I've been awake and wide-eyed early on this last morning I have here in Haiti. Reflecting on the past 2 months, these are some of the memories that come to mind, like snapshots taken with a camera. Not looking forward to this goodbye, but so looking forward to the sweet hello's. God has done so much in the past 2 months, and I cannot wait to come home and share the stories with you. I'm also pretty excited for a hot shower, just sayin'.
Thank you so much for all your prayers over the past 2 months! See you tomorrow, Chicago.
Rice fields and mountains, sunshine and wind in the pack of the pick-up with some of the dearest girls.
"Spell me! Spell me!"
Michael cuddles.
Competitive games of Trouble with Carl. "No mercy! I gonna champion."
Cooking in a 100-degree kitchen, laughing over the soap suds in the sink, strangers becoming dear friends.
Hope and expectation, nothing is as you imagine. Trust in One who knew the story all along. Watching it unfold in the most beautiful, incredible way.
43 bug bites. Hello, Benadryl.
School days and spelling words and phonics. Chaotic classroom days, unmotivated students.
Bello sounding out words in class.
Receiving packages. Pieces of home.
Clear blue water and sandy beaches, a view that takes my breath away. Our God is an awesome God.
Late nights, wide-eyed with possibility and dreams and hope and the future. Hearing God whisper.
Sunday lunches, strangers becoming sweet friends, laughter around the table.
Abel's protectiveness when walking to market. "Hannah, watch out. There's a motto coming."
Daily morning fights for the big mug.
Voodoo drums and gunshots and crazy drivers. And God's protective hand over it all.
Homesick, tired, burnt out.
Rats in the stove and on the kitchen counter. Geckos on the walls. Late night games with the flashlight.
Boiled water in the big, red tub. Bucket showers with hot water.
Not enough pasta, not enough sauce. 4 loaves and 2 fish. Thankful.
Attempted lesson planning and insecurities and doubts. His grace is sufficient.
Christmas dinner- hot dogs and macaroni. Hershey's chocolates. Chocolate cupcakes. Presents and new clothes and toys. A lit Christmas tree. Crazy, happy, sugar-high children.
Bread and peanut butter.
"Duck Dynasty" movie nights with Jason, Nikki, and Amy.
Spelling words… practice, practice, practice.
Carl, my champion speller.
Hard stories, God's healing.
Hanging laundry on the line, Mayline's sweet heart coming to help me.
Sweet letters from home. Encouraging words. So blessed.
"Pre ye, pre ye…" 4 o'clock singing time.
Maxson's laughter.
Packed bags, awake into the night. Ready for family and hot showers. Not ready to say goodbye.
One last game of Trouble on the orphanage floor in the dark night.
"Domi bien, Mayline. Sleep well."
Abel's sweet letter.
"I will not pee in the shower." 50 lines. 10-year-old boys at their finest.
Pillowcase dresses, early morning sunshine, bare feet on the court. Watching from the window.
Roosters clucking at 2 a.m, mosquitos buzzing, dogs howling. Sleep eluded.
An early morning and the pitter patter of feet. One last mug of tea made. One last morning on the balcony.
The promise of tomorrow, with a future entrusted into the hands that hold all things together.
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