Reflections on Haiti
Three days after I've returned home, I still find it difficult to process everything to make a coherent and cohesive account of my experiences. I discovered many things about myself that I didn't know existed. I watched as people who had literally lost everything they had wake up at 4AM every morning to worship and pray. The Haitian people rocked my understanding of clinging to the Lord and finding strength and joy in His presence. On the flight to Haiti, I already began to get a feel for what the Haitian culture is like. The people are very passionate, in good ways and bad. A man on the plane got angry that someone had placed their carryon luggage in the space above his assigned seat, so he took it out and left it in the aisle as he proceeded to put his own bags into the compartment. The Americans around him sat wide-eyed at his boldness and his fierce determination to "get what's his". I met the girl who sat next to me. Her name was Desiree, and she live...