So.. where do I even begin?
My experience in Haiti this past time was the same but different. I got to see some of my beautiful Haitian brother and sisters. but I also was able to make a few new friends as well. I brushed up on my creole, got attacked by misquitoes and a stomache virus, worshipped my Jesus in a way that I had never experienced before. It is a moment I will remember forever. My image of the church came to life.
I had to opportunity to work in Port-a-Prince for a couple of days. I met John and Beth Mchoul; they run an orphanage and a women's clinic there. They take in orphans, but there mission is to stop orphans altogether. Teach mothers how to feed, teach, and nurture thier children. Beth and John are two incredible people. Truely an inspiration to me.
I was in PAP 4 days before the Earthquake hit. 4 days. I couldn't even put in words how I felt when I found out what happened to the country that is so dear to my heart. Thankfully, everyone that I knew was okay and thier families were too. but this country had nothing before the earthquake.. and now it is below nothing. no home. no food. no water. no money. and for many no family.
It still doesn't seem real to me that this is happened. But I want to encourage you to "Pa Bliye Ayiti" or "Don't forget Haiti" Even though it isn't trendy anymore to support them and pray for them. Please continue. This country needs it. Depends on it. Help them. Souple.
There have only been two occasions that I can remember my heart actually being pain. One isn't relevant for this post, and the other is right now. My heart hurts right now. For Haiti. I am broken for this country that I have come to love so dearly. I want to be there. Helping. Loving. Serving. Sharing.
It is nights like tonight that I remember why I am here, and what I was made for.
Until a Revolution,