Maybe for once I should give you the
raw, unpolished blog. As we sit in Haiti at Cambry Orphanage in Les
Cayes, I am a jumble of emotions.
The people here are hungry. The
children are hungry. I am hungry, my body rebelling at the inadequate
amount of nourishment. On some level though I am thankful. Thankful
for a glimpse at life as it truly is here, even if I know that it is
just a glimpse.
The children are happy just to be held,
grabbing onto us and occassionally fighting over having a hand to
hold or lap to sit in. They’ve endured so much in their short lives,
evidenced by malnourished bodies, scabs and scars, wrinkled hands,
and the way they cling to you. The hardest part is having to say “au
revoir” when for whatever reason we have to leave them – part of
me could sit and hold them all day. I feel so inadequate in the face
of such need, but then I am inadequate. A few weeks here just doesn’t
seem enough.
I am angered by the rampant darkness in
Haiti that chokes out so much life. I am angry at the forces of
darkness but compassionate for the people who have been played like
pawns in the enemy’s sinister game. I long to see the banners of the
voodoo priests removed leaving only the banner of God to fly over
this nation. I look forward to a day when true worship is restored in
Haiti, the idols of darkness are torn down and freedom is brought to
her people.
There isn’t much left for me to say,
well there is but they are all tangents, jumbled thoughts and
unprocessed emotions. So I guess you just need to know that I am well
even if a little broken. And now I am off to sand some walls until
food arrives, hopefully, but who really knows.
