Friday, November 4, 2011

An October week with my tiny Haitian Princess- by Christy

When your in this place, each day passes at an easy going pace.  Some days seem to go on and on, but in a flash the week is over and your back in the truck with a heavy heart headed down the windy mountain road. This is my 3rd time headed down this long mountain road dreading being back to my upside life after spending an incredible week on this mountain with these beautiful people.  Each trip has been completely different but all emotionally challenging.  In June I went to Haiti and met so many new people I have prayed for and spent countless hours thinking about.  This time, I spent a week with those who are now dear family and friends that have such a hard time just doing life.
I was excited to have Emma, Grampsie (my dad) and Zeke (my nephew) with me.  I was so excited to be able to introduce dad to his new granddaughter.  When we arrived at the orphanage, she was getting her hair done.  It was a repeat of the June arrival. Benia immediately greeted us as we stepped off the truck. Somehow it's a relief and a burden to be back here.  Emma ran and found her sister and introduced Grampsie to her.  He immediately picked her up and gave her a huge hug.  It was a beautiful site.  She soon warmed up to the fact we were there, but she seemed so much quieter and reserved than she was in June.  By the second day, I realized she had a bad cold.  I gave her some triaminic strips I had brought along.  Emma even commented she came to life about 30 minutes after her medicine kicked in. 

We immediately began showering her with gifts and didn't stop all week.  She soon found the high heel black sandals Nina (my mom) had sent for her.  She was so excited and said "por ou?"  I said " no por ou!  (for you!).  I helped her put them on with her blue jean shorts and pink flower tank top.  She pranced around almost falling for about 4 hours.  All her friends pointed and smiled.  I heard several Oh..la..la's.  It was so much fun seeing her in this light.  We had a small altercation the next morning when I told her very sternly she could not wear her heeled sandals to school, but she had to save them for church.  She was very intent on wearing them.  It was very entertaining to say the least. 

Dad spent the week arm swinging little girls.  He would pick them up by their arms and say 1-2-3...  and swing their feet.  It got to where he could barely pass one of the girls without hearing the words 1-2-3.  They all called him Grampsie. He spent countless hours working on the bottom level of the orphanage putting in lights and plugs in these 5 empty rooms.  His work will allow the occasional clinics held there to be more productive and remain productive after the sun sets.  He took 350 pounds of wire, tools, plugs, drills and even light bulbs.  All of which he paid for or got donated.  He occasionally worked around the clock to complete this project in less than a week.  He truly was the hands and feet of Jesus. 

Zeke (11 years old) did a great job all week.  He spent the days playing with all the girls.  He never complained about a thing.  I was really impressed with his immediate love for all the girls. He and Benia hit it off immediately as did he an Antonia, one of the new tiny girls.  All the girls loved painting his nails and putting ponytails in his hair.  He, Emma, and Jarrod (Cardonia's 11 year old brother who was spending his first week in Haiti too) walked the girls to school every morning and stood waiting on them daily to be released from school.
 
Emma immediately fell back into her role of big sister.  I am so happy she and Berline love each other so much. I think it was a really hard week for her.  She insisted on giving Berline a shower every night, taking her to the potty, helping her brush her teeth, picking out her clothes daily.  I had to remind her that I was the mommy and I wanted her to just enjoy being her sister.  She didn't have to do everything.  By the 3rd day, she was letting me share the responsibilities of mommying our little girl. 

I can't share with you anything about this trip without sharing with you the news we got on Saturday night when Rico arrived.  I knew Berline's mom Cenita had missed her October 5th appointment at the US Embassy and that it had been rescheduled for November 3. I did not know that the US Embassy only gave Haitian parents 2 appointments before they "closed the file".  Rico had called me into his office to ask for another $100 to again pay for her travel expenses to Port Au Prince.  I immediately took care of this.  At this time, he told me how important it was that she make this appointment.  Rob and I have learned to deal missed appointments with the idea things were just slowing down.  We had never been told or had an honest thought that "they would close the file".  It was a very difficult night for me.  We had seen Cenita earlier in the week and she was very short with me.  I feared the worse.  I couldn't eat dinner that night.  Instead I found a place on the roof and just poured my heart out to God.  Emma soon found me and just sat and cried with me assuring me the entire time that "she would go".  She kept saying "it's okay mom, she will go.  God will get her there."  I told Emma that she was too good to me and I didn't think I deserved to have her.  She just matter of factly replied, well, God thought you did.  Dad later joined us and held us booth telling me that God would handle it all and to simply trust Him.  Well, 13 days have passed since our night on that roof.  Yesterday, we received an email from Rico saying "evrything good thanks God."  My wonderful Haitian friend Agathe assured me over and over that she would go that night and over the phone several days since that night. Rico spoke with Cenita's mom at church the following Sunday and explained to her how important this appointment was. Dad gave Mona (Rico's car owning mom) gas money to go and get Cenita in case she didn't show up on her own. Rob put minutes on Agathe's phone and she called Cenita multiple times to remind her to be there.  We had a multitude of friends and family praying for the completion of this small step.  God is good.

She knew exactly what her Grampsie was trying to do!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Three times in six months

On Friday, August 26, I had the opportunity to go to Haiti again.  How AMAZING!  Last year at this time there would have been no way that I would have ever thought about doing that.  It is amazing how a path is placed in front of you and you just walk it blindly in faith. 

I fretted all week about Hurricane Irene and how her path would effect our travels.  Hurricane Irene hit the Dominican early in the week and was projected to sweep right across the edge of Cuba and up the Bahamas chain right into Miami on Friday when we were supposed to leave.  I watched the weather all week and just waited and fortunately for us and unfortunately for the Bahamas, the hurricane swept east of Miami and right across GBI straight up the coast to the New York/New Jersey area. 

We flew out early as always.  At the airport by 4:30 AM, on the plane by 5:30 AM, and headed to Miami by 8:00 AM.  On the way down we passed some cloud cover from Irene as we flew through Central Florida.  Finally, Savanna and I were going to see Berline.  The nervousness that racked me 6 months ago has long been since replaced by excitement.  Savanna and I were going to spend 5 awesome days with Berline. 

When we got to the airport in Miami we headed Nathan's for a hot dog and our last meal before Haiti.  We ate with Woody & Stephanie Culp (Cadonia), Chad Becker (Eldie), Robin Cox (Sarafina Sophiara), & Stacy Cox (Onise).  It was like an episode of Seinfeld.  We were all sitting around talking about nothing.  We got on the plan in Miami and left for PAP. 

When we got to PAP things looked somewhat different.  When I was there in June there was one other plane on the tarmac.  It was an abandoned charter jet.  As we taxied down the runway you could see several other planes from charters to Air France.  Haiti is moving forward.  We walked down the Jetway and into the terminal following about 200 Haitians.  We boarded the bus and headed to customs.  Things moved smoothly, we picked up our bags and headed out the door.  Once we were outside on the walkway the heat hit me.  It had been 97 degrees the day before in Knoxville and now I was in the exact same heat but somehow it seemed much hotter.  We walked out to the parking lot and started toward the PCAP truck.  That white truck seems so friendly and so welcoming.  I love to see it.  As we were walking across the parking lot you could see the usual sights.  Haitians lined up against the fence yelling for money -- Hey Boss! Ey You!, Etc. As we got closer to the truck you could see a little girl bouncing up and down in the truck.  That girl was Berline!  She was excited about seeing us and she had a smile that was truly a mile wide.  We threw our luggage in the truck and hopped up on the bench.  I stole her from Savanna and gave her a gigantic bear hug and kiss. 

 
WE WERE BACK!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Lots of first-by Christy

Rob and Savanna left on Friday morning at 4:30 am for Port Au Prince. They will be there until next Tuesday.  Rob has an appointment at the US Embassy on Tuesday morning at 7:00 am to complete our I-600A to start the US side of the adoption in Haiti to get Berline's Visa.  They are traveling with 4 other families from Knoxville adopting from the same orphanage: Onise, Cadonia, Eldie, and Maeva.  The 5 girls were brought down the mountain to the meet their parents at the airport and stay in a hotel for the 5 days with them.  Rob said Berline was jumping up and down on the truck when she spotted him and Savanna.  Savanna got on the truck while he loaded the luggage.  Berline was then saying Saavaanaa, Saavaanaa.  She draws it out so funny.  I think it made Savanna happy she knew her right away. They stopped at a restaurant on the way to the hotel.  Rob says he has never seen someone so little eat so much chicken and rice.  Savanna said it was good and Berline ate the beets off her plate.  She loved the hotel.  She played in the shower for a long time moving it from hot to cold.  It was her first experience with hot water.  She loves the fan in the room and yelling into it.  She loves the little refrigerator. She ate lots of bread and butter at the hotel breakfast. She definately lovesthe fruit loops I sent.

It is such a joy to hear her sweet little voice on the phone.  She says "Hello Mommie, I love you Mommie.  I say "Mwen sonje ou- she replies in english "I miss you Mommie".  I am so glad Rob and Savanna are there to hold her and love on her right now.

Friday, July 22, 2011

I don't even know what to title this.

The home where Berline's grandmother, Jon (her brother), JonGary (her 13 year old uncle), her mom's sister and her son (ti Jacue- little Jack) all live.  Berline lived here until October of 2010.  It's about an hour walk for me "up" a beautiful mountain and through a valley to get to school and church.  The market is about a 30 minute walk away.  We were so blessed as a family to visit with her family here.
It's too insanely humbling to see these homes side by side. Nothing makes sense.  God has given us so much more than we could ever deserve.  I am so blessed. 

Her room is coming together.

The office is gone and a little girls room is taking shape.  3 walls are a very bright shade of turquise and one wall is a very neon shade of green.  Emma calls it snot green!  We took paint samples down to show Berline on our June trip.  I said "swaze oun" - pick one.  Of course, lime green it was.  She seems to pick lime green clothes over every other outfit.  Emma's favorite is lime green, so I now have 2 lime green rooms in my house.  One room is more than enough for any house, but apparently not ours.  I was invisioning a little pink rose and green vine room, very shabby chic.  My family had a different opinion.  Rob led the charge by picking her bedding. It's lime green and turquise polka dots on one side and reversible with orange and bright pink stripes on the other side.  Not at all what I had invisioned, but I'm sure Berline will absolutely love it.  We had kept Emma's bedroom furntiture when we upgraded her to a queen size bed.  Everything fit's perfectly.  She already has a few clothing items in drawers and a sliding drawer full of bratz dolls and accesories under her bed.  We still need a side table, lamp, rug, and a few accesories. Holly stopped by to visit yesterday and ask if she could pray over her room.  We stood in the middle of the room in an embrace praying for the little girl who will someday call this room her own.  I have better friends than I deserve. 

Berline's 6th Birthday- by Christy

Yesterday was Berline's 6th birthday.  I can't help but wonder if she has ever had a birthday party or celebrated in any way. Preston Cunningham was taking a team from Grace down to spend the week and my dear friend Lauren Stout was joining their team.  Lauren graciously volunteered to have a "party" for Berline while they were there.  I sent several boxes of Little Debbie chocolate brownies with the colored sprinkles on top, a fun foam crown with her name on it, a birthday sash, and candles.  I hope they had a celebration and sang her happy birthday.  I sent a zip lock bag full of Barbies, Barbie clothes and a new dress and head band for gifts for her.  I spent the day thinking of her and praying for her and wondering if she will be here with us next year and how will we celebrate the day. 

Monday, July 11, 2011

Savanna's journal/first time to Haiti

May 31--First Meeting
Today was quite possibly one of the longest days of my life.  I barely slept last night, because today is the day that I get to meet Berline for the first time.  The truck ride lasted FOREVER! Emma fell asleep, but I stayed wide awake getting more excited as every second past.  When we finally got to the orphanage I saw Berline immediately. She was getting her "hair did."  We joked that she always seems to have her hair out of her braids at the worst possible times.  I walked up to her and tried to explain to her I was her sister, but I was at a complete loss for words.  So Carole explained it to her, and you could tell she was scared and not sure what to do, but she still gave Emma and I a hug, and then ran to my dad recognizing him. Emma was inseperable from her from that point on.

June 2
Mom and dad left early this morning because they had to go to Port-au-Prince to sign papers for Berline.  All of the girls were off from school, and we were going on our first walk.  Berline was told she would be able to go with us that morning on the walk, but right before we were about to leave, I was told that she couldn't go because the walk was "too steep."  When I handed her the water bottle she figured out that she wasn't able to go, and she began to cry.  Only one tear streamed down her face, but that was enough to make me lose it.  I cried almost the entire walk.

June 3
Today was a very emotional day.  We went to church, and pastor moise asked the people in the church to be in prayer for us.  That really got to me because he asked these people who have absolutly nothing, to pray for the spoiled white people with everything.  Berline fell asleep on my mom's lap during church, and that was great because I was sitting beside her.  It was awesome just to know that she was there.  After church all of the people came down to the orphanage, and we gave them all food.  They were so greatful! It was a great day.

June 4
Today we went to the pool instead of the beach, because it has rained so much that this week.  The pool was wonderful.  I spent all day with Faguline.  She loved the water and was practically swimming by the time we had to leave.  Everyone else leaves tomorrow, but we get to spend a few more days with it being just us and the girls.  It's getting closer to leaving day. :(

June 7
Today was leaving day.  It was a very sad day.  I didn't get to spend much time with the girls yesterday because I was very sick yesterday. So that makes it even harder.  Berline was so sad when we left, and SO was Faguline.  I promised myself I wouldn't cry infront of them, and that was one of the hardest things i've ever had to do.  It was extremely emotional. Haiti is such a beautiful place because everyone is just so happy.  They all live so simply.  I wish many people in the U.S. were able to experience this beautiful country, and all of the beautiful girls in the orphanage.

I really can't wait to go back, because these girls have made a difference in my life.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Emma's Journal-By Emma

Haiti was such an awesome country. Berline was soo cute and adorable. But I can't sit and describe everything in short choppy sentences, So i will Tell you some of my journal entrys.

6\1\11
          I am writing for the 31st of May! My 1st day in Haiti!!! Berline is amazingly cute and perfect in every way. Haiti is amazing and not at all like I imagined it. The airplane was interesting. I love Berline, all the little girls, and all the beautiful people of Haiti. Haiti is a beautiful place. Bible School hopefully will be a big success.
                                              Happily,
                                                       Emma L. Cummings

6\5\11
           Haiti is such an amazing place. It has such amazing people in it. We have been on 2 walks since I last wrote. The first was to distribute water buckets. On our way back we passed and visited a vodoo priest home and temple. We prayed and talked to him about Jesus. We left him a water filter bucket.  The funniest thing that happened was Mark took his cigarettes and told him they were bad for him.  The second was to Coq Chante. Our first stop was Islande's home. Her family was so happy to be where they were. They are such beauiful people. Our second stop was Linia and Atanie's home I wish I could do more for their family. It's just so sad. They didn't have any food at all. Our third stop ws to the fallen Coq Chante orphanage. On our way back it began to rain. It got SOO muddy, but we didn't care. The girls here are still awesome, perfect, and beautiful in everyway. Berline is awesome. At VBS Savanna and I hung out with Berline's brother Jon. He's handsome and just as perfect as Berline. I love the haitian People. Haiti is so beautiful. Also, I have developed a newly found friendship with Christila.
Haiti is such an amazing place. It has such amazing people in it.
                                                       Happily,
                                                             Emma L. Cummings

6\7\11
          Yesterday, was beach day. It rained soo muchin the past week that we couldn't go to the beach. So we decided on plan B. We went to a really nice hotel in Jacamel and swam at the pool all day long. We had cheeseburgers and club sandwiches for lunch. They were Ok, but the fries were delicious. The view was spectular. And it didn't really rain all day long. Also it was pretty sunny and i did get to take a real shower. It was kinda cold, but still cold is better than nothin. i had an awesome time yesterdaywith the girls.
                                                                Love,
                                                                   Emma L. Cummings

My Haiti trip journal- May 31-June 9- Christy

The entry below is full of some boring factual information about our trip.  I wanted to track this trip for my tiny girl.  This is 9 incredible days of her story.


May 31, 2011 day 1
The flight and 3 hour drive up the mountain was uneventful except for some rain. When we arrived at the orphanage, we were greeted by beautiful faces and kisses galore. Berline was getting her hair done. It was so funny. She grinned when Carol introduced her to Savanna and Emma as her sisters. She definitely recognized him.  She quickly went to him, fuzzy hair and all and called him Poppi. She warmed up quickly. She and Emma haven't been a part day or night.
June 1- day 2
Communication is still a struggle but we are somehow managing. I want to tell them all how wonderful they are and ask them 1000 questions but hugs, hairdos and treats seem to work. We walked up to get Berline from school, I took lots of pictures. I asked Agathe to help me find her brother. Pastor Moises found him. His name is Jonson Midi. He is so cute. He will be 9 July 25. He looks so much like her. I was so happy to meet him. He smiled so big as I shook his little hand and hugged him.  I didn't want to leave him. He was so smiley. What a blessing to just meet him. I wish I could speak creole so badly.
Rest of the day was uneventful. Spent the day with girls, getting bible school stuff ready. Berline got to eat dinner with us. She usually gets grits for breakfast, rice and beans about 1:30, right now they get a mango in the late afternoon around 4:00 and some kind of white gravy looking pudding around 7:00. Mona said it was a sweet pudding. That's their food for the day. Berline has enjoyed eating with us. She eats rice and beans, chicken, and plantains. I think it is a treat for her to get that extra meal. She has shared a plate with Rob or savanna every night. Then she eats applesauce, granola bar and or other snacks we constantly feed her.

It has been so awesome to have her in our room at night. She sleeps between the girls. Usually her arm around Emma and savannas arm around her. Emma actually fell out of bed because she sleeps so close to her. They take her to potty and brush her teeth. She falls asleep about 1 minute or less after she lays down.


Thursday, June 2
Still raining. Rained all day. No one goes anywhere in the rain. Our walks were cancelled because pastor Moises wouldn't take us out, Bible school was cancelled because no one showed up. We spent the day with the girls. Painted nails, played swinging game, sorted rice and beans.
I had the privilege of hanging out with Rachel, Carol, and Agathe for a while. Agathe told me Berline lived with her Grandma - moms mom. Grandma goes to church at Camatin. Mom works and lives in jacmel. When her grandma heard the orphanage was taking 15 new girls, she ask the pastor if she could go. Mom got pregnant really young and had Jonson. Her sons dad disappeared.  A couple of years later she got pregnant again and had Berline. Her dad left. Her mom was still young and needed a job so she left her kids with her mom and went to Jacmel to work. Agathe thought she cleaned houses.
While I was in the room with Agathe, Mark was outside talking to a ditch digger about digging a 4x4 15 foot deep hole for the toilet for the new church. When I came out, I was introduced to him. He is Berline's uncle. Her dads brother, Saintembien (I think). He said her dad was working in the Dominican Republic. He was a real small man.  Very smily. Rob gave him a pair of his shoes we had brought to give away. He was barefoot. It was raining so his shoes may have been outside. I was so happy to meet him.

We went to play with the girls a while later. I was on the front porch when I saw a small women getting off the back of a motorcycle that had just pulled up. I saw her eyes and immediately knew who she was. My heart kinda sank. She looked straight at me walking towards me. I greeted her at the gate with a hand shake and hug. She just knew who I was. It was really kind of wonderful to have an introduction without really an introduction. She looks exactly like Berline. She has striking eyes and an incredible small frame. I'm afraid Rob missed out in his big tall ball player if she grows up to look anything like her mom. I left to go get Agathe. The others were all called to dinner so they left us in the porch with her and her driver. I was so glad Agathe was there. I ask her to introduce Savanna and Emma and later April came and got introduced. I ask Agathe to tell her we would take care of Berline and treat her just like we did our big girls, and that she would go to school and someday go to college. She again just wanted to know if we would bring her back. I promised her we would. She said Berline has been more of a sister to her and she called  her grandma mom.  Cenita said she had 2 brothers and 2 sisters. I neglect to ask if they were older or younger, but later met her mom and found out she was #2.  First of her mother’s babies died, then a girl, another girl- Cenita, boy, girl, then boy. I gave her mom the new UT scarf I had brought her and a photo album with pictures from Rob’s trip as well as a photo of our house, Emma’s room, and a family photo. I told her I had other pictures I had brought and that I would give them to her mother. She said ok but those pictures were hers. :). There were some photos of Rob holding Berline awake and asleep. I just hope she can see through those photos the care Berline will get from us and that we already love her so much. Berline simply gave her a hug and talked for a minute then she went to Rob. I knew I couldn't cry eventhough I felt so overwhelmed. I didn't want Berline to think anything was wrong. Her mom talked to Agathe for a long time. I wish so badly I knew Creole. Agathe said she was assuring her we were good people and would love her girl. She actually was afraid we might make her a slave. It hurt my heart to think of it. We took a few photos, discussed the fact that her ID card was messed up and that we were getting her a new one and that Rico would call her about the new court date. We hugged tight, she smiled big like Berline's smile and left. I just went and sat down to process it all. I still haven't cried!  I'm pretty sure it's not too far away. My next hope is to meet her grandmother and talk with her. The day was full of information I feel so grateful to have. I want Berline to know all she can about her life's story.


Okay. Friday- June 3
Can't begin to imagine how to tell you about my day. Woke up at 4:30. On the truck with Rob, Christianie, and Alfred by 5:00. Stopped at entrance to coq chante to pick up Oneise mom and dad, Christianie mom and dad and Reginas mom. 4 hour drive down the mountain through Pap past airport then east to croix des bouquetes. Unbelievable traffic. People everywhere. In Places it looked like New York at 5:00 pm. Christianie was car sick all the way down the mountain. Her dad have us a Walmart bag. We were in the front with her. She threw up about 20 times. I kept wiping her head with wipee. I didn't know what else to do. She never complained just quietly had tears rolling down her cheeks.
We waited outside the courthouse - loose term- for about 45 minutes. We arrived at exactly 9:00. While waiting, I watched the roadside vendors. One had spaghetti noodles served with 1 boiled egg cut in half and salted, then a spoonful of picklies-slaw- then she shook some ketchup from a can, a spoonful of some brown sauce, then topped with hotsauce sprinkles. Men would come by and pay for this, sit on the ledge behind her, eat then give her back plate and fork. She would rinse it in dish pan, wipe with towel and be ready for the next customer. I saw a total of 3 plates. It was just a little insane.
Several men stopped about 15 yards from where I was standing to urinate in the bushes. This seemed like business as usual. Again a little insane. A lady squatted under the truck to urinate about 5 feet from Rob. It seemed like no big deal to anyone. Rico showed up. Rob ask about purchasing a drink. Rico had Alfred buy 2. I gave mine to Christianie. Rob and I had wanted to buy a drink for everyone with us before Rico came but communication is so bad. We didn't know how. We were definately the only white folks around. Folks were generally friendly and smiled. We could only say bonjour.
Nathalie showed up. She was dressed in black pants, ruffled green long sleeve top, lots of jewelry.  She was definitely had a presence as a woman to be respected.  We went into court house. It was a small concrete building with multiple small rooms about 10x15, 3 wooden benches, a raised concrete platform with a dark stained home made looking desk. We were first. She was very upset with Rico that Berline's parents did not come with us. Rico explained to her that her moms Id card was somehow incorrect. She fused at Rico but continued with us. After she talks with the court reporter who was writing in a composition book!, We got up and signed the next page of that book about half way down the page.  Crazy!
Next Christianie’s biological mom and dad were up. Not sure the problem there because we couldn't understand anything but I think they have to have a marriage certificate. Rico then whispers to us that the court reporter is asking Nathalie for money because everything isn't here. She pulls out her wallet, they talk, she hands her money, we leave. Oneise parents and Eeginas mom hadn't done anything   Yet. Crazy! 
Poor Christianie comes by car sickness honestly. Her mother got sick as soon as we left. I can't begin to imagine the emotional stress of this day let alone get car sick in the back of the exhaust filled streets of this town. She laid on top of a tarp in the back of the truck bed. Rob bought her a sprite from a guy who came up to the truck, but she didn't want it. We insisted. Her husband drank a few sips of it. You could tell he was worried about her.
Christianie left with Rico to go for blood work. We left for Nathalie’s office we thought.

Half way through PAP, Alfred stops truck and wants Rob and I back in front. Not sure why but we got back in front. I didn't like being treated special. We were wonderfully content in back with the other parents. Plus, the front is like a scary 3D ride at an amusement park where u think you are going to crash at any moments. We actually did do some rubbing with a couple of other trucks while we were in the back. Apparently you just grin and bare it in Haiti.
You get a different prospective riding in the front. You can see the town head on. Most blocks are similar, street vendors selling mangos, figs -bananas, clothes hung up on outside of concrete buildings for sale resembling yard sale. Children walking past in school uniforms smiling and looking inquisitive at the blancs. Lots of little boys with nothing but ratty tshirts on, women walking balancing wash tubs full of groceries and clothes on their heads, women washing clothes in a washtub. I actually saw the electrical stores:). Hee hee. A piece of wood with old wire, plugs, other used parts and a few tools hung on it. The worst part of sight seeing is the mounds and mounds of trash everywhere in the streets and on the sidewalks. So many people and not enough space. What choices do they have? 
We finally made it to Nathalies office in downtown pap after about an hour and half. A second floor office 900 square foot open office with bookcases blocking off her desk. She took all the biological parents back first. Not sure what they did. We never did a thing. They made copies of our passport stamp and the entry green card from the airport to show we were really in country. We sat there for about 2 hours.
Finally we left about 4:00. Went about 10 minutes down road to a restaurant. Outside, Several boys about 12 or so wanted us to give them money. We just said no and kept walking. We went in with Alfred who speaks very little Creole and other parents who don't speak any Creole. It looked pretty clean. A small place. You just order at window and have a seat. They bring it to you. Rob and I both ordered polle plat. We felt safe with that. chicken plate. I think the other parents ordered the same. It was dark rice and beans with great flavor, a chicken leg, some vinegar flavored string green beans and onions sprinkled on top with 2 plantains. I had sprite from bottle- no ice! Rob had same but coke. Bottled cokes here are made from sugar can instead of corn syrup. The coke seemed sweeter but not sure. The meal was pretty good and a lot if it. It was 280 goudes each for chicken. 100 goudes for coke. 40 goudes to $1. So less than $5 each. Traffic was awful on the way back but interesting to see the busyness of town and experience it. I only saw 4 other whites all day. Sometimes during the day, I felt like I was in a parade with so many on lookers especially the children. I just smiled and waived. We finally made it back to Camatin in the now pouring rain around 8:00.  I was so happy to see all my girls together and I think they were happy to see us. 


Saturday June 4

A break from the rain in the morning. We moved VBS from the church to the rooms under the mission house usually used for the clinic because there was going to be a wedding at the church.  We walked to the church and started walking children down. Many were in their Sunday best. So many of the girls wear dresses that look similar to ruffled, lacy ones I would have worn in 70s- like the same dress. The were so cute with ribbons in their hair. Most have some kind of shoes or sandals. All their shoes are old. Many do not fit them properly. I wish we had brought shoes to give out. Over 300 show up in the next few minutes. We were told to expect 100. I pretty quickly found Jon. He is easy to spot with his big eyes. I made eye contact and he smiled big and waved shyly.
Agathe led some songs the kids loved. April lead a skit while Agathe narrated from written page. It was let the little children come to Jesus. Samuel then sang a beautiful song in Creole.
Agathe separated them into groups of 20 and we started rotating to stations. I did Facepainting. There was jump ropes, frisbees, dancing, snack-Teddy Grahams and kool-aid , and a few others. After the rotation, all the kids got a goody bag with new toothbrush, toothpaste, toy, hairbows, candy and a Creole Sunday school book, some of the kids got a t-shirt  (some duck race) until we ran out.  Most of the kids hung around for a long time outside orphanage. The wedding was moved to rooms under mission house because the rain was about to return. The bride was pregnant (not much different than home).  She was beautiful. The church has 2 wedding dresses brides can borrow. I took several pictures and promised to bring copies in September. Agathe knows them well. We left the wedding and got ready for a walk through Coq Chante. Just as the truck pulled out, the rains returned. We stopped and visited Islandes family. They are so beautiful.  Everyone greeted us with hugs and kisses.  Her handicapped brother was sitting in the stroller the Kecks had brought. He looked so different than in January. He was clean and dressed. It was a joy to see them. They are a happy family just so insanely poor. Islande’s grandma sang as Rob taped her. Islande said she misses her grandmas singing. Savanna liked meeting her older brother. He's 19 but looks about 15. Very clean cut and handsome. So kind just like her whole family. Her oldest sister hugged me so tight. She too is strikingly beautiful.
We left their house and after a long trek up the muddy mountain, we made it back to the truck where we headed on to Coq Chante. It was pouring rain and the truck only made it to the entrance. We began our walk. We climbed the side of the mountain to visit Nicolettes (Atanie’s mother) house. Nicollette and her husband were gone out working somewhere. The older brother (14) had gone to move the goat because of the rain. The baby girl, 2 year old baby boy, and severly special needs brother were there alone on the side of a mountain in the pouring rain. None of us could take it so we wrapped them in our rain jackets and took them with us. April carried the baby girl for a long time. I carried the baby boy for a while. They were so happy to be held so tight. It poured rain. We stopped at a couple of homes and gave out water buckets and bags of rice. They were so appreciative. I think especially in the rain. You don't get out here if it rains much so the fact that the blancs were tweaking through the pouring rain to bring then food and water seemed to mean so much more to them. We were all mud covered and drenched when we returned. I was worried about Berline because she wasn't used to being out in the rain so much. Savanna had carried her almost all the way back. Both Savanna and Berline were good when they got dried off. It was an emotional difficult trip, but so blessed to be a small part of blessing some families with some bags of rice and noodles.

Sunday.

The girls went to church before us because they had Sunday school. We went up when we heard the singing start. It wasn’t raining but definately overcast all day. Berline sat in my lap. I spotted her brother pretty quick. He has these beautiful big eyes you can't miss. When I made eye contact with him, he would grin big. Berline feel asleep on my lap almost immediately. She slept the whole time. Mark preached. Agathe interpreted. Mark did a great job. He preached from Ephesians 4:17-32.
17 So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. 18 They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts. 19 Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, and they are full of greed.
 20 That, however, is not the way of life you learned 21 when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. 22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.
 25 Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body. 26 “In your anger do not sin”[a]: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, 27 and do not give the devil a foothold. 28 Anyone who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with their own hands, that they may have something to share with those in need.
 29 Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. 30 And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31 Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

It was very real to me. Pastor Moise ask the blancs to stand as his congregation prayed over us. I really lost it here. My  precious Savanna did to. Nothing could be more humbling than to come here and have an entire congregation of Haitians praying over you. It was incredible powerful and moving. I am not worthy of their prayers.
After church we fed the congregation rice and beans. They waited almost an hour so patiently for the food to be ready. They got rice & beans, chicken leg, spoon full of noodles with peppers and mayonnaise. We did not give them a drink. I'm not sure how many we fed. I would guess over 300. When we ran out of chicken, we made peanut butter wraps.
Daphne helped me find Berline’s grandma. It's so amazing how much I can communicate with these incredible people without being able to speak Creole. Daphne told her grandma that I was adopting Berline. She smiled, laughed and hugged me over and over. She was a very tiny woman. Agathe came over and helped me talk to her. She lives with a man and her youngest son probably 13 but looks 10. His name is Jean (John) Gary and Berline's brother, Jonson. I gave her a backpack full of shirts, shorts, candles, and candy for the boys. She was again smily, happy, and hugged me. I gave her a necklace with an angel on it. She said she was not allowed to wear jewelry that pastor Moise did not allow it. I told her to hang it in her wall that it was just a gift. I wish I had given it to her mother but she took it nervously. I ask if I could bring her something special when I returned. She said she loves everything. Agathe explained tome she was very simply and plain. It was a joy to be with her. She talked a little of Berline saying she was rude because she would not eat when she was given food. I have seen Madam Magdela force feed her noodles. She just chews and chews. I also saw her hide a sweet potato under her leg while at the table and sneak it outside and throw off porch as she walked past. She is so tiny and obviously doesn’t require a lot of food.
After the congregation ate, they again waited for their name to be called for a bag of rice and noodles to take. Some names were called to receive a water bucket. Many hung out for a long  time after church. Again, it was a joy to be with them.

You can really tell the girls in the orphanage are celebrities. They just stand out in the crowd as healthy and happy. I do worry a little about Danyse. She is the quietest of the group. Her little belly button is severly herniated. The others made fun of her. They were all called into Rico’s office later that night and several got fussed at for it. She is in her room on her bed a lot. I took her down a new pair of black shoes we brought, someone had given to me to share. She seemed happy about them. Later in the day we took a short walk to Valencias moms house that mark had built in march. The rain began just as we left the orphanage. Agathe took Emma and Berline back for me. It was raining hard.
The house was a small 2 room plywood small building. She was so proud of it. This woman is happy all the time. She is just a joy to be around her. It was raining so hard. Benita's brother joined our group. He is about 16 or so. He loved talking to Savanna. We kept our eyes on him.:)

Our room was a hot spot several nights. Faguelin, Benia, Merline, and Lenia hung out, played in iPods. We were happy to have them around.  I loved watching Berline at night when everyone was gone. She would sit on the bed and play with Barbies. She changed their clothes and lined them up. I loved that she lines everything up just like Emma does. She claimed the little bag of stuffed animals Grampsie sent. She would put them in circles on the pillows like they were going to bed. It was sometimes overwhelming to just sit and watch her be a little girl and have babies and toys to play with probably for the first time ever. She seemed to enjoy being alone playing too. I imagine that doesn't happen much here. The girls forgot to take her to the potty before she fell asleep so I woke her up and carried her to the potty and brought her back and put her in bed with me and Rob. She is perfect.  I decided it was my turn to snuggle her all night.



Monday - beach day
“This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Due to all the rain, the water and trash wash to the ocean. We decided to take the girls to a hotel swimming pool in Jacmel. The view was beautiful. I took so many photos.  It was wonderful. Only 3 of the 26 had ever been to a pool or restaurant before. It was a day of pure joy. The girls loved it. Hippolite and Valencia’s mom loved it too. They both swam and swam. Valencia’s mom laughed so much. You could tell this was a new experience for her. Berline finally got in if we held on to her. She wasn't too sure of it but I think she trusted me and knew I wouldn't let anything happen to her .you had to pay attention to all the girls. They struggled with figuring out the water and it's buoyancy. Savanna held Nieca. She struggled to keep her feet down as Savanna held her. Savanna also played with Fagueline. She almost had her swimming. I was so happy that Savanna made that connection with her. All the girls got a shredded chicken sandwich with tomato, onion and ketchup with 7 up. It was a huge sandwich and most of them ate it all. After lunch (which took a long time to get because they cook over such a small fire) the girls swam some more. There was a shower(cold) outside. The girls played in it too. I held Berline in the pool. She would reach her hand around my neck and play with my pony tail. The chlorine made it feel slimy. She couldn't figure it out. After a perfect day, we headed home. All the girls feel asleep almost immediately in the truck.   
When we returned, the team spent some time together sharing on the roof.  This was a treasured time since we hadn't been able to do this much because of the rain. No stars though because of the clouds. I loved being in Haiti with this group of people.  Everyone had a servant’s heart. We ended the day playing with the girls, popping popcorn for them, and they watched The Cat and the Hat. I had brought several new movies for them including The Cat and Hat and Veggietales. They loved The Cat in the Hat. It's funny to watch them stare intently at an English movie when you know they don’t understand it.
Berline feel asleep between Savanna and Emma immediately after I kissed them all goodnight. I love a girl that loves to sleep.

Tuesday- The team leaves
The day started early(6:00) as Merline woke us up to get Berline her bath and ready for school. The sun comes up around 5:30.  I stirred every morning around 5:00. You hear the trucks on the mountain road, Madam Magrela begining breakfast, a few girls downstairs waking up. The rest of the team was getting ready to head home. Several girls were crying when they pulled away in the truck but I was surprised to see how quickly they bounced back. Berline was eating breakfast. She had already had a banana and granola bar upstairs. Madam Magrela was standing over her spoon feeding her the morning breakfast of flavored spaghetti noodles. I hate I can't speak Creole. I wanted her to know she had a good breakfast already. The girls were soon scampering for jackets because it was time for school and it was raining. My goal is to bring rain jackets to all the girls in September when I return.
After doing a little clean up and sorting of clean and dirty cloths and sorting all the food left behind, Agathe came to visit. She was truly sent to us by God. We learned so much about Haiti, Berline's family, the girls and this mountain called Camatin. She and her husband Rowland - our security and guide took us on a walk to Berline's grandma’s house. We walked behind the school and church through a beautiful valley about 45 minutes. Berline was at recess. It was fun to wave at her at school. She was so happy to see us walking by. The walk was long and hard. I just kept thinking that her brother walks this crazy long rocky, hilly path to school everyday and family walks to church 4 times a week this way. We passed Nieca’s house on the way. Niecas mom is Berline's father’s sister. There was a tiny little girl we gave suckers to. We passed Cadonia’s home and greeted her family. We walked up hills and through valleys.  It was amazing to see all the gardens that had been planted on the side of this mountain.  No tractors, no tillers, and probably old garden tools or pieces of garden tools.  These people work so hard to survive. Whenever I made a comment to Agathe about how hard life was here she always said "it's just life".  She is right and somehow I am sad. It makes me think of the words- live simply so others may simple live. We arrived at Berline's home to find a neighbor babysitting her baby boy cousin Ti- Jacque (little jack). It was such a blessing to have Agathe these 2 days without the team. The elderly man that lives with her grandma brought us out chairs to visit and wait for her aunt and grandma to return from the market. I almost immediately ask to hold the baby boy. He came to me with ease. I gave him a sucker and sang to him. He was pretty content just sitting with me. Rob gave him some baby toys and put some rattle socks on him. He loved them. Emma and I took several pictures if her home. It was pitiful to think that grandma, boyfriend, jon-son, John-Gary (uncle 13-14), her aunt and the baby all lived in this 2 room house. And I use the word house loosely. They had a latren dug but no building or wall around it. The kitchen was a make shift shack of leaves and wood.
The grandma and aunt showed up after about 15 minutes. Grandma immediately greeted me with hugs and kisses. She was so honored that we made a point to visit her. She apologized for Berline's grandpoppi was not there. We visited with the help of Agathe for a while. I told her we left a few trinkets on her bed - a pillow, jar of peanut butter, a shawl scarf, etc. Nothing at all of significance just things to show her we care about her. Right now, we are not allowed to do anything for Berline's family. It could look like to the government that we were buying their child. We didn't do anything above what we had been giving out during other mission walks. I had given her a scarf for her head on Sunday and she had it on. I was happy to see she liked it. Jonson and Jean Gary showed up from school soon after grandma did. We hugged on them and gave them some suckers. John son just smiled and smiled. We walked back to the orphanage on a different path but just as rocky and hilly. We greeted a few folks in the way back and handed out what chapstick (gloss), suckers, and crackers we had left. There were several young boys we had passed. I ask Agathe why they were not in school. She said they could not afford the $35 uniform. I don't know how to help. I am just sad these boys will grow up without knowing how to read and write and survive by working a small piece of land. Ceasespan ronse! - stop the madness!
We met Berline's uncle (her dads brother- the hole digger) on our way back. It was good to see him again. I think they said his name was Saintebian.
Berline was awaiting us when we arrived back at the orphanage. We spent the afternoon playing with the girls. We did the chicken dance. We all taught them the cupid shuffle.  They loved it and caught on so quickly. They taught us an under over dance. Emma taught several how to do a back bend. They were very impressed with her and obviosly hadn't seen anything like it before. Savanna spent the day with Fagueline. They have definatly made a serious bond. Madam Magrila made our family a delicious dinner of rice, beans, chicken legs, French fries, fried white sweet potatoes, picklies, plantains, and white pineapple. This was a huge spread. We were very appreciative and thanked her with a peanut butter, nutella, and honey wrap for a dessert later. She smiled graciously. I tried to help her wash our dishes but she just said no with a smile.
We played 123 tickle on the porch with all the girls then Agathe came and invited us to go on a walk to see the house she was building near by and meet her neighbors. It was a nice shirt walk. Her house is made of block and only half finished. They work on the house as they have the money. She has a nice garden and showed us all her plants - coconut trees, green lemon trees, cucumbers, corn, green peppers, hot peppers, pumpkin, sweet potatoes, and several things I hadn't heard of before. I stepped on a small ant hill and really regretted it. I have some scars to prove it!  Flip flops and ants don't mix. We visited a neighbor - very poor young couple who was pregnant. We sang happy birthday to her. She was happy and laughed at our singing. The Haitians we have met are so beautiful inside and out. They are hard working people just trying to survive.
We walked back to the orphanage and said our goodnights to the girls and loved on our little girl. We all crashed by 9:30.

Wednesday
Another great day with one major exception. Savanna woke up so sick. She spent the day in bed with stomach and head ache.  After Berline left for school our family just hung out and rested. I  spent time on the roof with Emma just resting and talking. When Berline came home from school, we went for a walk with Agathe and Rowland. We walked to Fagueline's home. Her dad invited us to stay. He sent one of his sons up the coconut tree. That's right. He shimmied up the coconut tree in about 3 minutes. Easily 50-60 feet off the ground. He threw some coconuts down. Her dad had another son he had get some water to wash his huge knife before cutting the coconuts so we wouldn't get sick. It was very humbling. I told Agathe he was being too kind and I ask her if we could pay for the coconuts. She said he was a good man and just trying to be a good host. We could not pay him but not to worry because he will be blessed because he is good to so many. We all had coconut water straight from the coconut. It was okay. I drank half of mine and took the rest back for savanna to try. She did not love it. Rob drank all if his. We were very honored by this gift. After thanking him graciously we walked back to the orphanage. We stopped at the roadside market and Agathe bought some mangos. We spent the rest of the day with the girls coloring and playing. Berlines grandma showed up while the girls were in their afternoon french class. She had brought Berline's grandpa to meet us. It was again how much communications took place without speaking. We showed him the photos we had brought of our home and some pictures of Berline. He laughed when he saw one of her with her hand on her hip. We gave him a copy of it we had. We gave them a waterbottle full of koolaid, a couple of packs if crackers and  2 of Robs tshirts he had left.

Thursday, We have to leave
We awoke around 4:00.  The truck was leaving at 5:00.  I was so grateful to of had these 2 extra days here alone with the girls.  I am thankful for the hospitalilty of Agathe and Roland, Madam Magrila, and Alfred for driving us down the mountain.  I was such a blessing to be with our little girl longer.  Rob woke her early.  She quietly whispered “good morning”.  She sat up and looked around for Emma.  She then called out Emma and patted the pillow next to her.  Oh how I wish she was going home with us today.  I want to talk to her and make sure she understands how much we love and how much we are going to miss her.  I want her to know Jesus said: “
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.´  Jeremiah, 29:11. I believe in my heart that God has a plan for her to be a part of our family in a bigger way than this long distance relationship.  I just pray it is sooner than later.  It is so hard to be so far away from her. It was very difficult to leave her.  The girls had a really hard time getting on that truck.  It was difficult, but bearable.  I really felt the prayers being lifted up for me by so many friends back home.  After a long delay in PAP and a longer delay and 2 flight changes, we finally made it home around 2:00 am.  It was nice to be home, but I found myself wishing I was still on that mountain.   

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns

These are the lyrics to an awesome song!

Oh, what I would do
to have the kind of strength it takes
To stand before a giant
with just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound
of a thousand warriors
shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out
my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
time and time again
"Boy you'll never win,
you'll never win."

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"
and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Reality...March 23 by Rob

It is really amazing how God works wonders in your life. All the anxiety and questions of meeting Berline drained away in an instant. It was if we were supposed to be together from the moment she was born. A moment that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

When we bounced down that bumpy road leading to the orphanage my anxiety was building. I was just moments away from climbing down off the truck and walking over to Berline for the first time and saying Hi. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I just prayed a simple prayer asking God to help me find the words. The truck rumbled to a stop and everyone started to get off. I could see some of the girls waiting on the porch away from the gate.

Christy had described to me what arrival was like when she was there in January. Farah would be waiting to kiss you, the rest of the girls would be huddled around waiting to hug you as you entered the gate. You would get your stuff and put it by the door and then spend the next hour meeting and hanging out with the girls. You would eventually be able to go upstairs and claim a room and the real fun would start, experiencing Haiti. It never really worked out that way for me.


As I climbed down from the truck with my video camera in tow I was surprised that none of the girls really made a move toward the gate. Kurt was standing outside and he looked at one of the older girls and told her to go get Berline. I thought to myself is this really happening? I reached for the video camera as she walked out and turned it on. I was determined to capture this moment to share with Christy and the girls. Kurt turned to Berline and said in a broken Creole, "Do you want him to be your poppy and go to the United States?" Berline, in a very soft and sweet voice, said "Wi, I love you poppy" and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. My heart melted! Then she turned and walked off and I was left standing there trying to process what had just happened. I had no idea what to do next!


My First Picture of Berline

A myriad of emotions ran through me. What did it mean? What should I do? Does she really understand what is happening? I carried my stuff upstairs and picked the last room on the right. The room was over the kitchen and connected to the only single bedroom upstairs. I set my stuff on the bed. I was a bit frazzled. I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out the photo album and went back downstairs to find Berline. Berline was sitting in a chair with Faguline. I walked up to her and put out my hand. She took my hand and we walked over to the steps and sat down.


We started going through the photo album picture by picture. In my best broken Creole I would try to tell her who everyone was. We looked at pictures of our family. She kept getting Christy and Savanna confused. She would see Emma and call her Eeeema. It was all quiet funny. In the back of the album Christy had included photos from her trip in January of Berline and of the other girls. These photos really caught her attention. For the first time you could see the light bulb come on and I believe that Berline was starting to put things in their place. She remembered Christy! We finished looking at the album and I needed to go upstairs to put my stuff away. This was the moment when everything changed.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The ride of my life...March 23

Port au Prince is a very big city.  It has a population of over 2,000,000 and it is situated in a natural bay that shelters it from most of the effects of hurricane season.  Port au Prince is a pirate town. Jean Lafitte, the last of the great pirates, was born in Port au Prince during the time of the American Revolution. Port au Prince is also a city of contrasts, PĂ©tionville is very rich and modern section boasting shops and restaurants  while CitĂ© Soleil is very poor and destitute with slums and tent cities.  A little of everything can be seen in Port au Prince. 

The biggest thing that I noticed when we left the airport was the tent cities. You pull out onto the main road and immediately there are tents.  Blue tents, white tents, grey tents, pieces of tents that go on for miles.  Tents stacked on top of each other, open sewers, living conditions that seem almost inhumane. People everywhere!  Children in dirty clothes with both sad and smiling faces.  Adults sitting and talking in the shade of garbage piles. This is daily life in Port au Prince. It is a hard life that is full of injustice.

We traveled for what seemed like hours in the back of the truck watching the scenery slowly creep by.  It became monotonous.  The same views over and over - tents and rubble.  I checked my watch and realized that we had been traveling somewhere around an hour.  We continued on and the scenery changed from broken buildings to more grass and trees.  Haiti was starting to look tropical.  We finally made it to the edge of PAP and there was a slow down - A Traffic Jam!  We crept through the back up and finally got to the front of the line where I was able to see what the hold up was.  There was a truck off of the road to the right side.  It appeared that the truck had hit a pedestrian, who was now lying on the ground covered by a sheet with just the top of a head sticking out. People were going on about their business while this poor person's life had just ended tragically.  It is a sad statement on daily life in Haiti.  Conditions are so harsh and people are so used to the difficulties associated with life that death is just another traffic jam.  No sadness, no sirens, no lights, just cars backed up on a highway.

We finally made it to the mountains and the world changed.  Everyone's spirits started to lift and you could tell that each parent was counting the moments until he or she would see their daughter.  We continued up the mountain occasionally passing by kids on their way home from school dressed in different colored uniforms.  Men, women, and children were moving around going from place to place.  Sometimes carrying large loads on their heads, sometimes just walking.  There is no hurry in Haiti. Life is definitely slower and simpler.

We made one final stop on the way in and Alfred, our driver, got out and went to a roadside stand where he bought a bunch of "figs" at the urging of Stacy. Figs are finger size bananas that grow wild in Haiti.  They are gathered by the locals and sold at stands along the road.  The figs were delicious. Sweet and soft, perfectly ripened!  What a treat.

And we were off to the orphanage at Camatin.  We rounded the last bend, started down the hill, and there it was...the fortress on a hill side.  The place I had longed to see for months. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Getting there....March 23!

I knew that March 23, 2011 was a big day but I didn't realize the true impact it would have on me and how it would truly change my life and the lives of my family.

We arrived at McGee-Tyson at 4:30 AM.  I was nervous, excited, anxious, and a host of other feelings that I cannot describe in print.  I was getting on an airplane at 6:00 AM and heading to Miami then on to Port au Prince.  I would meet my daughter later that day. 

We loaded up 22 bags and 13 people and boarded a small jet.  It was dark and the sky was clear.  You could see lights all over Knoxville and the surrounding community. On the plane I sat next to Preston and we chatted about baseball and other random things.  The conversation was mostly a distraction for the upcoming trip.  The flight was uneventful and it seemed like we were in the air for hours before the sun came up.  It was one of the most beautiful sunrises that I have ever seen.  The air was clear and the true beauty of God's creation shown in through the windows of the plane.  Then we landed in Miami, only a few short hours until we would take off and touch down in Port au Prince.

We moved through the concourse at Miami International until we got to Gate 22 at around 8:00 AM. We were one of the first groups to arrive. The gate was empty except for a few bored Haitians sitting around waiting for the journey home. We had around 1 hour and 30 minutes until boarding of the plane for Haiti.  You could tell from the tension in the air that everyone on the team was excited about the flight in.  Some went to Nathan's and got hotdogs and chili for breakfast, some went to the gift shop and bought water, some just sat quietly and made small talk.  I went for a short walk to relieve some of the tension and call Christy.  When I returned to Gate 22 it was slowly filling with passengers that would accompany us to Haiti. At approximately 9:15 AM the boarding started. My group was called and I lugged my carry-on and backpack onto the plane and sat down in Seat 25B for the flight over.

On the plane I sat next to Kurt Rudd.  We chatted through out the flight discussing what and how I should tell Berline that I wanted to be her daddy and that I wanted her to come to the Etazzini and live.  How do you tell a five year old Haitian girl that you want her to be part of your family?  What did she really understand about what was going to happen and what was happening?  What did this crazy blanc want?  What did it mean for her future? What did it mean for our future? In about 2 hours we touched down in PAP.  

Getting off the plane in PAP was uneventful.  I loaded up my stuff but it was like any other airport in every third world country; not a lot of frills, little air conditioning, and lots of people. We boarded a crowded bus and headed to immigration.  We waited in line for a bored government worker to stamp our passports and collect our bags.  We proceeded through the final steps of immigration and it hit me when we walked outside.  I was in Haiti. 

My first impression of Haiti was chaos.  It was like being in Nassau except that no one wanted to braid my hair, no one wanted to rent me a scooter, or "Only $3.00 to ride the water taxi".    We were following a guy named Big, who was our ticket to the Harvest Fields/Whitestone Truck.  We made our way to the truck and everyone kept asking, "So what do you think?"  I really didn't think much at that point except that I feels like I have been here before.  I think the combination of the heat, humidity, dust, and slightly salty tang of the ocean air made it feel like the Caribbean.  The difference was what I saw.

Haiti is not like the rest of the Caribbean.  Most of the time the area surrounding the airport is relatively nice. In PAP the first thing I saw was an older gentleman standing outside of the fence begging for money.  The one thing I immediately noticed was that he was missing a leg.  Then I began to see the condition of the country.  There was trash and rubble everywhere.  There was traffic flying by and roadside stands set up to sell food.  The realization that we were here hit me.  I had a mix of feelings the least of which was nervousness, the most of which was excitement.  My sense of adventure had kicked in and I couldn't wait to see what was ahead on that twisting path that had brought me to this tiny, poor nation in the Caribbean.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

"1..2..3..4..5!" -by Savanna

The first words I got from my baby sister were, "Alo. Alo. 1-2-3-4-5!" Obviously they have been teaching her to speak some English, because she was very excited about being able to count to the number 5. Immediatly after hearing her voice tears began streaming down my cheeks. I am so happy that my dad is there with her this week, and I can't wait to speak with them both later! She may never learn how to say bye though, because after multiple times of trying to say orevoir (bye) she would say "ok, ok" then 2 seconds later she would say "Alo! Alo!" It's great to speak with her for the first time.
Bondeye Bon Tout Tan!

The Most Exciting Phone Call Ever!!-By Emma

On March 23, 2011 I got a phone call from my dad who was in Haiti, but I was really suprised when the phone call was from my little sister Berline. Most of what she said I couldn't understand, but what I could understand was "Alo, Alo" (Hello, Hello) and "Orevoir, Orevoir" (Goodbye, Goodbye). Savanna however was torn apart by the sound of her words. She actually started crying. Her voice to me was soft, sweet, and warming. I don't know if I'll last 2 more months till I see her. I had to call and tell my aunt immediately because I definietly needed to tell someone about this exciting phone call. This was definietly the most exciting phone call ever.!.!.!.!

-BONDYE BON TOUT TAN!!!!!!!

"She's tiny and confused... But so wonderful." - by Christy

I dropped Rob off at airport this morning at 4:30. I got a couple of text that they had landed in Miami and then that they were about to fly out. By 1:00 I had gotten a text that they had arrived in Port Au Prince and they were headed up the mountain. The text that will live forever in my heart came at 3:46 it said "She's tiny and confused." That text was immediately followed by "But so wonderful." Tears just started rolling down my cheeks.

Rob called about 6:15 tonight. He said she already rummaged through his food bag. He said she knew she was now a part of the elite group because she was invited upstairs for the first time. When he called, she got the phone and kept saying "Bonjour" and "Alo". She sounded so happy. I would guess this was the first time she had ever talked on a telephone.

I am so happy Rob is there with her. I can't wait to hear from him again.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Awaiting my younger sister..again.- Savanna

I don't remember what it was like when I was awaiting Emma's birth, because I was only 3 at the time.  Waiting on Berline, and not knowing what the next day will bring is an incredible journey, and will forever be unforgettable.  At times though, it can be very stressful.  I often find myself trailing off from my train of thought to think about this little girl 1,600 miles away.  I can't wait to meet her, and I can't wait for her to be here with us! Learning about the hard things she has to go through, and about her lifestyle makes me realize just how little my life is, and how fortunate I am to live where I do and to live with the people I live with. I am very excited to be a big sister... again.
I love you Berline. I can not wait for you to be with us!