Haiti Day 7

Day 7
March 20, 2013

We started the morning with a breakfast of mango, boiled eggs and spaghetti.  I skipped the spaghetti.

The clinic was slower today than most days.  That is a good thing.  It means we have seen most of the people who have a need.  Weslyn having the clinic open when there is not a team here helps with the minor ailments.

Weslyn and her sister joined us for lunch.  We had pancakes and orange slices.

Bill's sister donated Oreos for us to bring for the kids.  We gave those out after VBS.

Dinner was fish with the heads included (skipped that), Haitian potato salad, fried plantains and fried sweet potatoes and of course beans and rice.

After dinner we sat out in front of our building to watch the sunset.  Some kids started calling "Blanc, blanc!"  The word means, "white."   When I looked over, they yelled, "Alleluia" and waved their little arms in the air because we had done that at VBS.  I called and waved back.  This went on for about thirty minutes.  Each time they called to me they had gradually moved closer.  I thought they were just too shy to come over to us. 

When I was taking pictures of the sunset, they were right next to us.  I asked if I could take their picture.  They were all SMILES!  They knew the word, "photo" and would have gone on all night having their picture taken and giggling when seeing it on my camera.

Their clothing was not as nice as the clothing of the kids who were often around the guest house.  One little girl wore a pink dress which I think was just a mans shirt.

Those eyes and that smile

 

Look at this little one striking a pose...obviously not her first photo shoot

 

Fish faces

 



Love is kind - Lanmou janti

 

Dee had taught them to say, "Love is kind" and do motions to the words at VBS.  They were showing me. 

One of the older girls who hangs out around the guest house came over to the three kids.  She spoke Creole, so I can't be sure what she said, but a lot is communicated through tone and body language.  I realized they weren't being shy when they didn't come over to me sooner.  The kids were on the wrong side of the village.  They smiled at me and quickly retreated back to where they started.  I wish one of the interpreters had been nearby.  I wanted to know exactly what the older girl had said and to use my words to let these three sweet babies know how much they are loved.

Again, actions speak louder than words.  Once they were back to "their side" they called out, "Blanc! Blanc!  Lanmou janti!  Alleluia!"  Love is kind.  God's love does not need interpretation.  It is the same in any language.  Alleluia!