Yep, that’s right.  After marinating the chicken Haitian style,  a few lemon seeds crept into my chicken soup and flat out ruined it.  I was pretty proud of my soup,  (the first one I’ve ever made), until I took one bite that tasted like.. well, I can’t even say.  And then one after another, everyone else did too (Zack was spared with his veggie version!).  And finally Jeremy cracked it, pulling a chewed up seed out of his mouth.  As we say in Haiti, it tasted RAWFUL.  One thing is for sure, though, there’s nothing  citrusy about a cooked lemon seed.  Sorry Jay and Jeremy! 

Needless to say, learning to cook, in Haiti, makes for an interesting combination.

So while I’m on the cooking topic, does anyone have any great, easy, and/or quick recipes?  If so, please post me one here!  I’d love it!  I can get just about any ingredients I need here, so don’t worry about that.  Meci devans (thanks in advance)!

Please pray for my body that is falling apart.  For a while now, I’ve had plantar faciitis, which makes me walk like a 92 year old woman most of the day, especially in the mornings.  It is very painful to walk if I’ve been on my feet a while.  Also, I have a giant spider bite on the back of my leg that looks like a rotting sore.  And it’s kind of throbbing right now.  I had a similar one of my foot a couple weeks ago, and now it’s healed.  So don’t worry- it’s not a deadly kind!

A couple days ago, I almost lost an arm.  You see, our oven is very Haitian in the sense that just  to turn it on, you need to take it apart (Most things in Haiti don’t work quite like their American counterparts).  So there I was, with my entire arm inside the oven, and my dear friend WooWoo (40ish year old woman) was holding down a button for me.  She didn’t really know how the oven worked, so she  then proceeded to turn it to 350.  And it’s a gas oven.  And my arm was still in there.  And flames enveloped my arm.  Thankfully, I have quick as lightening reflexes (thanks mom and dad!) and came out unburned.  Amazingly.

After it all went down, WooWoo was panicking b/c 1-she felt so bad that she almost burned me, and 2-she was terrified that I would tell people.  She was so scared what people would think of her... basically, that her reputation was in danger.  I assured her that no one would care, and people would think it’s funny, but she just couldn’t let it go.  And it made me think about how often I live like I’ve got to earn my own reputation too.  And how it’s just downright embarrassing and sometimes even crushing when I’ve done something  that could “ruin” (so I think) my reputation.  And so I have to constantly be reminded, as I was by this experience, that JESUS EARNED A PERFECT REPUTATION FOR ME.  That He lived a perfect life so that title could be slapped onto each of undeserved.  And completely Unmerited.  But that’s the beauty of it.  Because again and again it gives us an opportunity to run to Jesus, in thanks that we are not treated as we deserve.  I used to just believe that Jesus died for my sins.  But the “righteousness” part was kind of my job to figure out.  Now I’m seeing more and more that that’s the most ridiculous thing on the planet, b/c “those that focus on righteousness get neither righteousness nor Jesus.  People who focus on Jesus get both.” (Thanks daye!)  We can try all day to “get it together,” but it’s not until we get that we are ALREADY ACCEPTED that we can be freed to, well, be free!  And serve Jesus instead of focusing on our own reputations.