the road was just a simple dirt road so when it rained, it became muddy and impassible making it impossible for people to get to work, school, or to see doctors if needed.  They told us how as a village, they had pooled their resources and funds to purchase truckloads of rock mixed with more dirt to pour onto the road in an attempt to make it better. They asked us if we had any ideas on how to fix this problem.

The truth was we didn’t – not here in Haiti. In the US, the solution would have been simple. Have the road paved, add concrete, rent a road grater; the solutions and resources would have been endless. But here on this dirt road in an impoverished country the answer wasn’t that easy.  Yet standing there before this group of villagers, as the guys in our team picked up shovels to help ease the burden of the work, the purpose of our battles and the timing of our trip suddenly became clear.

Just Build the Road.

Just as almost none of our original plans to get to Haiti had been carried out as we had planned, our initial plans for the afternoon was diverted in an attempt to meet this village’s needs in a real way. We didn’t have the answers for them. We weren’t sure how to best help them. But we knew in that moment that we would do whatever we could to walk beside them in their struggle and help however we could.

How often do we, as Christians, feel that we are inadequate because we don’t have all the answers? So often we forget that the problems aren’t ours to solve and the battles aren’t ours to fight. We consistently look at the end product and think we’ll never be able to achieve that, realizing that we don’t in our own strength, have all the resources to get there. We do not know how to solve or heal the hurt within people, but we can place their interests above our own and we can know it’s not up to us to solve.  It is up to us to let God’s will and work within us. It is our job to give Him room. To pick up a shovel and help someone build a road. Whether that road is a physical road like the one we built that day in the village or a spiritual one to the Fathers heart.  Let God bear the fruit, let us pick up the shovels and find our contentment in all He has already done and promised to do and nothing less. The gospel is our Hope.

It’s not our job to bear the fruit.

Fight the battles. Build the road.

Let God carry people across it to schools, to churches, to conversations that may alter the course of their life and in some small way the course of eternity. Always remembering that our “not enough” in the hands of our God who is more than enough will achieve victory. You just have to be willing to pick up the shovel, and build a road.


Return to Haiti: Part 2 – the Reunion and the Road

Anticipation rises as we land in Haiti. We are arriving early so they have agreed to let our team go ahead and make an unscheduled visit to Laboderie that afternoon, the village we love so much. It takes all I have to contain my excitement. After 16 months, I would get to see Biance and her family again. Would she remember me? Would they recognize us?

We grabbed our luggage and scurried out of the crowded airport behind the man Mission of Hope sent to bring us back.

Mission of Hope was a machine. It were founded in 1998 by Brad and Vanessa Johnson who had a vision to meet the physical and spiritual needs of the Haitians. They had been doing this a long time and knew what needed to happen to whisk us quickly out of the Port Au Prince airport without incident. It’s different there.

As we loaded the old, worn down school bus with a cracked windshield, torn seats, and open windows, I smiled. I was back.

The rules of the road are suggestions only, if they exist at all, and a broken down vehicle blocked the road causing a traffic jam for about an hour while we sat still, waiting in a hot bus with no air flow. We were finally here though and nothing was going to dampen our spirits.

When we arrived at the Mission of Hope campus at Titanyen, we drove through the tall concrete walls with barbed wire at the top as they opened the gate for us. Security was tight and though it made you feel more comfortable, it also made you keenly aware of the need for such extensive measures. When we finally stopped near the top of a steep and long, bumpy road, we were met with friendly interns ready to show us where to put our things. This was a different campus than last year so a new experience for all of us. We were shown to a bunk room and chose our beds, made them, set our mosquito nets and fans, and settled in. We then made our way to lunch.

The anticipation rose higher.

The time was near. And I couldn’t wait.

We gathered to discuss our afternoon plan which consisted of visiting Laboderie for Strategic Village Time, which I will explain later because all the plans we made were halted as soon as we arrived in the village. We noticed a group of men gathered discussing something and we drew near to see what was going on. They shared with us that they were waiting for a big load of dirt and rock to spread out over their washed out road. This road was the only means of access to the back part of the village and every time it rained, it became impassible. They had pooled together their money to bring in the trucks of dirt and rock to try and at the very least, make the road more reliable.

The men in our group immediately agreed to help, and armed with only shovels as the truck came and dumped in one location, started spreading out the dirt and rock. It was hard work and the sun was bright as the afternoon wore on. The women played with the children nearby.

Except for Shoni and me. Nickson, our local Village Champion who works for MOH, offered to take us to see Biance and her family. We quickly agreed.

As we walked back to the front of the village where they lived, I felt it again. Anticipation.

Ahlmon, Biance’s grandfather, was outside when we arrived and started smiling and hugging us. As he called for Biance, I stood and waited. And just like that, our time of waiting was over. She ran to me and I scooped her up in my arms and held onto her while the tears ran down my cheek. I kissed her cheeks and told her how happy I was to see her as Nickson translated. She couldn’t stop smiling and didn’t leave my side the rest of the day. She remembered me. She loved me. I loved her. There was no language barrier that could keep either of us from knowing this deep in our heart.

I had made a little photo album of our pictures together from the summer before and I gave it to her. She loved it and showed everyone. It was such a sweet moment. Sweet reunion with my Haitian girl. This girl that won my heart and held onto it tightly for all those months. This girl that many say looks like me, aside from skin color.


Her dad Jimmy was there too and we had a great visit. He explained that Biance has been very sad about her Mom not being around – she died when Biance was young. I was so thankful to be able to bring some light and joy into this girls life.

Our day was beautiful, in so many ways. As we were reflecting on it a few nights later, Grant, one of our team members, shared his revelation of helping build a road that day. It quickly became the theme of our week. My next post will explain what God showed him and how it deeply affected all of us. It was truly powerful and something I will never forget.


Return to Haiti: Part 1

IMG_3020Obstacle after obstacle was encountered as our mission team prepared to go to Haiti this year. Originally planned for July, civil unrest caused us to postpone the trip. Personal spiritual battles were fought by most of the team members. Attacks were hurled at us from multiple sources in different ways. Though not always perfect, we fought back in the only way we knew how. On our knees.

Personally, one of my biggest internal and even spiritual battles in several years began 3 weeks before leaving. As Satan waged war against my mind and what God has done to transform my life throughout the last 6 years, for a moment, I began to doubt that I was capable of ever being all He has called me to be. I was tempted to believe the lies that I would always be the person I once was.

But God is so good – and He can use even these battles that seem to come at the most inconvenient times – to strengthen us for what is ahead. To work to solidify a resolve through which He can work, a story through which He can move, an outlook and passion for Him through which He can love others.

God can and will work all things, good or seemingly bad, for our good and His glory. We just have to allow Him.

As I prepared to leave and throughout the trip, words that didn’t need to settle in my mind about who I was threatened to take me down. But I continually took them back to God each and every time. And He reminded me again that I am a child of God, bought by His blood, and covered by His wings of protection. He reminded me to never let my actions and thoughts diminish what He did for me on the cross.

October 20-27, 2018 was our week this year to be in Haiti. It didn’t make sense why our trip was postponed but as we return to normalcy upon return, my mind swirls with how faithful God is to work His plan out in our lives and that His plan is always perfect. And I wonder – Why do we ever doubt?

I’m excited to share with you the story of our week. Last year, I was wrecked upon our return and struggled to say anything at all without crying. This year, I am still deeply moved but more emotionally stable. And I will do my best to share the highlights of our trip with you.

Just as I anticipated, another week in Haiti was good for my soul.



Short Term Missions – Long Term Changes

An old, worn down school bus with cracked seats and open windows awaits our team as we leave the dirty, crowded airport. We load the bus and secretly hope for the driver to start moving quickly so the airflow will cool us down. It is so hot. It’s our first day in Haiti and the views as we drive are eyeopening. Shacks, barely standing it seems, surround us as the homes of Haitians are laid bare for us to see without the privacy that we are so accustomed to in our own homes. Open spaces where we would see glass are the windows for air to move through. No air conditioning. No electricity. No running water. Just a barely surviving structure to find at least a bit of refuge from the elements.

This was just the beginning of the week that changed my life forever. Last summer, Lance and I joined a team from New Life Church Fort Smith and embarked on a journey far away from the comfort and familiarity of home.

That week, we met a family. Ahmond and Michelin were the grandparents and housed around 12 people in their small 3 room home. Biance, an 8 year old girl, latched onto me the 2nd day we were there and held onto me the rest of the week. The bond was strong and the goodbye heart wrenching when we told this family goodbye.

So much happened that I was going to write about, but it seemed I could never find the right words. I was broken, returning to the U.S. where we take running water, drinking water, and food for granted. I realized while in Haiti that the Christ followers had something we didn’t because of their strong need to completely rely on God for even the most basic necessities. It seemed that while we are blessed with these things and don’t even realize it, they were blessed with the true understanding of faith in its simplest form. I struggled, and still do, to find the words to describe all I saw and learned. 

This summer, 2018, I’m returning for another week with some of the same team and additional members. My amazing husband Lance has been called to serve in Peru this year so we will be separated physically for a time.

To say I’m excited is an understatement! I cannot wait to see Biance and her family again. I look forward to sharing Jesus with even more people and continuing to serve the village of Laboradie. A short term mission trip during the summer of 2017 caused long term changes in my heart and I’m expectantly waiting for God to move again in me through the trip this summer.

There are three ways you can help me:

  1. PRAY from now until we leave, that God prepares my heart, soul, and mind as well as the rest of our team.
  2. Commit to praying during certain times while I am there. Go to to sign up for a time. I will remind you of your selected time(s) prior to leaving.
  3. Help contribute financially. The total amount needed for my trip is $1,800. I’ve raised almost all of it! We would love for you to consider helping fund Lance’s trip. If you would like to contribute to, go to His cost is $2,700 and we are still needing to raise around $2,000.

Thanks friends! I will try to keep you updated from now through the trip. Lance and I love you dearly!


What Comes out of my Mouth


A good person produces good things from the treasury of a good heart, and an evil person produces evil things from the treasury of an evil heart. What you say flows from what is in your heart. Luke 6:45

The server didn’t deliver my food as I had ordered. I wasn’t too upset… I mean, he left the bacon on my salad! I love bacon! But I was trying to eat healthier that day. I chose not to say anything about it and go on. Surrounded by some of my favorite people, we were meeting to discuss ministry matter with two of our Pastors, and the ReEngage leadership team – a marriage ministry that my husband and I help lead.

When everyone had their food and after we had given thanks, one of our Pastors made a comment about how amazing the server was, that he had remembered everything we ordered without writing anything down. There were 10 of us so this was quite a feat! This next moment I keep replaying over and over in my mind, as I blurted out “He didn’t remember everything!” while oozing contempt if only for a second. My friend next to me kindly pointed out that he was right behind me, with the dressing I had asked him to bring.

Open mouth, insert foot.

I’m certain I turned all shades of red as I realized what happened and everyone at the table just sat there momentarily in silence, not knowing what to say or how to react. My stomach was sick and I was stunned at my outburst. I didn’t think about it before I spoke. I just spoke.

Management found out about it and came to apologize, offering desserts to our entire table. I politely declined and explained that I was not in the least bit upset. I’m not certain anyone believed me. In fact, I wasn’t certain what I felt at the time either. After our lunch meeting continued on, I struggled to focus. I genuinely felt bad for the server. I’ve been in those shoes and that job is NOT easy. So near the end of the meal, I excused myself from the table and talked with him, apologizing for what I said and explaining that I was not mad and he had, in fact, done a fantastic job serving us.

Fast forward 12 hours to smack dab in the middle of the night. I was awake after only getting 2 hours of restless, dream-ridden sleep. As I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, I start thinking about it again. I pray, asking God to show me why I was so critical. You see, God’s Word states that what you say flows from what is in your heart. I said a very critical, piercing statement about the inadequacy of our server. It may seem to many of you that it isn’t a big deal, but I’ve been generally working on finding out what’s in my heart and how that is a direct correlation to what comes out of my mouth.

I wrestled with it for a little while before finally crawling out of bed and heading to my chair – the chair where I spend time with God most mornings – the chair where I write and study writing – the chair where prayers have gone up for my family and many of you. As I sat and prayed, then listened, I felt God working on me and my critical spirit. Critical spirits come from being arrogant. If you feel you would do a better job, then you can easily become critical of others when things aren’t done as you think you would do them. So as God spoke to me about my root of criticism, I prayed. I prayed that He uproot it, that He remind me of the grace I need every day so that my first response anytime someone else messes up is also grace.

What comes out of my mouth is a direct reflection of what is in my heart. I don’t want to simply watch what I say, even though at times that is needed. I want the contents of my heart to be so pure, kind, humble – that the first words that come out of my mouth are filled with sweet goodness and grace.

What I’m learning is this: It is good to control my tongue, but what if my focus switched from trying NOT to say something to focusing on the cause of it so that the thought never crosses my mind? I think I’d rather spend the time necessary searching out the root of ugliness and allowing God to pull it up so I don’t have to continue trying to watch what I say.

Every time I say an unkind, inconsiderate comment that slips out, I’m going to seek God in understanding why I said it so I can allow Him to get rid of it. I may never be perfect but I can continue to keep going back to Him, seeking His guidance, and living within His grace.

If we can focus our attention on the root of the matter, rather than only controlling our tongue, we will make strides to not only keep from saying something ugly (that we actually want to say) to being a person above reproach, full of grace, authentically showing the love of Christ to others. Don’t you want that too?