He spent another night in our clinic. During that night we had dreams. Disturbing dreams. A sense of restlessness was in the air. Whitney and I went down and spent about an hour trying to make Alexis comfortable, during the tiny hours of the morning. We tried to find something that would let him and all the others in the hospital get some sleep. We gave him a shot.
But there was no peace for Alexis. He didn't want to make that decision for God, it seemed. Nobody else could choose for him. And there was nothing else that our small hospital could do for his body. His family wouldn't agree to sending him out to a bigger hospital. Our only option was to take him home and hope that his family would change their minds. We prayerfully drove him home, and laid our hands on him for one final prayer before we walked out.
So we reallt don't know if Alexis made that decision for God or not. We were sobered by the fact that serving Satan is a disappointing journey. Was his body so weakened by the demons, that his chances of choice were over?
We thank God for His protection over us during this time, and also for sending wonderful men of God, like Fre Nores, Fre Dolph, and Fre Direk, our "Haitian fathers" to shepherd us through every step of the medical decisions and pain of Alexis' passing.
We find hope again in the fact that "Greater is He that is in you, than He that is in the world!"
-Mis Woda for the team