Haiti silently sang me to sleep last night. Without any words, I marveled at the way the moon shone bright enough to dull the stars and reveal the majestic serenity of the mountain silhouettes. Surrounded by these rolling hills, Haiti has much to protect and many secrets to hide. Pearly whites greet us every morning and push through the day; these kids are her treasures. Their smiles shine bright enough to reveal the Poverty has taken refuge here. Making His home amongst the tenets that litter the land, He has shown no mercy, but Haiti has raised a resilient people. The likes of Richardson and John assure that Hope still lingers and God still exists.
Yesterday was great. We awoke early to get ready for church. We didn't spend much time with the kids. We sang before our meal as usual, ate and headed out. I got a chance to know Shad a little more on the ride which was cool. We got a flat tire, but was fixed quickly. We made it to church where there were familiar smiles, those of disciples. As arms wrapped around me, I felt home, like I belong, like it will be in heaven I'm sure. We sang songs in Kreyol and Sergine translated the message. And was a considerably good skit. After, we took a tour of Port-au-Prince, which was actually sad and horrid enough to make me nervous and ask God some questions. What have these people done the God would curse such a nation? I don't know, but God is sovereign. I'm not trying to question the potter. We ate at La Epidor, a fancy, air conditioned American type joint. We went to the museum, went back to the orphanage, played with the kids, and then shower and dinner. Electricity went out I guess so the fan was not working and I hardly slept in sweat last night.