I have a large amount of posts that are written in my head.
Stories of saying good-bye.
Stories of saying hello.
Stories about the flight.
My first night in Haiti.
Going to a new church on Sunday.
Eating Sunday lunch with John and Beth McHoul.
Crying with Beth about women, boobs, and breastfeeding.
How in love I am with the people here.
How insanely hard living in this place will be for awhile.
Beautiful thoughts. Ugly thoughts.
A few months worth of experiences in only a short number of days.
It will take me a little time to go back…sift through my brain and put this new world into words.
We have limited internet at the house right now. Limited as in hardly any. Hopefully we’ll figure out a way soon to be online at home. With all the strangeness that is Haiti…all the things I’m having to learn I think having internet in the house will help me to feel like a normal person again.
For now…my boys. Today was the first day of school at QCS. Aaron was excited to meet his students. Last night we had to get onto our kids several times because their eagerness to see the next day caused them to giggle and talk way later than we wanted them to be awake.
Their teachers are an answer to prayer. We live on campus. I can see the boy’s classroom doors from my kitchen window. What a neat life.
I had to blink back the tears as I watched each of the boys with their classes today. White kids are the minority. There was something incredibly lovely about seeing my children surrounded by so much color.
I will miss many things about homeschooling this year. Not everything. Oh geez…I’ve been so ready for a break from teaching. However…the things I’m going to miss were so far surpassed and outnumbered today by all the good that these boys will experience…it’s been a wonderful day. I guess that’s all I can say.
Thank you for praying for our family this week . It has felt like we’ve moved to a different planet.
I have so much to learn to simply be able to keep clothes clean in this house and food in our bellies.
The boys are having a blast here. They stay outside most of the day catching giant lizards and chasing rats (gag…yes…rats). So far, no breakdowns from the boys. I’m the only one breaking down, but we all knew this would be the case.
Even through the tears, the meltdowns, the moments of panic when I’m asking myself “What have we done?” one thing is consistent…
God is here.
I have never felt His care like I have in this hard, odd place. As soon as I break…as soon as I start crying or I get crazy irritated something happens…something perfect, right on time and meant just for me. The problem I’m upset about does not get solved, but a person stops by…they say just the right thing. Or I sit in church and God speaks straight to me. I get an email that says, “I haven’t seen you in seven years and I dreamed about you and your family last night. I prayed for you in the middle of the night.”
God prompts strangers to email me and say, “I can’t stop thinking about you. God brings you to my mind throughout the day. I normally struggle with prayer and have a hard time remembering to pray, but I can’t stop praying for you.”
God is aware we are in Haiti. He knows. He’s been on this island forever. He sees us. He knows what day our plane landed.
I’ve never been more aware of how “in your face, right on God’s radar” I have always been.
I know it’s been true forever. It’s true for me in Haiti and it’s true for you wherever you are.
God is near.
He knows every need.
He is aware of every weakness.
Haiti has hammered that home in my soul the last few days.
I have experienced Emmanuel, God with us this week. The God who comes close to broken, bratty, freaking out, melting down, crying themselves to sleep people.
Thank you Haiti.