Provision

We got the call to drop everything and drive across Haiti to meet the guy who had our Bibles. We set out this morning, praying for safe travels and for the Lord to keep us out of harm's way. The storm clouds broke up, and we didn't even see a drop of rain on the windshield. Kari wanted to stop and eat half way across, so we took about half an hour to rest and grab some lunch.
Back on the road, a Haitian police truck whizzed by us going the opposite direction with officers in the back holding guns, ready to jump out. (Amazing what you get used to seeing in this country.) I thought it odd, because they were from a town about 20 miles away. They were obviously after someone, looking like they were on a SWAT raid.
Haiti's had problems with extortion blockades, where they can quickly setup a roadblock and either take all of your money or slash tires, take car keys, you name it. We wondered if that's where they were going.
Then we popped up over a hill and saw a large bus turned sideways in the road.

Cars began to slow down, and I'd already prepped the family for what that might look like if we ran upon it. Instead, we saw a Haitian police officer emerge from behind the bus, waiving the traffic.
We drove slow around the bus and when we came around the other side, there were 15 or so UN troops, AK-47's at the ready, prepared to keep the peace. It appeared we'd just missed the blockade, and the police and UN troops had been called in to break it up.
We gave God praise.
I told the kids and Kari, "I'll take God's provision any day of the week and twice on Sundays."
We got our Bibles, 16 cases, and headed for our village.
There was a good breeze and good music on the radio, and then we even listened to a sermon about how salvation is a free gift of divine mercy, totally devoid of human merit. My heart was ministered to.