I knew I was going to the village of Cerrros de Mogollon Thursday night. 

I knew I had to drive my moto so I would get home before dark. 

I knew we were going to have a house church meeting. 

I knew there would be worship and preaching.

I didn't know how. 

I knew an older lady when we got there. 

I knew the girls who came with Pastors Rigo and Manuel.

I knew others the Pastors introduced me to.

I didn't know we would all meet two Haitian men. 

I didn't know Rigo had brought a Bible in Creole for them.

I didn't know they would read it right away. 

I didn't know they would ask to pay for it.

I knew it was a gift.

I didn't know they lived so close with about 12 other Haitians in a one-room house.

I didn't know many were Christians. 

I didn't know Creole. 

I knew God was there.

I didn't know one of the men would immediately begin reading the Bible aloud.

I didn't know he thought he couldn't come to the church service because he didn't have shoes.

I didn't know Manuel would offer his.

I knew he meant it. 

I didn't know the Pastors would lead almost the whole group over to our church service.

I didn't know they would meet a natural leader among them. 

I didn't know they would immediately pour into his life using Scripture. 

I knew I was impressed by them.

I didn't know the Pastors would ask this man to pray in Creole.

I didn't know he would accept. 

I didn't know they would then ask him to sing a worship song in Creole.

I knew then that I've never heard anything so beautiful or have felt the presence of God so sweet.

I didn't know I would then be asked to preach.

I didn't know that I read Hebrews 2:8-11 when I wanted to read Hebrews 2:12 to the end.

I didn't know what I was saying. 

I knew God and everyone else did. 

I didn't know I would then get on my moto and quickly lose control. 

I didn't know there would be blood this time. 

I didn't know Manuel would be there so quick and say, "Ay, my hija." , Aww, my daughter!

I knew comfort in that moment.

I didn't know the Pastors would leave me to return the girls to their village.

I didn't know anyone in Cerros that well.

I didn't know the language that was being spoken all around me by the Haitians who cared for me.

I knew Peace that passes understanding. 

I didn't know the whole village would show up with paper and water for my wounds.

I didn't know people cared that much.

I didn't know Miguel would pick me up and take me home to his wife who is a nurse.

I didn't know that would be the last ride on my moto.

I knew it had to be. 

I know God is moving in the hearts of the Haitians in Cerros de Mogollon. 

I know prayers are being answered. 

I know I was protected from further injury that night.

I don't know what adventures will be next! 

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