haitian rain

When I think about rain, I think about the smell. The smell brings me back to my childhood spring time, where we would play in the puddles and dance. Rain to me brings life to the world, a newness that only comes from the Father. But there are other views on rain, the begging of a storm, tears, the dreariness of life, it all is how your experiences have shaped you and how your psyche interprets them. But then there is the washing away and cleansing of the soul. This is the rain I am the fondest of. Yesterday that is the rain we had.

The reason that this is a day late is because yesterday was so emotionally and spiritually draining that there was no way to put into words what I and the team witnessed. The team, Erica, Sara, John and Kessy all went to Guerlin's orphanage with the intent of giving the kids some shoes and building some bunk beds. First of all the kids were not the same kids Erica and I have been with last week. These kids were loving and playful and so excited to see the team (all for the first time). We could not get over the difference. We got there and it was obvious that the shoes weren't going to fit the kids.  Pastor Ron saw in the field next to the orphanage some men working and felt that is where they should go. So some went out there, and men started coming from everywhere. They gave away all the shoes they brought for the day. Footwashing and spreading the gospel. It was such a beautiful site to watch. The other part of the team and I were with the kids. Hanging out playing and coloring, and others were beginning the work on the bunk beds. At 12 the kids have worship time which means they all go in the church room and sing, dance, and pray. It is a really precious part to watch. It went a little different than normal.

The kids sand and prayed and then they wanted to sing to us. So sweet! Then a few of the older ones grabbed Kessy and had messages they wanted to share. They mostly were of thankfulness to Jesus for Chadasha and for the team. It was just a blessing to hear the words. Guerlin then said a few words, and her husband. When he got up to talk he told the story of how Chadasha found the orphanage. The story of Jean Michele and how is life was so purposefully lived through his last breath. It brought tears to my eyes to hear this story I know so well from the "papi" of the young boy who saved the lives of so many kids. It was absolutely beautiful. Pastor Ron and Jack wanted to pray for the kids and the orphanage. They began (without this in mind in the beginning) by anointing the hands of Guerlin and her husband, and then prayed. They asked everyone to point there hands in their direction and pray. All in my head was that I hope they are touched by what happens today and know that it is all ultimately for the kids and all this fighting needs to cease.

Then Guerlin said the kids wanted to pray for us. And all the team gathered together and I watched as every kid surrounded the team (including Erica, Sara, Kessy, John and I) and lifted both arms in the direction or laid hand someone and shut their eyes so tight and prayed. All at once 50 Haitian orphans were praying over us. I lost it. I cried my eyes out. And as a lot of you know I don't ever cry. Even if I want to I can't. But at that moment I felt so unworthy to be prayed over by these kids, and that it was us who needed to pray for these kids. They have nothing and we have whatever we want, yet they know about their Father. I have no idea what they said, but I don't even care. It would probably make me cry even more if I did. I still get worked up thinking about it. I held the little boys hand that was next to me and just wept. After "Amen" they all came and hugged everyone of us. Which at that point I couldn't stop crying. These kids have blessed my heart so much. There is no way I can leave them in August.

We stood there, a few team members and the kids, and just took it in. Then I noticed Pastor Jack laying hand and praying over Kessy. I wept some more as I saw my friend being loudly prayed over. Then Guerlin began singing, and none of the kids were singing with her which was strange. Then she stopped started twitching, and yelling in an unknown language. At the same time the Spirit hit Jack and he began praying louder and in tongues over Kessy. Kessy fell to his knees and wept, Jack still praying. Guerlin then stopped, and walked around giving hugs saying "Thank you thank you".  We got the kids out of there, and Jack continued to pray over Kessy. Then he began to pray over the room. After it was all over with I composed myself and started thinking about what I had witnessed. I firmly believe that an evil spirit left Guerlin, at the same time the Lord entered that place and began speaking through Jack. I have never encountered speaking in tongues or evil spirits though I know they both exist. We all mentioned later that night that we felt extremely calm throughout the whole event. Which was solely the Lord, because when you sit back and think about the fact that an evil spirit left and that that same evil spirit had been around these beautiful children for a long time, it terrified us. As I walked out of the room, I cold barley walk. I was shaking so much, and felt such a heaviness come over my whole body. A heaviness for this country, for the children, for those children. I wanted to save the world, but I can't. Those kids have been through so much, Haiti has been through so much. I just want them to feel the joy and happiness that exists. The rest of the afternoon feels like a daze, a dream. It was hard to correctly function with so many things going through my mind. 

After supper I went straight to my room and began dealing with it. Journaling, praying, and thinking. I took a shower to shake everything off. Erica came and said the team invited us to their meeting. So Erica, Sara, John and I all attended the meeting with the team. We talked about what happened and then Pastor Ron wanted everyone to get in groups and grab a Haiti team member to pray for them. So three wonderful women grabbed me and we went to pray. They asked me about what happened and what I specifically need prayer for. We talked for a long time and then they prayed for me. And again the teams came, every word they uttered was words of encouragement and intentional prayer. I needed to hear every word of it. It was so beautiful because afterwards I felt light as air. Everything had been lifted from my body and purpose was placed there. There was purpose for me being there yesterday, for knowing these people, for being in Haiti. It is all part of the great vision God has over my life. I have never felt more close with the Lord than I did yesterday. Probably because His spirit was here. I have encountered the Lord in a way that can never be fully described or understood. But Lord is not something we can fully understand anyways. He wouldn't be God if we knew everything. I feel a somewhat different relationship now. A more intimate and raw relationship. He encompasses my being and everything I am.

After I left the room yesterday to go outside where the kids were, it began to rain. Just a little bit, but it was raining. It hasn't rained in weeks, and I was told this is supposed to be the rainy season. As the afternoon went on it began to pour. It rained off and on all afternoon, and thunderstormed all night. I have never seen a more beautiful storm than last night. The lightening went on forever and seemed to never stop. It was different colors, and happened every other second. All I could think about from the first raindrop I felt was the washing away of the past and the sin. Just like we are all washed new, that orphanage and relationship was washed new and cleansed in one powerful way. I do not know what the outcome of yesterday may mean in the long run for the orphanage, but I know that that place and those kids are blessed because the Holy Spirit was in that place yesterday. I saw Him, I felt Him, He was there. He then washed away the mess with His Holy rain and made life in that place. Life like no other can bring. I can rest well knowing that the hand of God is always on those children.

i am weak but HE is strong

This phrase as never hit me like it has the past couple days. But let's back track because I haven't updated in awhile. Saturday the team came in! Yay! Erica and I's first team! It is a group of 11 from Charlotte, NC. They are with Samaritan's Feet, which is an organization that gives out new pairs of tennis shoes! They do it through telling the gospel and it is beautiful to watch! When they got here we just kind of hung out with them, and chilled. Sunday morning we all got up and got ready for church. Church was beautiful as always. One of the biggest differences in Haitian and American Christianity is the term "lukewarm". Now I know in Revelations it talks about how we are not to be lukewarm because that is just as bad as not being at all. But I feel as if most American Christians are just that "lukewarm" they are comfortable in their place within the religion. Church has become more of a social gathering than a place of surrendered worship and teaching. But in Haiti it is only hot and cold. They don't really have a concept for what lukewarm Christianity is. And it is beautiful. To sit there in that service and see people worshiping with every ounce of their being makes my heart so happy! Then I remember that very few times do I see an entire service loving on God. I can't tell you how many times I have been asked by christian Haitians if I am saved, even knowing the group I am with. At church on Sunday the visitors had to stand up (not our teams though they have a special welcoming), and then are asked if they know Jesus!! That would never happen in America. We (including myself) are too worried about rejection and offending someone that we think of round about ways of asking the question. And yes it is a culture thing, but does it have to be? Seeing the way Haitians few Christianity is so refreshing and convicting at the same time. There are only on fire believers and non believers (mainly voodoo). They know what the Bible says, tell everyone, so they do. It is a great reminder of what the great commission says to do. "Go make disciples of all nations..."

After church we headed back to the house to change and then head out to lunch. Well on the ride back I started feelin funny. And the vehicles we use never make me sick, so I just thought it was the heat and moved on. Boy was I wrong. I managed to change and walk to the Guesthouse (which is where the teams stay when they come and we eat and meet and things), but was feeling pretty rough so told Sara I was going to lie down and get cooled off. So everyone leaves and I go to the house. I put both our fans on me, and tried to rest. Ha! I started getting the sweats and throwing up and the most intense pain I have ever felt! (Let me just remind everyone that I never get sick! Strep throat in the 1st grade was the last time) No one is home so I just have to deal with it, finally they get back and come check on me. Getting worse. They turn the AC on and move me right in front of it with both fans to see if I can get cooled off. Sara prayed a prayer of healing over me which was really a blessing. They tried to give me sprite but I eventually throw that up too. They leave again. I am literally yelling for God to make it stop. I am so weak from no food and water that I can barley make it two feet to the bathroom door to throw up. As I lie there in the most intense pain, almost yelling, I start thinking of this line, I am weak, but He is strong. Though I am at my weakest point, with nothing and no one else, He is still strong and the protector of my life. Satan is attacking and trying to distract me (and everyone else who was freaking out like me over what was happening), but the Lord is strong and wins over all things. And he wasn't going to win over me. I began to pray and next thing I know I am being woke up so they can check my temp. I had fallen asleep! Yay Jesus! I was able to rest out the rest of the bad part. When I woke up I wasn't able to move a lot, but at least I wasn't in extreme pain. 

This morning I woke up, and felt so much better! I was extremely weak, but after lots of water and a little food at a time I am about half way there. I still get sick feeling, and pretty weak, but I can do things. I was able to go with the team to an orphanage today. Our staff needed to have a meeting at Guerlin's so Erica and I went with the team to help out. It was at a place that I had never been before but it was a lot of fun! I was able to watch the team hand the shoes out, and do the foot washing! It was one of the coolest things I have seen! One of the team members brought nail polish and the girls went crazy! I thought that was such a great idea! So she had a little salon set up doing finger/toenails! They boys played basketball and talked with the men (they knew some English and one of the team member is Haitian and speaks creole!). They brought out jump ropes, colors, necklaces, and jacks! The older boys played basketball with the men until the guys couldn't breathe anymore! It was a joyful day! I could not do a whole lot, and had to stay seated and in the shade. But I made necklaces with the girls, and they fixed me hair. I managed to walk around and take some pictures until the sun got to me. The children spoke more English then we expected, and were very active in interacting with evryone. It was mainly older one, 12+, and a handful of elementary.

It was hard not being able to do much with the kids, but I knew if I over did it then I would miss out on some wonderful days in Haiti. I have never felt this weak for this long, and really known the sense of the word. Having to take things slow, and really pay attention to my body was new too. I was constantly thinking of this song. And how we are able to solely lean on Him because He is the ultimate of strength, and nothing that weakens us will ever wary His step. He has His arms out ready to catch us when we can't make the steps anymore.

overalls

Today I feel in love. I love all 17 of the wonderful children at the Childrem's Home and there are a few of them I really am praying they get adopted slash I really want them closer to me in the states because I love them so much. But today when we went to Guerlin's orphanage to bring some food and supplies this absolutely adorable 2 year old comes running to me and lifts his little arms up for me to pick him up and he stole me heart right then and there. He was wearing nothing but a small pair of overalls, no shoes, no shirt, and no diaper. He was smiling and giggling and talking. Just a fun laid back kid. Kind of chunky, but ever so cute. I cannot wait to spend more time with him. I wish smuggling children to the states wasn't such a harsh crime or I would take him home with me in a heartbeat! 

Over the last few days we have spent some time at both the Children's Home and at Guerlin's. They are two very different types of children at these places. It might be because of their past, their present conditions, or the nature at which they are loved, but to me they are just beautiful children. When you go to the Children's Home whether it is your first time or your one hundredth time those kids are standing at the door waiting for you to come in and they run to play and give you a hug. Their eyes are so full of joy and happiness. They play so great with each other and with whoever is there. They love to come sit with you while you hold a baby and give it sweet little kisses before they play. They all are such loving kids. I can see why almost half of them are in the process of adoption. They are so much fun!

Then there are the children at Guerlin's. Everytime we have come there they just sit and watch. Sometimes they are playing and most of them are just hanging out. They just kind of look at you and move on. The younger ones for the most part have eyes of being sad and innocently hurt. They don't quite understand what is going on and are being cared for and protected by the older ones. And when I say older ones I am not meaning teens (they come back this weekend) but middle school 10-12 year olds. When you see their faces you see wounded children with a story to tell. Almost a sense of maturity, but not the good kind you develop as an adult. The kind that only a child can have after a life of pain and agony. They don't want anything to do with us and keep their eyes on the younger ones as sometimes they venture off to see what we are like. Today as I just walked around and watched (because we got to spend more time their today than we have this week) my heart just broke as I looked into their little faces and saw what is probably only a tiny part of what they are feeling and have been through. 

I didn't understand how their could be such difference in these children's faces? Then it hit me. It is not what they have been through (well part of it) but what their future holds. At the children's home these kids have art supplies, and school books and see their friends being loved on and their director loving on them constantly. To them the future has great possibilities. But at Guerlin's, yes they have a huge house, but they have come from a tent orphanage in a tent city in one of the roughest towns in Haiti. They have seen the dark sides of this world and subconsciously just assume that that is where they will be one day.

But these children deserve better, they deserve to be kids. My prayer list for today is a short one: pray for the the orphans at these homes. Pray that the ones in the process of adopting will be finalized quickly so they can return home (it is an awful awful process to adopt from Haiti), pray for the children at the home that they retain their joy, pray for the orphans at Guerlin's that they might find that place that they finally know that they are in a better place, with consistent food, safety and love. Pray for them to be kids again. And finally pray that these orphans find a family, find a home that they can go to.  Because these kids deserve to be loved.

Haiti Mart

Today Erica and I were able to spend most of all day with the children at the children's home. They were SO excited to see us! They are absolutely the most precious kids. I have only been here four days and I already can tell how hard it is going to be to leave. We pretty much had full control of the day which was kind of fun. We got their during their normal "school" time so we decided to stick with the schedule. We went over the ABC's and they did wonderfully! We played a game with learning them, which was a little harder for the younger ones, because the letters weren't in order, but it went fine! Then we did numbers and colors. They do them in french first then in English. They are doing so well with both! These kids are going to have sountern accents after its all over. (5's and I's are hilarious from a Haitian child) After school time is play time. Erica's VBS kids made lots of Frisbees for the orphans so we brought some along and went outside to play with them. The kids went nuts. They didn't really know how to play with them, but they enjoyed themselves none the less. After lunch is normally nap time then art, but they kid of got rolled all into one. So we had crying babies and paint splatters all afternoon. Crazy, but I wouldn't change any of it. 

Funniest part of the day though was when one of the younger boys brought me big bubbles bottle to make bubbles. So we went out to the patio and I made bubbles. The kids when bananas! Surprisingly enough the babies more bananas then the kids. This one baby would yell so loud in an excited way to see the bubbles. He would laugh so hard when they came flying up in the air. I was laughing so hard it was hard to blow the bubbles. One baby was like a ninja and climbed on the chair to sit right in front to have a front row seat of all the fun. We did bubbles for ever. I never would have thought how long their attention span would be when doing bubbles! 

There are some parts to Haitian culture that we are getting used too. They see child raising very differently. For example their are 8 babies, and they just do their own thing. If someone starts crying then they just cry. So Erica and I are always picking up babies trying to make them feel better and the ladies their just look at us and laugh and motion that its ok to leave them. We can never do it. But we can only hold so many babies! All in all it was still wonderful to be there. When Sara came to get us, the kids just latched on telling us by. I had like 5 kids all gripping so tight. It was so sweet. Being there is going to be so much fun.

The rest of the day was spent going to stores to get supplies for Guerlin's orphanage (cups, plates etc). And yes you heard that right, stores. It is kind of like a Wal-Mart in Port-au-Prince, and kind of not really. If Save-A-Lot, Dollar General, and Wal-Mart all mixed together and shrunk that is what it would be. Everything is pretty normal except the food. A box of cereal was over $6 in American!!! Crazy! It was slightly amusing being there. We went to several, Bel Mart, Deli Mart, and Mason Handal. We were trying to get to Mega Mart (which Sara kept calling "Haiti Mart"), but never made it. I never really experienced culture shock as you read in one of my first blogs, but I think that was because America and Haiti have nothing in common. But being in those stores which were like distant cousins to American Markets was definitely different. But more so they made me laugh. I just got a kick out of walking around and seeing all the varieties of things there, American brands and not.

It was kind of like a reality check that this is a real place. Haiti sometimes seems like a dream, like a far away place that is not really real. But it is. It is a place full of poverty, strife, hunger, danger, beauty, and hope. I loved getting to ride around in PAP and see all the sights from before. It reminded me of why I wanted to come back in the first place.

From heartbreak to Haiti

Today has been a day full of every emotion possible. It has been sad, glorious, beautiful, spiritual, and meaningful. When all those hit you at once you know it is going to be an interesting day. I want to start off by explaining why this is such a mile marker of a day.

One year ago today my grandmother, Bettye Summers, passed away. That was probably one of the worst days/weeks I will ever go through. Gran was a great woman of God. As briefly mentioned in my other post she wanted nothing more than to be with her Lord. She lived everyday as if in waiting. She lived every moment of her life to please the Father, and she did that. There isn't a doubt in my mind that when they opened the pearly gates even Paul looked at her in awe. She loved to love. Anybody and everyone. She had the most joyous smile and laugh that would brighten a whole room. Everything was beautiful to her. She loved her precious Edd more than anything else. They were soul-mates and the most beautiful vision of love there was. She loved her grankids/great grankids. She talked about us with everyone as most grandmothers do. But her her heart for missions and the Lord is the reason why I am sitting here in Haiti this very minute. 

Gran was always on a missions trip, planning a trip, running a whole states missions, teaching missions, everything out of her mouth was missions. She loved the people of the world. TBC, SBC, WMU she was on them all. President, Executive member, boss lady, she was the one everyone turned too. She never pushed missions or church on any of us. It just came natural for me. It was a common heart string we had. Through her life and outspoken love of Christ I began to feel those heart strings pull from another source. The Lord was letting me know that this too was what He wanted for my life, whether in the same volume as hers it is too soon to tell.

I had trouble deciding whether to be at home or Haiti during this time. July 4th was their first anniversary apart, and today was the first anniversary of her joining of Christ. But the thought was only for a moment, because I knew that Gran would personally take the lightening strike from God to hit my tail end if I chose to be sad than to come do what my heart says. To her missions and evangelism was the thing to do. Not something you worked at. Which is where I hope one day I can say the same. So I came on to Haiti. Through all the trials and temptations I made it here with the perseverance that only comes from Christ. And today was even more an assurance that this was the right thing to do/

Today Erica and I went to the Children's Home (background on previous post). We were able to spend most of the day there. The kids just flocked to us. We were there to give the ladies a rest and help the director run his program to get an idea for what works for when we come up with our own program for Guerlin's orphanage. They are so beautiful. We didn't really know what to expect. I ended up at the table with the non babies as they were working on their workbooks. Next thing I know we are learning our ABC's in English and then they taught me in French (not creole because they are trying to be better at french). So much fun. We did them all kinds of ways. There was a definite language barrier and no translator, but with kids a lot of times there is really no barrier. They think you are funny, and use dramatics anyways. They would get so tickled when we would get to harder letters like J, G, H, W and they knew that I knew they knew it but got stuck.They would laugh and cover their faces until we said it together. Next thing I know they are fluent in English ABC's. They are so smart to know almost nothing. Their little brains want to soak up all it can. As I was sitting there helping them it hit me that this is what Gran did for so many years. She loved children in America and International. And on this day in her remembrance I was doing just that. Loving on and teaching children. It was so beautiful. It is hard to describe what kind of feeling that was.

I miss my grandmother so much, and would give anything in the world to have her here to see this. That is probably the hardest part about this trip, and about doing missions. She isn't here. To get her wisdom, here more stories, to share these experiences, none of that can happen now. It is tough. But I know that she is where she always wanted to be, and is dancing for her Jesus now. I like to think that she has met Jean Michele there. He is a 16 year old boy from Guerlin's orphanage that was flown to Knoxville for heart surgery and didn't make it trough the procedure. But through his life Chadasha was able to meet Guerlin and her and Sara made a bond that allowed us to come alongside her for the children. All 77 orphans. This is how God works. He makes things beautiful, even when it is hard to see.

*In Loving Memory of Gran*

February 5, 1934-July 6, 2010

Summer 2008-Right before I started college at UT

Bonswa!

Well we made it! After a cancelled flight and delayed departure we are finally here. I cannot believe it yet. It still feels like a dream, a very good dream! We made it into Port-au-Prince and hit the ground running. Though we both had been up for forever we went with Sara and Kinsly (one of the translators that works for Chadasha) and ran some errands. Kinsly has some mad skills. Not only was he driving a stick in Haitian traffic (which for those of you who don't know, Haiti has no traffic laws, yeah think about that), but with the power steering out!! Hilarious! Got back just in time for supper. And let me tell you, besides all the beautiful babies, Haitian food is on the top of the list of why I love Haiti! After finally getting a hold of my parents to tell them I made it (Verizon screwed up and now I can't use my phone), Erica showered and went to bed early. So glad to be here!

Today was kind of a chill day. Sara wanted us to be able to rest up well before we got going strong the rest of the summer. So we spend the morning getting settled in and waiting. We had to wait to get a vehicle to do some visiting. While we were hanging out I got to spend the morning with the most precious baby! I met her when I was here in March. Her name is Melissa and she is a little Haitian baby with down syndrome. She was so tiny when we were here last and now she is so much healthier and stronger! She has been staying with two of the translators while she is being adopted. She is so beautiful and the funniest baby. She will just make faces at you all day. My heart just melted when I got to have her. 

The afternoon consisted of the orphanage and the children's home. Erica and I got to play with the kids while Sara and Kessy (another translator) took care of some business. A little back ground on what these places are.

    *Children's Home: The Children's Home was founded and run by the missionary couple Greg and Michelle Roberts. This a place where the heart is kids that are being adopted have a place to stay out of an orphanage while their parents are working out the dirty details. When I came in March with Calvary, on the last day our team was able to come and clean up the place, put sheets on the bed, sort clothes, etc. Getting it all ready for the children who were coming in the next couple weeks. It has a boys room, girls room, and a baby room. With a bed for an adult in each room. Along with play room, kitchen, dining room, porch, balcony etc. It is beautiful! It was so cool to walk in there and see all these children actually there and their artwork on the wall, and see the outcome of what we did. I was speechless. It warmed my heart so much to see all these children. And they just smiled and played with you. so much joy and happiness in their little faces! For those of you there with me Junior (who is now Mathieu) lives there now as he waits to go home to Tennessee! He is doing so well now! He has gotten so big, and he loved giving kisses to the babies! He also loves his new name Mathieu and will correct you if you say Junior. Kimberly (who is now Caris) is also living there, but was not at the home when we were. She will be adopted soon and moving to the states in a couple months. 

     *Guerlin's Orphanage: This is the orphanage that was washed away by the floods, and then Chadasha came up alongside to help reestablish it. There are 56 kids with 20 more coming. They now have a great big house and play area. They were a little unsure of Erica and I but when some of the little ones ventured on then they all came! We love loving on some Haitian children!! They were all very sweet!! This is where Erica and I will perform a lot of intern duties. Such as making a file on each child, picture and all personal information, implementing programs like education and nutrition and hygiene. As of now they just do whatever, and eat more than my brother and his football player friends can for a meal only twice a day because their little bodies are still in starvation mode and they shovel food down and it not helping their health. But we are excited!

This has been a great first day! I am so excited to see what God has in store for this next week!

PRAYER REQUESTS:

-Wilna, who is a good friend of Michelle's, translator, Olympic runner, and keeper of some babies, two of her cousin's were shot today in a random shooting. There were criminals running through a crowd an police were chasing them and everyone was shooting. Please keep them and her in your prayers. 

-Wisdom for our team. There are some issues going on at the orphanage and they need to be dealt with in a efficient but timely manner for the sake of the children but we aren't sure how it is going to go down.

-One of the house mothers at the Children's home is very sick.

haiti don't let it fade

disclaimer i am having to do this on my phone in the Miami airport and there are some features that i cant use so bare with me

Well we made it Miami! We are so so excited that in a few short hours we will be setting foot in the PAP!!! The plane ride was incredibly beautiful! I journaled for awhile then I couldn't sleep so I pulled out my iPod and listened to the "Hope for Haiti" album iTunes made when the earthquake happened. The songs were so beautiful and perfect and meant so much more now that I had been there. Then Beyonce's retake on her Halo song came on. I began listening to the song in a new light and tears began streaming down my face. It was talking about Haiti having a Halo now and not letting it fade, and that Haiti is our angel now.

God has given a gateway for us to Haiti. I remember growing up in school and learning about Haiti and the DR, the way we learned to distinguish the two was "hate is Haiti". Which meant that this place was full of hatred and mean people and that you could never get in. But that is not the case anymore. Through the poverty and devastation that the people have had to endure it has opened up so many possibilities for the Lord to move in that place. Haiti is slowly on its way above water and we cant allow her halo to stop shining.