How Haiti Has My Heart for Good

Nothing could have prepared me for God’s glory that I found in Haiti. I just got back from my first mission trip and Haiti has my heart for good.

I was warned before boarding the plane that my heart would break. I researched and prepared the best I could for this endeavor, all to no avail. Never in a million years could I have prepared for Him in barefooted, hungry but happy faces of the children that awaited.

School in Canaan, Haiti being built.

When we got off the plane we met our translators and drivers and headed straight to Canaan, Haiti. Canaan is where the school that I had heard so much about was being built. Traveling through Port-au-Prince, immersed in the sights and sounds only to be experienced. Simple words written here would never give them the due justice they deserved.

We all piled into a van, and headed up the rocky mountain roads. Roads is a term used loosely as there is not much of an infrastructure beyond the city limits. We bounced passed homes of the locals, dodged the goats and dogs that ran wild. Traffic in Haiti is a bit different from here in the states, granted they drive on the right side as we do, and the left, middle and anywhere else they like. Street signs are as existent as the streets so you really need to know your way around.

As we breached the top of one of the many mountainous hills we could see the school off in the distance. Anticipation was palatable as we began to reach the school we had all looked forward to witnessing. Among the tin and concrete homes, there it was, with men working hard to build the trusses for the upcoming roof. Next to the school was the church where the women and children of Canaan awaited our arrival almost as anxiously as we were to meet them.

We spent the day with His sons and daughters the way we He made us to. The women in the group shared the gospel in a women’s discipleship training. Meanwhile the men played soccer with the kids. The men shared stories of men in the bible that overcame great odds. I had the opportunity to share about young David, not only sharing his story but a little bit of my own.

I never imagined how liberating and humbling it can be to share God’s words with those who may otherwise never hear. I was even more overwhelmed by being able to share my own story with others that it may help them heal.

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