As I am at my parents home in Normangee it is almost like a dream that in just a weeks time I will be walking into another airport to fly to the home of my heart, Haiti. There is something about that land, that is intoxicating, addictive even. Most people I have talked to have only heard of riots, disease, and corruption; never mentioning the poverty, which as Americans we will never fully understand. Though it is a dangerous island, when one visits the country most experience a surreal feeling, as if it was all a fantasy. When you hear about a place of corruption and where you are not allowed to be out at night one would not expect to find hope and love amongst its inhabitants, but this is the case. Haitian's have experienced so much heart ache in their country that regardless of a 7.0 earthquake, "the bad thing" as many refer to it as, or complete civil war they will never sacrifice their hope for better days for their country. Traveling to the island of Hispaniola and being around the Haitian people is an adventure, awakening the deepest parts of every man who ventures there. It is a enormous blessing that I have been gifted with the opportunity to be there again.
This visit the team and I will be participating in the typical Haitian and Christian holidays; Christmas and New Years. Our main project of the week is cleaning and repainting a nearby school. This is an area that Hope of the Hungry has just recently been ministering to, in that it is a remote village in the mountains where some of the people there have never seen a white person before. We will also be seeing the boys in Guibert again too. This is what I am most excited about, I have missed them to an extent that I have never felt before. Imagining the day that I am able to go be with them is still a day that I have to remain dreaming about, until I board that final plane to Port au Prince in 7 more days.
