I've been trying to think of way to describe the past 2 months of my life. Many people have already asked how it was in Haiti. I can only say good or great and then tell a few stories. I know that I have changed, but I'm not sure yet of how much. So for now I will share a few stories and leave the life lessons for later.
Teaching was difficult for me. In the beginning I especially became frustrated often and cried a few times about my inadequacy. I had trouble controlling the kids and getting them to respect and listen to me. It was halfway through the summer that my views changed somehow. I had to give an assessment of what the kids where learning to one of the Canaan Orphanage staff. At first I was frustrated about this because I had felt pressure to come in and make a difference. However, after praying one night I realized that I had been trying to get approval or affirmation from the kids. I wanted them to like me. I also realized that I wasn't doing my best but just trying to get through the day. From this point on, I changed my attitude about teaching. I had the kids write about some of the things they had learned from previous classes and realized that they remembered the stories and activities more than the concepts I had taught them. So I worked toward more activities and more stories. Although I still had trouble getting the kids to always behave, I lost my fear of what they thought of me and soon they began to respect me and even talk to me outside of class without me seeking them out. I even enjoyed teaching the last few weeks I was there! Of course, that doesn't mean that I'm going to be a teacher or even want to be one, but I did find my place in the job that was assigned to me over the summer.
I got sick often. From the kids and the water. There was a period of 4 straight weeks that I had some health issue. If ever God leads me back to Haiti, I will have to ask Him to boost my immunity.
I couldn't figure out how the Haitians view whites. Anytime I was outside of Canaan, I was called "blau" which means white. I became part of everyone's conversation when I passed by. Kids would ask me for money, candy, my watch, hat, or anything that was in sight that they wanted. Once when I was by myself running, some boys threw rocks at me. Adults would either smile or point at me and yell something I didn't understand. I'm sure if I knew Creole, I could work toward changing their view of whites, but in just two short months, there wasn't much for me to do except take whatever they threw at me.
Haiti is a beautiful country. The Caribbean Sea is so clear and the mountains are green and lush. It is like entering into a different world. However, Port-au-Prince is still in terrible shape. Buildings are still in crumbled pieces on the side of the road. There are piles of rubble and trash all over. Tent communities span the parks and fields. The roads have pot holes and bumps. It still needs loads of help, not just money wise, but heart wise. The people take the law into their own hands and cause riots, steal, and do whatever they want. God's love is needed in their life. That is the only way that the country of Haiti will change for the better. Please pray for them '
that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God's mystery, which is Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.'
Thank you always for your prayers and commitment to me and God's calling for my life.
Amy