Furnished room for the kiddos at the Refuge. 2 bunk beds, armoire, and desk. All custom made this week from scratch by our awesome team!
I’m writing this from my simple but very adequate hotel. The lonely 40 watt bulb wains in and out from dim to bright as the generator that I hear powering it in the distance struggles to run. My belly is full of delicious Creole Chicken, beans an rice, and fried plantains, something I miss greatly from Honduras. My journey today, some four an a half hours, feels more like a journey to a distant land rather than to a town a mere 90 miles or so from Port au Prince A place where the daily struggles to survive are hidden by a joy. A joy that only comes from knowing Christ. The Christians that we were blessed to know today have a spirit about them that cannot be described other than it has to be the Lord’s Spirit. We climbed mountains on dirt roads, crossed through many streams, and navigated through the seeming chaos of open air markets. Then we arrived in Lalomas, near Sen Michel, Haiti. I can’t wait to worship their tomorrow.
