It's hard to not feel like a failure. After working so hard to be accepted and finding out after eight months that you're no more accepted than when you first came. Days like today make me want to crawl in a hole and pretend I never tried. Weeks like this make me wonder why I ever bothered.
Did I make a difference? Am I any different than the hundreds of others that come through to do their "good work"? Is being here long term anything different than short term? I am still going to leave and life will go on as if I were never here.
So why bother? Why did God call me here? Did I do all He wanted me to do here? Or did I fail? Is my failure just because of how things are or because I didn't live up to my calling? Did I not rely on God enough?
And how do you return home feeling like this? How do you explain to those waiting at home for your incredible God-filled stories? How do you explain that you didn't live up to what you thought?
But that's just it. All those thoughts are all about me. Is this just the enemy trying to distract me in this last week here?
I know there were God-filled moments. I know I saw Jesus in a smile or little hand. I know that though I may not have made giant waves, I did make small ripples and we have no way of knowing what God can do with that. I have to leave here knowing and trusting that this is all God's work anyway and these are his kids. His people. And I am His as well.
So I leave my hiding place with humility and grace and trust Him to do all He wants in me and through me this last week here in Haiti.
"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to make many ripples"
- Mother Teresa
"I can do all this through him who gives me strength."
- Philippians 4:13
"I keep me eyes always on The Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken."
- Psalm 16:8
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Coming Home
Two weeks from now I will be boarding a plane and leaving this beautiful country I have called home for the last 8 months or so. I don't know how to describe all that has happened in the last couple months to bring me to this place... That may come in a later post. I just know that flying over these beautiful mountains and saying goodbye will bring a rush of mixed emotions.
My time here has been such a wonderful experience. I have learned so much about Haiti, the Haitian people, ministry life, working and living closely with others and of course about myself and my relationship with God. I have experienced joy like never before and my heart has filled with love to depths I never knew existed. I never thought I'd ever be ready to leave this place and that brings a lot of questions and doubts. I do know though that I am in no way ready to close the door on Haiti forever. This place is still home to me and probably always will be but I need a break.
I could head back to Haiti as soon as August or September or it may be in the more distant future. I may come back with these kids who are now part of my heart or it may be somewhere else in Haiti. I may work for awhile in the States and come back in years to come. For now I just know that I am coming home for a couple months to pray about this and get some perspective outside of the chaos of life here.
While I am sad to be leaving the kids here I am so looking forward to seeing and spending time with my family and friends at home. I am looking forward to worshipping with my church family each Sunday. I'm looking forward to a New England summer and all that it brings. I'm looking forward to replenishing my spirit and seeing what is next. I know He knows.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
It's been nearly three months... How did that happen???
Not too long after I last posted I went home to visit for a couple of weeks. I had mixed feelings about going home. Of course I was excited to see everyone but I had also grown to love my life here. I was nervous that if I went home I wouldn't want to come back here. I was nervous that I wouldn't fit into life there anymore. I was nervous about enjoying the comforts of home too much. But I left the 90 degree sunny days for what ended up being three weeks of endless snow. I think in the few weeks I was home it snowed 7 feet and Boston broke the record for the snowiest winter ever. Guess I didn't miss winter after all!
I had no problems adjusting right back to life in the States although it took a couple days I get used to driving again- especially in the snow! had planned to be home for two weeks but because of all the snow my time was rushed and I ended up staying for an extra week. I was overwhelmed by all the family and friends who wanted to see me. It was great to catch up and share stories and just be loved on by everyone. By the end of that extra week though I felt ready to back.
Going back was harder than I thought though. I didn't see that coming. It didn't help that my luggage was lost for a few days. I felt out of place and couldn't get back into the groove here. Things I used to love now drove me crazy and I struggled for a couple weeks. I really wasn't sure if my heart was here anymore. How could I go from wanting to live here for multiple years to not being sure if I will even make it to the summer...in just three weeks time?! What happened? I decided that I would stay till the summer no matter what and we will see what happens from there. There will lots of changes here with people leaving and new ones coming. My funds run out in July also so if I do stay I will need to fundraise again for another year.
Then one weekend I got to visit some of the people from my first two trips at the guesthouse where I first fell in love with this place. It was up there on the roof that night that my heart remembered why I love it here. It was that roof where I first fell in love with the roosters and sunrises and sunsets. It was that roof just a year ago that I prayed about my second trip and then on that second trip, about moving here. All those initial feelings came back and I felt alive again.
God knew this timing because it was the next week that I had to unexpectedly go home for my uncle's funeral. If it had been even a week before I would have packed all my bags and left for good but God had other plans. He allowed me to fall in love with this place again before I had to return home. I went home for a week and spent the much needed time with family during a very difficult time. And when it was time to return to Haiti again, I had no problem going back or jumping right back into life here. I was still in love.
More obstacles have come up that try to make me want to leave but I just see it as all the more reason to stay. Clearly the enemy doesn't want me here which is all the more reason for me to push forward... knowing that God still has work for me to do here.
Here are the last few months in pictures...
Not too long after I last posted I went home to visit for a couple of weeks. I had mixed feelings about going home. Of course I was excited to see everyone but I had also grown to love my life here. I was nervous that if I went home I wouldn't want to come back here. I was nervous that I wouldn't fit into life there anymore. I was nervous about enjoying the comforts of home too much. But I left the 90 degree sunny days for what ended up being three weeks of endless snow. I think in the few weeks I was home it snowed 7 feet and Boston broke the record for the snowiest winter ever. Guess I didn't miss winter after all!
I had no problems adjusting right back to life in the States although it took a couple days I get used to driving again- especially in the snow! had planned to be home for two weeks but because of all the snow my time was rushed and I ended up staying for an extra week. I was overwhelmed by all the family and friends who wanted to see me. It was great to catch up and share stories and just be loved on by everyone. By the end of that extra week though I felt ready to back.
Going back was harder than I thought though. I didn't see that coming. It didn't help that my luggage was lost for a few days. I felt out of place and couldn't get back into the groove here. Things I used to love now drove me crazy and I struggled for a couple weeks. I really wasn't sure if my heart was here anymore. How could I go from wanting to live here for multiple years to not being sure if I will even make it to the summer...in just three weeks time?! What happened? I decided that I would stay till the summer no matter what and we will see what happens from there. There will lots of changes here with people leaving and new ones coming. My funds run out in July also so if I do stay I will need to fundraise again for another year.
Then one weekend I got to visit some of the people from my first two trips at the guesthouse where I first fell in love with this place. It was up there on the roof that night that my heart remembered why I love it here. It was that roof where I first fell in love with the roosters and sunrises and sunsets. It was that roof just a year ago that I prayed about my second trip and then on that second trip, about moving here. All those initial feelings came back and I felt alive again.
God knew this timing because it was the next week that I had to unexpectedly go home for my uncle's funeral. If it had been even a week before I would have packed all my bags and left for good but God had other plans. He allowed me to fall in love with this place again before I had to return home. I went home for a week and spent the much needed time with family during a very difficult time. And when it was time to return to Haiti again, I had no problem going back or jumping right back into life here. I was still in love.
More obstacles have come up that try to make me want to leave but I just see it as all the more reason to stay. Clearly the enemy doesn't want me here which is all the more reason for me to push forward... knowing that God still has work for me to do here.
Here are the last few months in pictures...
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| Beautiful tree flower at the beach |
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| My daily work with Herode |
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| Out baby feeding (photo taken by a visiting group member) |
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| Leaving Haiti |
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| Grass!!!! (In Ft. Lauderdale) |
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| Reuniting with my niece and nephew |
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| Sibling game night |
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| Snow |
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| Lots more snow! |
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| back in Haiti! |
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| Homework time |
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| Love my time with the kids |
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| They didn't have enough bikes for all so they created a train |
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| Wahoo Bay beach day |
Thursday, January 15, 2015
A Glimpse into the Ravine
"Blan! Blan!"
I turn to see a half naked child reaching their hand out to me with a big smile. I smile back and say bonjou. As I navigate the narrow alleyways leading to the ravine my arms are rubbed, my hair is stroked, and I've given too many high fives and fist pumps to count. I've weaved my way around men pushing wheel barrows, women with heavy water buckets on their heads and tables of various products being sold- anything from flip flops, to fruit and veggies, alcohol, and clothing.
There is music blaring from speakers around each corner, dirty laundry water being splashed onto my feet, and the ladies calling out their prices for the food they are selling. I smell the food cooking on the charcoal as we walk through the markets and then have to jump to the side of the road, ducking under an umbrella at a market stand in order to not be run over by the honking truck coming through the narrow street with a moto squeezing by from the other direction.
This is my neighborhood. These are the people I am wanting to get to know and love.
As we come to the end of the narrow alley it opens up to the ravine. The smell goes from the food cooking to rotting food, trash, and sewage. My stomach does a flip flop as I wonder if I will make it across the stepping stones without falling today. I navigate across the rocks, usually with one foot ending up wet and climb the dirt hill strewn with trash as we make our way to the first stop. As we round the corner I see the now familiar faces of the moms and babies. I check to make sure they are all there by looking at each one and greeting them with a smile and bonjou. The moms are sitting on the ground or a rock or a bucket... some nursing and some holding their sleeping baby. I give out vitamins and then find my little ones to smile at and hold. These babies have no language barrier with me. They smile right back and coo and drool and my heart melts.
Then I hear "ann ale" (let's go) and we are off to the next stop. We take our buckets of food and walk down the paved street with the sun on our backs, cross the ravine by bridge this time and then turn down a path that winds between all the tent homes. Just like the market area, there is food cooking on the outdoor stoves, laundry being done in the big silver tubs, kids sitting naked and playing with whatever is on the ground. It's amazing what they can make into a toy. I continue to smile and greet
as many as I can with a "Bonjou, koman ou ye?" (Good morning, how are you?) and of course the kids come out to touch the blan.
We end at our second and final stop and it's usually already full of people, some in the program and others hoping to get the leftovers when we are done. Other days we sit and wait. They come. One by one and then all at once. Some children are with their moms, some come with their siblings or other relatives but they all come with their bowls for us to fill with food. Some stay for conversation and
some go on their way. The Creole can be overwhelming but each day it gets easier... and then I get
overwhelmed again. But I know it will come. I love these people too much not to learn.
As we finish and the crowd dwindles we pack up and weave through the tents back to the main road. Now the sun is full on our faces but our work for the day is done, at least in the ravine.
As we walk back to the school I think about how I get to return to my comforts even if they are modified compared to what I left in Massachusetts. The guys I go out with each day return back to the ravine at the end of the day. That is home. That is their life. They finish in the ravine in the morning, head back to the school to cook for over 400 people, clean and then head back to the ravine. I am amazed at the work ethic of some here. They work so hard for almost nothing. I love these people I work with and I love the people we serve together. It's no wonder why I smile inside and out each day.
No words or pictures can fully describe the ravine and its wonderful people but here is a glimpse.
I turn to see a half naked child reaching their hand out to me with a big smile. I smile back and say bonjou. As I navigate the narrow alleyways leading to the ravine my arms are rubbed, my hair is stroked, and I've given too many high fives and fist pumps to count. I've weaved my way around men pushing wheel barrows, women with heavy water buckets on their heads and tables of various products being sold- anything from flip flops, to fruit and veggies, alcohol, and clothing.
There is music blaring from speakers around each corner, dirty laundry water being splashed onto my feet, and the ladies calling out their prices for the food they are selling. I smell the food cooking on the charcoal as we walk through the markets and then have to jump to the side of the road, ducking under an umbrella at a market stand in order to not be run over by the honking truck coming through the narrow street with a moto squeezing by from the other direction.
This is my neighborhood. These are the people I am wanting to get to know and love.
As we come to the end of the narrow alley it opens up to the ravine. The smell goes from the food cooking to rotting food, trash, and sewage. My stomach does a flip flop as I wonder if I will make it across the stepping stones without falling today. I navigate across the rocks, usually with one foot ending up wet and climb the dirt hill strewn with trash as we make our way to the first stop. As we round the corner I see the now familiar faces of the moms and babies. I check to make sure they are all there by looking at each one and greeting them with a smile and bonjou. The moms are sitting on the ground or a rock or a bucket... some nursing and some holding their sleeping baby. I give out vitamins and then find my little ones to smile at and hold. These babies have no language barrier with me. They smile right back and coo and drool and my heart melts.
Then I hear "ann ale" (let's go) and we are off to the next stop. We take our buckets of food and walk down the paved street with the sun on our backs, cross the ravine by bridge this time and then turn down a path that winds between all the tent homes. Just like the market area, there is food cooking on the outdoor stoves, laundry being done in the big silver tubs, kids sitting naked and playing with whatever is on the ground. It's amazing what they can make into a toy. I continue to smile and greet
as many as I can with a "Bonjou, koman ou ye?" (Good morning, how are you?) and of course the kids come out to touch the blan.
We end at our second and final stop and it's usually already full of people, some in the program and others hoping to get the leftovers when we are done. Other days we sit and wait. They come. One by one and then all at once. Some children are with their moms, some come with their siblings or other relatives but they all come with their bowls for us to fill with food. Some stay for conversation and
some go on their way. The Creole can be overwhelming but each day it gets easier... and then I get
overwhelmed again. But I know it will come. I love these people too much not to learn.
As we finish and the crowd dwindles we pack up and weave through the tents back to the main road. Now the sun is full on our faces but our work for the day is done, at least in the ravine.
As we walk back to the school I think about how I get to return to my comforts even if they are modified compared to what I left in Massachusetts. The guys I go out with each day return back to the ravine at the end of the day. That is home. That is their life. They finish in the ravine in the morning, head back to the school to cook for over 400 people, clean and then head back to the ravine. I am amazed at the work ethic of some here. They work so hard for almost nothing. I love these people I work with and I love the people we serve together. It's no wonder why I smile inside and out each day.
No words or pictures can fully describe the ravine and its wonderful people but here is a glimpse.
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| The ravine: walking between first and second stops |
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| Giving out manba (peanut butter), soup and vitamins |
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| The "baby feeders", Jean Elie, Wisnal and Jude, with the buckets of food. |
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| Heading back across the ravine |
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
A Dream Come True
Jwaye Nwèl!
Merry Christmas from Haiti!
It has been one of those years where you look back and stand amazed at all that God has done in such a short time. It was just last December when I was back and forth about taking aweek-long trip to Haiti. It was that trip in March that changed my life and opened my heart to this wonderful place. I returned to Haiti in June for nine days, and by the end of July I was making plans to move here. I have been living in Haiti for almost three months now, and I absolutely love it.
I came here to teach preschool, 7th and 8th grade math, and 4th grade reading. I was struggling with the teaching and while I did my best, I am just not a teacher. Some people are gifted in this area but it's not where my heart is. I began praying about my role here. I had no doubts about being here in Haiti or at Christian Light School (CLS) but I wanted to do work that lined up with my degree and my heart.
One area at CLS that I had hoped to become more involved in is the Little Angels Nutrition Program, otherwise known as baby feeding. Each day the baby feeders go out into the community and feed children under age three who are enrolled in the program. The children are fed fruits, vegetable and protein—all of which are lacking at home. They are also given vitamins. This is the program here that first captured my heart, but I had only been able to go out once since moving here because of my teaching schedule.
Last month I began to see answers to prayer. I was asked to consider taking over the baby feeding program. When God answers He often answers bigger and better than we could have ever imagined or expected. The idea terrified me but in a way where I would be forced into relying on God alone and not on my own capabilities. As I walk through the street markets towards the ravine each morning now, I can't help but smile inside and out. I have never before felt like I was so exactly where I am supposed to be. I have prayed for the people who live there and have desired to get to know them more—and now I can.
Along with this new responsibility I have also taken over the Child Sponsorship Program. This will include keeping track of the sponsors and their donations, but also at certain times of the year, like Christmas, I will be busy sending out letters and cards from the kids to their sponsors. There is room for growth in this program so it will be exciting to see what God will do.
I will also be continuing to work with Herode each day, but in a more focused way. This is a student who is struggling in class and really needs to have one-on-one attention. So after baby feeding each day, I will be teaching him and helping him build skills to hopefully integrate back into a classroom.
So big changes but I am so happy. I am once again overwhelmed and in awe of how God answers prayers in the ways that are His best for us. At this time of year we are reminded by the Christmas story that God can and will do the impossible. A year ago I didn't even think it was possible to come to Haiti, let alone move here and become a full time missionary. Through prayer and waiting on His timing, He removed all the mountains that stood in front of me and cleared the way. He took my seemingly small prayers and gave me big answers. He heard my heart's cries and put me exactly where I am meant to be. I am humbled and honored that He has chosen me to serve His people here. I am so blessed this Christmas and I pray that you will see the impossible become possible in your lives this season as well.
Merry Christmas from Haiti!
It has been one of those years where you look back and stand amazed at all that God has done in such a short time. It was just last December when I was back and forth about taking aweek-long trip to Haiti. It was that trip in March that changed my life and opened my heart to this wonderful place. I returned to Haiti in June for nine days, and by the end of July I was making plans to move here. I have been living in Haiti for almost three months now, and I absolutely love it.
I came here to teach preschool, 7th and 8th grade math, and 4th grade reading. I was struggling with the teaching and while I did my best, I am just not a teacher. Some people are gifted in this area but it's not where my heart is. I began praying about my role here. I had no doubts about being here in Haiti or at Christian Light School (CLS) but I wanted to do work that lined up with my degree and my heart.
One area at CLS that I had hoped to become more involved in is the Little Angels Nutrition Program, otherwise known as baby feeding. Each day the baby feeders go out into the community and feed children under age three who are enrolled in the program. The children are fed fruits, vegetable and protein—all of which are lacking at home. They are also given vitamins. This is the program here that first captured my heart, but I had only been able to go out once since moving here because of my teaching schedule.
Last month I began to see answers to prayer. I was asked to consider taking over the baby feeding program. When God answers He often answers bigger and better than we could have ever imagined or expected. The idea terrified me but in a way where I would be forced into relying on God alone and not on my own capabilities. As I walk through the street markets towards the ravine each morning now, I can't help but smile inside and out. I have never before felt like I was so exactly where I am supposed to be. I have prayed for the people who live there and have desired to get to know them more—and now I can.
Along with this new responsibility I have also taken over the Child Sponsorship Program. This will include keeping track of the sponsors and their donations, but also at certain times of the year, like Christmas, I will be busy sending out letters and cards from the kids to their sponsors. There is room for growth in this program so it will be exciting to see what God will do.
I will also be continuing to work with Herode each day, but in a more focused way. This is a student who is struggling in class and really needs to have one-on-one attention. So after baby feeding each day, I will be teaching him and helping him build skills to hopefully integrate back into a classroom.
So big changes but I am so happy. I am once again overwhelmed and in awe of how God answers prayers in the ways that are His best for us. At this time of year we are reminded by the Christmas story that God can and will do the impossible. A year ago I didn't even think it was possible to come to Haiti, let alone move here and become a full time missionary. Through prayer and waiting on His timing, He removed all the mountains that stood in front of me and cleared the way. He took my seemingly small prayers and gave me big answers. He heard my heart's cries and put me exactly where I am meant to be. I am humbled and honored that He has chosen me to serve His people here. I am so blessed this Christmas and I pray that you will see the impossible become possible in your lives this season as well.
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| Me holding one of our newest babies in the program... 1 month old |
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Redefining Christmas
Being away for Christmas really makes you rethink what Christmas actually is about and what it means to you.
In a climate where it's perpetually summer it is hard to get in the Christmas spirit. But what actually is the Christmas spirit? As I sit here listening to "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" in a T-shirt and shorts just a week before Christmas, I am pondering what makes it feel like Christmas to me.
Sipping a hot drink and writing Christmas cards at my dining room table while it snows outside...
Making Christmas cookies with the kids and eating way too many...
Finally drinking coffee from the red Starbucks cups...
Going to the hustle and bustle of the mall and hearing the "holiday" music while finding the perfect gifts for loved ones...
Sitting by the tree at night and looking at the twinkling lights...
Watching family and friends receive the gifts they most wanted and hearing the children's squeals of delight...
Snow delicately falling and swirling on the ground as I drive with Christmas music on the radio...
All these are wonderful traditions and I cherish them all but do any of them have anything to do with why we actually celebrate Christmas? Christmas is about the birth of our Savior. A King who lowered himself to be a tiny and helpless baby. A baby born to die so that we can have life. The impossible made possible.
This year as I won't be with family or have the usual traditions, I am forced to rely on this true meaning of Christmas. To contemplate and be joyful for this most wonderful gift of all.
I am not going to pretend... as I sit here writing this I have tears thinking about how much I am missing my family right now. But I also know that I have a Savior who knows this and will bring peace and joy to me as I experience this different Christmas. I know that He has me here at Christmas for a reason so I am looking forward to see what is in store.
They entered the house and saw the child with his mother, Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. (Matthew 2:11 NLT)
Friday, November 7, 2014
He answers
Teaching has been challenging. It's really not my thing and most days I finish and wonder what God is thinking about placing me in this position. I have been doing what I can and probably not relying on God as much as I should be. I really felt a burden to do more in the way of social work but didn't want it to come just from me. I wanted God to lead.
In the last month or so I have been spending more and more time up at the children's home. I have found that after a rough day teaching, I almost always find joy with the children at the home. I have started working one-on-one each afternoon with Herode. He is a five or six year old boy who is in Miss Brittany's special ed class. He is really behind and stuggles even in a small class. So each afternoon I do special exercises to help his left and right brain connect better. We also squeeze one another because he seems to need that and we talk about behavior and how he can better express what he is feeling. So far there has been a great improvement! He still struggles in school but Brittany has reported that he does talk about his feelings more and I have seen him catch on to our exercises quickly. Of course there is a reward treat at the end of each of our sessions but what used to be a bribe is now just a fun reward. Now that we have developed trusting relationship he is a very affectionate little boy and we have quite the bond!
I have also noticed in my math classes that some students are very quick with their math skills and others are having a harder time catching on and get lost in the large size of the class. I have offered tutoring after school to those interested and have loved getting to know them more individually. One even earned a 90% on her quiz after a tutoring session! This may become more of a regular thing now and I'm excited to get to know more of my students and really help them understand and succeed.
My fourth grade class stretched their creative abilities and we wrote a tall tale together as a class project. In the Haitian curriculum there is a lot of repetition and memorization but not much creative or interpretive learning. We first read a tall tale together and then learned about what a tall tale
requires. Then I broke the class up into groups and each group wrote part of the story. It was so fun
to see them get excited about their ideas and putting it together with pictures and finally into a book. The story does not make much sense but it's a story and it is actually a tall tale so that is success! After about four weeks, we have the finished story. They are so excited to have their names on the front cover as the authors.
I am watching another beautiful sunset from our roof right now and hearing the worship starting up for a nearby outdoor church. I absolutely love living here. I usually don't leave this roof without some tears shed in absolute joy. The days can be hard but I cannot believe he has chosen me to live here and serve Him in such a beautiful setting.
Here are more pictures of the kiddos up at the children's home...
In the last month or so I have been spending more and more time up at the children's home. I have found that after a rough day teaching, I almost always find joy with the children at the home. I have started working one-on-one each afternoon with Herode. He is a five or six year old boy who is in Miss Brittany's special ed class. He is really behind and stuggles even in a small class. So each afternoon I do special exercises to help his left and right brain connect better. We also squeeze one another because he seems to need that and we talk about behavior and how he can better express what he is feeling. So far there has been a great improvement! He still struggles in school but Brittany has reported that he does talk about his feelings more and I have seen him catch on to our exercises quickly. Of course there is a reward treat at the end of each of our sessions but what used to be a bribe is now just a fun reward. Now that we have developed trusting relationship he is a very affectionate little boy and we have quite the bond!
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| Herode and I |
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| Herode preaching to us |
I have also noticed in my math classes that some students are very quick with their math skills and others are having a harder time catching on and get lost in the large size of the class. I have offered tutoring after school to those interested and have loved getting to know them more individually. One even earned a 90% on her quiz after a tutoring session! This may become more of a regular thing now and I'm excited to get to know more of my students and really help them understand and succeed.
My fourth grade class stretched their creative abilities and we wrote a tall tale together as a class project. In the Haitian curriculum there is a lot of repetition and memorization but not much creative or interpretive learning. We first read a tall tale together and then learned about what a tall tale
requires. Then I broke the class up into groups and each group wrote part of the story. It was so fun
to see them get excited about their ideas and putting it together with pictures and finally into a book. The story does not make much sense but it's a story and it is actually a tall tale so that is success! After about four weeks, we have the finished story. They are so excited to have their names on the front cover as the authors.
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| Fourth grade working in their group |
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| Their finished story! |
I am watching another beautiful sunset from our roof right now and hearing the worship starting up for a nearby outdoor church. I absolutely love living here. I usually don't leave this roof without some tears shed in absolute joy. The days can be hard but I cannot believe he has chosen me to live here and serve Him in such a beautiful setting.
Here are more pictures of the kiddos up at the children's home...
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| Jean Wilson and I |
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| Magdela dressing up with my bag |
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| Me, Magdela, and Kervenson being silly |
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| Silly Kervenson |
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| Vidlon, my wonderful hair stylist and buddy |
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