Missing a lot today.
Missing little brown hands and a heavy head lying on my shoulder. Missing skinny arms wrapped around my middle and hushly spoken words in rapid Kreyol.
Missing skinny brown bodies running in and out of the boys shower with giggles as I walk by. Missing night time worship sang from the heart of children who live in the orphanage.
Missing the sweet, acrid smell of smoke mixed with a warm breeze. Missing a blue, blue sky and the heat of the Caribbean sun beating down on my super-white skin. Missing the cacophany and chaos that is PAP, and the hang-on-the-edge-of-your-seat-craziness that is the traffic there.
Missing the crow of the 3am rooster and the beat of the drums waking me up at 12am, despite their malevolent meaning.
Missing the cool saltiness of a clear to aqua ocean and the piercing rocks under my feet.
Most of all miss the sounds of praises to Jesus lifted up to the heavens as worshippers sing their guts out, worshippers who have known more heartache and more poverty and experienced more loss than most of us will experience in a lifetime.
Can't wait to be back.
I'm missing Haiti too. Thanks for such descriptive words of the smells and sounds that decribe Haiti so well.
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