We have been here for 4 days and what a humbling experience it has been. This is my first trip to Haiti as well as many with our group. We have had busy days but they are days that are full of joy, fun and LOVE. We met Jean and Fanfan, what incredible men. I hope someday they will come to America to meet the many people who know of them and pray for them. The light that shines from them is so bright. They truly are the face of Jesus.
On Saturday, we delivered water to Cite Soleil and Jeremy Wharf, some of the poorest of the poor. The children there were full of smiles to see us. I think of these children who have nothing, but yet still have a smile and the twinkle in their eye. It makes my heart sad to see the older the people become, their smile becomes less. I feel for these people but know that everyone has a purpose in life. Their purpose could be as simple as to break my heart. We will never know the specific mission we have to fulfill our life, so we must remember to be still and listen.
The children touched our hair, they were so curious. Freckles... they came to loud laughter when saying the word. They were so intrigued by Brett and Kristin being married, the children wanted the two to kiss....I do not know if they ever did, but oh they had fun. It was amazing to see how family oriented they are. What a joy it is to see this and to be close to the center of ones life again. It was sad to leave Cite Soleil as the people and children were so appreciative. Watching them run after the truck, oh how I wish I could have taken them home with me. Yet I wonder if their spirit would change, and I wouldn't want it to ever change. These people are selfless and so protective. We were walking to the ocean and I slipped and fell to one knee and all the children scrambled to help me up and wipe off my knees. They didn't want me to be hurt nor dirty. Yet they were dirty. What precious gems the Haitians are, I have learned so much from them, IN ONE DAY!



There is so much more to write about and I will post more again soon, but I cannot help but wonder about how I will be back home? I have fallen in love with Haiti. I cry thinking about having to go back to a place that I call home, that is driven by money and material things. I am guilty of this myself. We as Americans are so abundantly blessed with a job that pays more than $2 a day. My goodness, an hour for that fact, a home with a door, running water and toilet, a soft bed... not one that is made from concrete bricks with maybe a 1 inch piece of cushion on top. We have a washer and dryer that does everything for us. As one day we will all be stripped of our material things, I wonder where Americans and Haitians will be? Where will we be? I do believe that we have so much to learn from the Haitians! How kind, and family oriented they are, manners, appreciation for all and all things. It saddens me... the misconceptions that so many have of the people here. I pray that we all will be more aware and awakened to the needs of all people not only in your home town but around the world. Their faith is something that I have never witnessed before in my life. They have nothing yet they still have God and know that He has a plan for them to prosper, have hope and a future.

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