Wrapping up

We are in our final days here in Haiti and the momentum has not only continued, it has gotten stronger-if that is possible! These guys are working so heard and to see their hearts and souls into what they are doing is incredible. So far they have built platforms and raised 9 tents, almost finished bathroom plumbing and walls, dug the septic and walled it in, built cabinets for the kitchen, built an extension onto the building for more kids to be able to eat, and are now pouring the floor.

There are some projects that were hoped to be finished, but as the days have gone by, it seemed like they wouldn't be completely finished. Jeff, our director for Kids Alive, threw out the "opportunity" last night for those that were interested to stay on here in Haiti for a few more days. In the end, they decided to forgo their day of going out to lunch after church and then to the artisan market...so sorry to their wives and families, their gifts will probably come from the Atlanta airport. But that means we should have 25 bunkbeds ready to receive 50 kids!!! Dedication and heart, willingness to serve continually. It has been insipiring.

It is purely by the grace of God and my mom and Zeneida's teaching in the kitchen that I am able to keep this group fed. Somehow between loaves of bread for French toast and endless rice for lunch, they seem to be still be living. They are certainly encouraging and complimentary, although I still say a prayer each meal that it is well cooked and doesn't make anyone sick!

It has been interesing being surrounded by Creole, I feel so helpless in communication. I've certainly picked up words by need...but I am a long ways from communicating! The ladies that help around the house during the week are patient with me as I know it is hard for them too, to have this white girl trying to cook in what is normally their space! I'm going to try to be better now about studying Creole, as I'm sure this is the first of many trips across the border. As many of our kids in Caraballo are Haitian, my natural reaction is to just speak Spanish to them...but they look at me like I'm a crazy lady!

We are heading out on the one and only 8am bus to the Dominican Republic on Tuesday morning. I should be back in my home sweet home by the evening.