On the fifth day after I had arrived in Gressier, Haiti, our translator asked me a great question: “What have you learned this week?”
I don’t think I was even halfway through processing what we were doing each day as we got up and spent the day working with fear and trembling. Now that I’m back, I asked myself that question again…What have I learned?
I learned that Haiti is not Africa.
I learned that children love unconditionally across the globe. They simply wish to be loved back.
I learned that the love of God is enough. Enough to walk away with, enough to break language barriers, enough to change lives.
I learned to live a better story. To fill my pages with adventure rather than a weekly trip to the beauty parlor.
I learned to never forget the stars and the majesty of the artist who created them.
I learned that community makes all the difference.
I learned that what is lost can always be found.
I learned that obedience and trust are always worth the risk.
I learned that there is always beauty to be found in brokenness.