Haiti Day Eight (final)

Well, my last night in Haiti. A new group from Altadena, CA arrived today, 16 of them, so the house is full. I was enjoying the bathroom all to myself, but now I must share. But don’t feel sorry for me, I will be home tomorrow night, safe and sound in my hubby’s arms.
Today I did what I do best, taught Zumba to Louisetta and Linda. They laughed so hard that they could hardly do their cooking. I then helped Debbie with admin work for the church and the classes she will be teaching. I was hoping to be able to teach English, but the classes were on break. Next time.
I also help Sem (our interpreter) with music charts. Sem is on the worship team as the keyboard player and learns all the songs by listening. He does read music so I printed out some charts and he couldn’t believe it. So my training at East Hill is paying off. I would love to bring a worship team here to play with them. Last Sunday they sang Shout to the Lord in English. We all loved it.
This morning I was listening to Healer while going through my photos and became very emotional. Louisetta saw me crying. That song says it all for Haiti. She does need healing. God has not abandoned her or her people. The poverty here is intense. But what Foursquare is going here will help its people rise up. As we teach self sustaining projects like Talapia farming, raising chickens for eggs and meat, and hydroponic gardening they can find dignity in sustaining themselves. There are plans for a bakery right on the church property that they will eventually sell. Debbie and I discussed a “market” where we can bring in hand crafted items to sell. The kids at Children of Promise can make art projects that we can market to help it raise funds. The possibilities are limited. Yes I said limited. They live under bad government leaders that do nothing but take from them. One day a leader will be good to them and they will rise up out of ashes of their poverty and find opportunity.
Thank you all for supporting me. I do want to come back. More work is needed.