A 15 year old girl named Wilda came in for surgery. Wilda was born with some form of Cerebral Palsy. Her mother brought her in to have surgery in hopes that she would be able to walk. At about 8pm, she quit breathing. After 4 times of shocking her heart, it started beating again. However, she was not breathing on her own and her outcome did not look good. The amazing part is how all the Haitians responded to Wilda taking a turn for the worse. They broke into worship, and I mean worship! You could hear their singing all over the mission. As I finally turned in for the night, I fell to sleep with the sound of God's children honoring their Savior. The sounds of crying out for a miracle.
Saturday at 4:30 a.m., the team that came for only one week left. It was sad to see them go, as we have all grown very close.
My day was spent in the minor room, and we were jam up busy! Saturday was supposed to be a slow day, NOT! It turned out to be a fantastic day!
Anxiety? Nope, my God took care of that battle for me!
On Sunday, I finally got to go to the far West! I have been wanting to visit there ever since I started going to Haiti in '06. Everyone that goes there always says it is absolutely beautiful and nothing like the parts of Haiti we get to see coming and going out of the mission. Boy were they right!
Diane, Emily, Pam and myself loaded up in the back of a pick up truck along with the two missionaries, Curtis and Danielle who live out there and and an interpreter.
We crossed the river that is multifunctional. It serves as a laundromat, car wash, bath tub and bathroom!
As soon as we got to our destination we went to church. It was the last day off a week long revival. People traveled for hours to help the church celebrate the revival and also the church's birthday. We sat through a 4 hour service! After church we had lunch at Curtis and Danielle's house. They then look us on a walking tour of the land to show us where their new house is being built along with the future orphanage they will run.
Curtis and Danielle
We also got to enjoy the beautiful water! The water was many different shades of blue and the mountains were gorgeous!
When we got back on the beach, some sea shells mysteriously appeared by our towels while we were swimming. Some of the children on the beach found them and put them on display in hope of making a sale! After some negotiation, I paid $2.00 and a bag of Skittles for a beautiful conch shell!
When it was time for us to load back up into the truck, we had quite a few more passengers than we did on the way in! Some of the people who made the long journey earlier in the day to attend church, hitched a ride back to town with us. Chickens and a dog were part of the group as well!
Sunday was truly a gift from God. It was so nice to see the beauty of His country. Away from the city life, the filth in the streets, the stench in the air, the corruption and the noise, lies a land of mountains and clean water. Another sweet kiss from Jesus.
We found out once we returned to the mission that Wilda had died during our time away.
God gave us a day away from all the sadness of death.
My new "do" compliments of 4 hours in the back of a truck!
Diane, my traveling buddy!
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