I could truly go on for hours about our trip and the impact that it had on us. But instead, I am just going to quickly recap my main thoughts I brought back from the country of Haiti.
God is worshipped in more languages than just my own.
Of course I knew this, but I had never experienced it first hand. And let me tell you, it blew me away. I sat there during the entire 3-hour service, unable to understand one word, but I didn’t really have to. Their faces, their hands, and their voices said it all.
I was particularly touched by their singing. I knew the worship songs they were singing by the melody/tune, and it was so incredible to hear them sung in a different language.
And of course, God took the opportunity to completely humble me with a sermon about not focusing on worldly possessions…There we were, insanely blessed Americans listening to a Haitian pastor tell his congregation not to care for material things inside a church located in the poorest nation on our side of the globe. It kicked me in the butt.
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Kids are kids no matter where you go.
I showed up to the school with a bit of reservation because I did not know any Creole (the language of Haiti), and the children did not know English. What I thought would be a barrier between us only made us closer.
We were able to move beyond the language barrier between us and have such a blast together. I realized what I needed to do in order to bond and have a good time with these kids – be a kid myself! That included singing, dancing, doing hair, laughing, silly faces, and taking a few selfies. 😉
All this time, I have been taking water for granted.
It is an amazing thing to see how many wells Water for Life drills in a given year, but even more than that, it is how far people (children and adults) walk to fill up a vegetable oil-sized container of fresh, clean water.
We took turns pumping water from one of the hand pumps, and let me tell you, it’s not easy! I’m sure I’d build some better pumping muscles if I was doing it often, but no matter how strong you are, you need to work hard for your water. If I wanted to take a shower like I take at home, I’d need to walk 30-45 minutes each way, pump for 5 minutes, then carry it all back with me.
How many times do we turn a faucet, wash our hands, grab a drink, or run a dishwasher without not even thinking twice about how blessed we are to trust the water that goes into it, or that we drink? Without those wells, most of the water in Haiti will cause disease, malnourishment, and can lead to early death.
This trip changed me, and I could not be more grateful for the experience.