Don't forget Haiti

What a week this was.  Coming home is always a bit jarring.

On our last morning in Haiti we all sat down with the director of JIHM to re-hash our week.  

We talked about the good times of hanging out with our new friends, playing basketball, swimming in the ocean.  

We remembered the hard times such as the riots, the fact that people still eat mud pies, and how broken this place is.  We talked about the devastation of the earth quake and how so many people are in the Mass Grave that we saw earlier in the week.  

We talked about what we learned and who made an impact on us.  

We left it with hope.  Hope that Haiti can succeed, that their people can all learn about and grow in their faith.  Hope that each day the sun will rise and that is something to celebrate.  

We were sent home to re-adjust after everything we've seen and try to get back to normal.  For me, that's not happening very quickly.  A piece of my heart stayed down there a I fell hard for yet another place so far away.  

Haiti for us was a place where we learned to listen.  To listen to God, to each other, and to ourselves.  

As we travel home we are different people, but we all have a bond now. (Our little group) we all experienced this heartbreaking yet amazing trip together, as a team.  I honestly can say I have 10 new friends and I can't wait to see them all again.  

We all went home with the message, "Don't forget Haiti." 

Cue the tears..... 😉