As I type the sounds of creole are lingering in the background. I have made it to Haiti. The sights and sounds are as I had envisoined and yet affected me in a way that I did not expect. I have officially been in Haiti for less than 24 hours but I know that this place will leave a lasting impression upon all my days.
At the present moment we are at the Rescue Center. The work done here is truly amazing. I have been moved to tears many more times than can be counted. The children have grabbed onto our hearts as well as our hands. I have colored with, sang songs with, rocked to sleep, and held so many tender souls. I have seen what I’ve seen and I can’t forget it. It is true.
On our journey to the Rescue Center we crossed the paths of so much life. The rivers were full of people washing clothes, bathing, and socializing. I could not bring myself to lift the camera and shoot. I sat still and savored each sight. The countryside is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL. The mountains are nothing short of breathtaking. My current memory verse is so fitting for these days. Psalm 121:1-2 I raise my eyes toward the mountains where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD the maker of Heaven and Earth. I have said those words over and over today all the while gazing at the gorgoues mountain range. God is just better than He has to be. Yes He is.
This post may be full of spelling issues and rambling. I just wanted to write and share the very real fact that my heart is melting. And it is not because of the heat.
Melt on.
