Sunday Blessings and the Monday Blues

Isaiah comes whimpering into my room where I am still lounging on my bed. After asking him what  is wrong he cries, "Carol hurt my feelings!" After which the most cutely pathetic wail emerges from his little mouth. "How did she hurt them?" I ask as I wrap him in my arms. He still fits so perfectly. "She told me she doesn't love me anymore!" After a lot of kisses and reasoning he smiles again and then commences to rubbing my back with his little hand while singing about IJoe (his monkey) and ICutie (his robot) and ILovey(his baby doll) and ILightning McQueen (his car). I inquired once as to why all of his toys' names started with I and he said, "Because MY name starts with an I and my name is the Best!"

I have spent the morning in activities as random as the beginning of this blog. My mind doesn't seem capable of settling. My heart is far from Haiti as I message friends and family. Pray for those preparing to say goodbye to a loved one, rejoice with others gearing up for a wedding, share tips with other who are expecting new additions to their families...

I drug myself out of bed long enough to get breakfast together, then trudged back up the stairs and have been lolling on my bed in my jammies, enjoying the wind and sporadic rain left over from last night's storm. 

I've mapped out a shopping plan involving flying to Florida that seems just as ridiculous as the inability to get fresh milk here. I miss baby wipes and sunscreen and cheese. Adam's birthday is coming up and Christmas is around the corner. 

A thousand different decorating options enter and leave my brain for our new little house. They fly through so quickly, I have decided, because it is such a small house.

All of that aside, yesterday was a very good day. :-) Those of you who have been following my notes here know that we have had a terrible time successfully getting to church since we have been here. Well, yesterday we made it!

We visited Port Au Prince Fellowship, where, before the service, I was unimpressed. The majority of the 40+ people there were white. Shocking, I know. But they were all quiet, shy, and seemed either ill at ease or like they felt far above everything around them. I soon figured it was the first. All but three white families were missionary groups in Haiti for a couple of days/weeks. AFTER service went much better when we met the double Erics, two men with several children, happy wives, and ministries set up in Port Au Prince. One Eric has lived here for 7 years while the other is in at just over 1. One runs an organization called Three Angels which has a medical clinic, orphanage, and job training for widows and abandoned mothers. BOTH families home-school and I had a wonderful time visiting with other moms.- Noting how much we miss Wal-mart, how lobstery our children become in the sun, and how blessed we feel to be called to service in Haiti. The children kept running back to me shouting, "MOM, this kid speaks ENGLISH!"  I am elated and hoping to meet up with them again soon, see their ministries, and lend a hand where ever I can.

While introducing ourselves at church yesterday, Abe and I noted how different people were classified. For THEM it was, "Hi, my name is ______. I am with _______ ministries." For us, as soon as Abe said the words, "I moved here for work." A gasp escapes the missionaries lips and they exclaim, "You are WORKING in Haiti?!" Then they ALL felt the need to clarify with, "You mean you are actually getting PAID?!" Funny. Nice to know we are the minority again.