I’ll never forget our drive here.
Thirteen of us plus our packs piled into a truck bed for a 3 hour ride from Port-au-Prince to Grand Goave. We had left the peaceful nature of the Dominican Republic into the chaos that is Haiti.
When we smiled at people they didn’t smile back.
There are too many people in too small of a space.
It’s crowded.
As we drove through towns we saw tent cities.
Poverty in the extreme.
I experienced some of the worst smells I’ve ever smelled during that drive.
The air was thick.
My heart had a heaviness on it that hadn’t been there earlier.
The spiritual warfare here is a constant battle.
You can see evil.
You can also see God.
Despite the grief, I see joy through children running up with open arms and wide grins.
Despite the poverty, I hear richness in the laughter around me.
Despite the darkness, I feel sunshine pouring down in an unrelenting way.
Despite the brokeness, I see healing and restoration.
Despite the spiritual warfare, I see God.
I see God turning Haiti into a place that shouts His name and knows His freedom.
I see God turning Haiti into a place that was hopeless but will seek comfort and rest in Him.
Haiti belongs to God.
