We leave for Haiti in 2 1/2 days and I am filled with emotion. Our plane leaves Nashville at 6:00 am. on the 30th and we land in Port au Prince at 3:55 EST. I don’t know how long it will take us to go through customs then be taken to the orphanage, but I think by 6:30 pm we should be meeting our 2 1/2 year old little boy. Just typing that leaves a lump in my throat. I will be so thankful to give him a hug, look into his eyes, love on him. ❤
I’ve been packed for at least 2 weeks. I keep adding little things to the suitcases that I think the children will enjoy. I’ve checked the weather, tried to check the political climate there, double checked my tickets. There is nothing left to do but wait until Sunday.
I read a blog post a few days ago by someone describing their experiences on a mission trip to Haiti. I can’t seem to get her final words out of my mind:
The vast disparity between where we lived in Haiti for a week and no matter where we live in the United States is difficult to comprehend. It wakes up a part of your being that rarely gets stirred and leaves you stuck between two worlds.
That’s really how I feel. I can’t wait to get there and meet my little boy, of course. But I also can’t wait to get back to that simple world and feel the Caribbean breezes, see the Haitian smiles and, believe it or not, even to feel the humidity that causes me to never stop sweating. There is something in my heart that keeps pulling me to Haiti.
2 1/2 more days!