this whole trip has been so much of a dream for me! For as long as i can remember i’ve wanted to go on a mission trip, as a youth group.. now its coming true!
everything feels like a dream.
the flight here felt like a dream, but the hunger pains i was feeling kept bringing me back to reality.. (breakfast for us was at 6 this morning, and there was no stopping for lunch, as we shuffled to each gate… struggling to make sure all 14 people arrived at the correct gate. so a bite here, and a bite there.. was pretty much it.)
getting on to our last flight, where it was 65% Haitians, felt like a dream. but the stiffness that kept setting into my back after 3 hours of sitting, kept letting me know.. this is really happening. this is reality.
arriving.. and seeing the coast line of Haiti, felt like a dream… but the rough landing that followed, reminded me i was VERY much alive and VERY much wanting to LIVE, bringing me back to reality. (yes. the landing wasn’t all that….. smooth.. in fact…. it wasn’t smooth AT ALL! a crash landing looked more like reality then a safe landing at that.. moment.)
stepping off of the plane and hearing fun and lively Haitian music greet our ears, all felt like a dream. but the soreness of my feet as i stood in line at customs.. and the hunger pains in my stomach kept telling me that THIS REALLY TRULY IS REALITY!
it felt like a dream as we stepped out of the airport and a whole bunch of Haitian’s in red, rushed us, pulling on our luggage, trying to “help” us carry our many suitcases (for a small fee of course, and we were told to NOT let them help us) felt like it was a dream, until the panic that gripped my heart as my suitcase is grabbed from from my hand and the look of slight panic on Phil’s face, told me that i’m Defiantly NOT dreaming! this is reality.
it felt like a dream as Ranita and i climbed into the front of the truck with Jamie, Emily, Tom, and our Host, while the others piled onto the back of the small bed with all our MANY suitcases, and we watched the Haitians go about their lives on the streets of Port-au-Prince, (after a VERY long stare our way) as we watched the many uniquely colored vehicles drive by us. it still felt like a dream, as we sat in plain terror as motorcycles whizzed by us and trucks pulled in front of us with barely 5 inches to spare (sometimes even less).. and we wondered if we would even make it to Blue Ridge Missions, but the heat that struck us as Ranita opened the door, once we DID arrive (thankfully safe and sound.. errr sound of body… not sure about our sound of mind.. 🙂 ) and the sweat that immediately started trickling down my back and face, assured me that. this. is.REALITY.
so yes dear readers. this IS TRULY reality. (whether i believe it or not) and its reality for the next 10 days.
and yes we made it safely, we didn’t miss any of our flights, yes we were hungry.. but the dinner here at Blue Ridge was amazing and VERY satisfying! the Coca-cola’s are HUGE and VERY refreshing. the heat is bearable, now that there’s a breeze, and yes its so wonderful to see dear Allison and Audrey again, in their lovely braids and dark tans. and yes. its been a very long day and as i type, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for the showers to open up.. then to go to bed. and no there is no air conditioner. just fans. and did i mention the breeze?!
oh! and if anyone was wondering we are on the same time frame as you folks in VA.
thanks so much for your prayers! we could feel them lifting us up the whole way.
and so ends my impressions of day 1.
thanks for reading! we’ll try to post photo’s regularly.. and while i could do it tonight.. i’m just too tired and too lazy. so hopefully tomorrow, there will be photos.
Blyss for the rest of the youth group