It’s weird to think that I was in Haiti last week. For some reason it already seems like it was so long ago, I guess the polar-opposite cultures could have something to do with this. How can a short plane ride take you from one extreme of over-abundance to the other of widespread poverty? I have to admit that it’s been hard to be home. I’m still having trouble putting my trip into words. My hands feel tied and I’m wondering (along with James) what our next steps are in helping-out a country we are so far away from.
I’m feeling quite exhausted today. Très fatigué. Five of us that were on the trip got sick and I’m thinkin’ that plus the trip itself plus the emotional/mental aspect plus a whole night of Ammie crying plus getting her cold has me a bit worn out. It’s been difficult to get back into the swing of things; housework, childcare, cleaning…my mind seems to be elsewhere. It kind-of feels like I’m physically in Manitoba but my mind is still back in Haiti.
I’m excited to share my trip with you over the coming weeks as I find the words to properly portray my time there, my impressions of the people, my hopes, my convictions, and whatever God continues to teach me in the aftermath.