I’ve been feeling a little “homesick” for Haiti these past few weeks. Every once in a while I will hear a song that reminds me of one Ferry, Emily and I listened to going up the mountain, or I’ll see a certain constellation in the night’s sky and remember sitting in the utter darkness of Montrouis looking as the same set of stars… There are days when I look at the unique way the sky seems to constantly change but stay the same and I remember our morning praying with a mother and her sick child on the hill of prayer above the town. I remember looking at the sky as I watched this young mother lay on the ground with her baby laid on her breast so she could pray facing up looking heavenward, not knowing if her baby was going to get well or not.

mother praying for baby

It’s in moments like these that my heart is so heavy for Haiti.


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