I am nestled into a small bed, in the home of Joel and Yvonne Trimble, above the capital city of Port Au Prince, Haiti. I've had my shower for the day and am dressed and ready for church. The service will be here, just upstairs from where I am, and I look forward to seeing if I know any of the blancs who attend.
Life is damp up here on the mountain. Last night, as we returned from a lovely meal at a French restaurant in Pétionville, we were swallowed by a cloud along the better part of the mountain pass. Beautiful and haunting.
Along the way, a police car was perched quietly at a bend in the road. The lights were blazing through the fog and two officers stood at the front, watching as cars passed by and slipped up and away, into the blackness of the mountain. They were watching for mixed ethnicity in each of the cars. Had there been a Haitian in the car with us, they would have stepped into the road and made the driver answer a series of questions. They are cracking down on kidnappings. This is but one way they do that.
My time with Bobby & Sherry Burnette has come and gone. I thank God that it was very productive. I was blessed with a wonderful opportunity to lay down any personal agendas and just serve others in a cause that is completely their's and God's. If you've never done that before, I suggest you give it a try sometime. It is well worth the effort.
That is all I have for you at the moment. Thanks for praying for us during this time. Your prayers really matter.
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3 comments:
Sounds like you are having a ball in Haiti.
Blessings,
Dad
you need to post once every three days to keep your readers interested in coming back ... blog rule number one. ;)
Thank you. We feel our voice has been heard. You rock the face off of a goat too ... I think?? That is a good thing, yes???
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