Ah, Haiti. It’s really starting to feel like home.
We arrived at the orphanage in the evening. The kids were sitting in the wooden pews taking part in an evening church service. I slid into the last pew and scooped little Sania into my lap. She recognized me instantly and joy spread across her face. I felt several little hands grab for mine and I realized I had chosen a seat next to some very dear little friends from my last trip. There is nothing like the joy you experience when these kids remember you, call out your name and grab your hand. Within minutes I was sitting on the concrete floor to accommodate all the friends who remembered me and wanted to sit as close as possible. Oh how I love these children. My heart is aching as I write this and I wonder how long it will be till I’m holding their hands again, practicing Creole and telling them how much Jesus loves them.
My relationship with several children took an interesting turn during this trip. One shy little boy who was content to sit near me on the last trip graduated to giving me a full embrace every time I saw him. I loved seeing him learn to trust and feeling honored that he chose to trust me. A sibling pair, boy and girl, who I spent time with on the last trip told me how they missed having a mom and dad. I pray that, somehow, the love we bring fills even a portion of that hole left in their heart. Praise the Lord that they have all ended up in a place that educates them, feeds them and most importantly gives them a hope through Jesus Christ.
Gerald, our worship minister, has been writing songs with the kids. They had the opportunity to record their original songs on this trip and they were so excited. The music is giving them hope, something to work toward. It’s been amazing to watch!
Another goal of my trip was to check on the children who are going through the adoption process and deliver some paperwork to the office in Port-au-Prince. All was a success and I pray for the day when those children will come home with their parents.