While I was gone, I wrote emails every day. I've decided to share parts of them here, but now that I sit down to do so, I am reluctant. The part of me that did not want to talk about it ahead of time still does not want to talk about it afterward. I'm just a girl. I can't change the world. I was scared I would not succeed, but I did not know what success would be. I went with only one week to give, to do only what was in front of me. We stayed at an orphanage, Maison de Lumiere, which means The Lighthouse. We organized supplies in 'the depot' and my friend cleaned some rooms in preparation for them to be classrooms in the coming school year. We got to be a part of the neighborhood feeding progam three times. I saw kids who were rescued from the streets of Port Au Prince now serving other hungry, desperate kids. We played, made crafts, laughed, talked, and learned more about our amazing God. I also saw the orange hair that comes with malnutrition and heard the cries of a child being beaten. I saw the makeshift toys and the cramped cinderblock homes of the families that live in the ravine. I saw.
Knowing me, this may be the only time that I do share. So, if you'd like, if you really want to 'hear' what I had to say, I'll email the emails to you. Otherwise, be satisfied with this small part of what I wrote on Wednesday and after I got home.
How am I doing? For me, I am so-so.