Best. Day. Ever.

There are so many days I feel like I have the best job ever, and this Saturday ranks most definitely as one of those days. A group of our young men (Wish I could say boys, but they're too manly for that anymore.) are in a Christian rap group. If you follow my blogs, you'll have heard of them before. They call themselves Young Hope.

We brought them to Kenol's old church in Port au Prince to take part in a rap concert. I figured they would be one of the first groups to play as they are just starting out, but group after group was called up and more and more people were showing up. I kept getting more and more nervous. Kenol was called up to share a short message, they collected offering and yet another group was called up. I started really freaking out now because the group was really REALLY good. I didn't want our boys to have to go up there after them...but of course, as soon as they were finished Young Hope was called up to take the stage. My heart was pounding, I was SO nervous for them. Elisson grabbed the mike and introduced themselves, the music started and I sat speechless as I watched these guys, come to life on that stage. It was shocking! They were so good, and the crowd LOVED them! They were screaming, taking their pictures and making videos of them on their phones.

The thing I took away from that night is this; God put together something amazing when he chose each of our kids, the gifts He has given them blow me away everyday. The more we can discover their gifts, and refine them the greater the impact they will have on the kingdom. These guys are rapping about the Lord! What are the chances that out 15 male teens 5 would have this gift mix? It's only God. It stirs something up in me, we need to tap into all the children's gifts, there must be so many more we don't know about yet. God has put them in our care for a purpose, and given them the gifts they need to accomplish something great. It's our responsibility to encourage them,and walk along side them as they uncover their giftings.

Peace, love and Young Hope,

Rachel

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