I first arrived in Haiti on December 13th, with a week-long mission group. We landed at the Port-au-Prince airport, then took a helicopter into the mountains. Looking at Haiti from the helicopter was wonderful and sad at the same time. Haiti has stunningly green, tall mountains, rivers, trees, and everything that makes a place beautiful.
However, this beauty was far away from the cities and from Port-au-Prince. These places were different. Some houses, the size of a small car, were so crowded together that you could lean out your window and reach into someone else’s. That was very saddening, especially remembering all the comforts of our home.
The helicopter landed a short walk from the orphanage. All the kids from the orphanage (and some that weren’t) were there, watching. It was pretty funny- a few kids were filming us landing with iPads! Our baggage was unloaded, and then within a minute, the Haitian kids had picked it all up, and were off to the orphanage. We followed them. We went through someone’s backyard! They were preparing their food. We said “Bonjour” and waved. They didn’t seem to mind us going through their yard!
I remember feeling so excited when I first saw the orphanage! We were shown upstairs to the missionaries’ rooms, and then given a tour. The kids and I were a little shy at first, but when I brought out some yarn, they all jumped on it. They showed me how to make all different kinds of braids out of it. I showed some of the older girls how to crochet a little, and they had fun laughing at their attempts to make stitches.
I made so many new friends, and I can’t wait to go back and meet them again! The kids just love having someone their own age to play with. My fondest memories are our tickle wars, with me against everyone else, playing tag, them teaching me cartwheels, and them doing my hair. They made me countless bracelets out of the yarn I gave them!
We also went on multiple home visits in the mountains. Some of the people were better off than others, but they all make me sad to think of. I still pray for them whenever I think of them. They certainly do need prayer! But it is amazing how happy you can make them with a few games, gifts, and some time. A little boy, maybe eight years old, wanted me to dance with him when some members of the team were playing some music. I think that dance made his month. You should have seen the smile on his face!
I hope this story has given you a new love for all the people who need us! Please help us support them with your prayers. Thank all of you so much!