Let they who have watered…
My sister Maki, texted me at 1:30am yesterday morning. I awoke to the news that my aunty Pa’e had gone home to be with the Lord. A woman who I have known all my life. She has seen me grow in my own walk. Prayed over me, with me and ministered to my heart. I cried and then prayed for my uncle, her love. Her kids and her family. My heros of faith are leaving this earth to be with the Lord. A bitter sweet taste. A string of hope held in the darkness of our mourning. It has been a beautiful circle to watch the ones I’ve known my whole life live and tell their hard stories, wrestled with God, preach the gospel, love God’s people and let it be known Jesus is the way. I am a product of those kind of people. How beautiful are the feet of they that carry the gospel. It has not ended with them. We get to pick up the mantle and tell of the same goodness that Jesus is still doing. I will miss her 5am text messages of encouragement. She didn’t miss a beat. I will miss her laugh. How her voice can fill a room. When she yell my name, Leigalo! Do you have a atta, atta?! (attitude) She was a great woman, wife, mother, aunty, friend, daughter, sister, and woman of God. I know heaven is sweet and wondering who is that lady laughing with Jesus!! I shall see you again my aunty. Until then—
Malolo i le filemu. Manuia lau malaga. Oute alofa ia te oe.
Let they who have watered, be watered.
To my uncle Fao, Maki & So— I love you all, always.
Faith is no easy task,
It is no wonder the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few
You won’t last long if you're trying to get a title just to stand behind the pew
this takes the persistence of kneeling at 6 am
Where the Son meets your flesh and breaks you into bones,
that come alive in order for you to work the crop
So I ask my aunty Pa’e: how does the Son feel on your face in the morning?
How long did it take for you to let go of your own will?
What are the things you had to burn in order to get here?
My uncle Fao says baby because we’ve been here before,
tried to run out the back door with God’s gift
Sift out His presence
Walk this earth without His hand
But His hand won’t let us go
What is math?
What is logic?
There is only God?
And we think we can outrun Him
but we ran right into Him
And aint He good like that
let the prophetic come home
let em share in His goodness
Give em its flowers
let em eat and be merry
My aunty smiles looks at my momma
And says Mili, but I ani’t worthy
My momma says, you’re right were not, but He is righteous for the both us
This road is high,
it’s heavy
it takes conviction,
it takes obedience,
and forgiveness,
When I look at both of you I say ain’t God good
that the Potter's hand doesnt mind getting dirty
doesn't mind removing the old,
let us not fear the deep,
it is there that He speaks
Selah, selah, selah,
God, you get the glory for our life, let it be known we are Yours
these are your servants
imperfect, but ready
unsure sometimes but faithful
they’ve kept it real
Real G’d up from the feet up
they showed up
they are apart of my village
If there is anything that I know about my people it is that we know how to serve.
How to make a meal out of rejection
How to give
How to love
O le ala i le pule o le tautua
“The road to leadership is through service”
So then,
let they who have watered, be watered.
I am writing you love letters from Hilo.
I pray you read this with hope and love. With joy and expectation— knowing Jesus loves you but more importantly He needs you to grow up— in your word reading, praying, believing, hoping, looking for His return.
All my love,
G.
