January 2010

We left off when I first arrived in Haiti. Unfortunately, SO many things happened that I’m going to have to simply list as many as possible. If you want to know more about any specific thing, ask me! I would LOVE to tell you more about it! But since there is just an abundance stories, I’m going to have to keep them all brief. :)

  • As Melody said in her testimony during church, as well as her blog, Willie was a sweetheart by pulling both of our suitcases into the house. Let me tell you, these were BIG suitcases. He was even sweet enough to zip up a little section of my bag before rolling it, so that nothing would fall out. :)
  • We were given a tour. I met all of the kids and was PROMPTLY overwhelmed by how many (36) kids there were, and wondered how in the world I was going to get to know them all.
  • A picture was taken, and I was introduced to a bit of Haiti Home of Hope doctrine — choose your battles. The Campbells spent about 15 minutes trying to gather everyone in their Royal’s hats, and finally Mrs. Campbell threw her hands up and said “Bill, forget it. We’re never going to get all of them. Let’s just take the picture.”
  • When pastor handed out gum for the first time, I learned four of the most important Creole words — Vinnie (come), Timon (children), Chiclet (gum), and Merci (Thank you). That about sums up the Creole I learned. The only other words I learned were Dief (fire), and Blanc (white). And how to count to ten, thanks to Melody and her patient coaching on the plane. :)
  • I had to put down a child for the first time around this point. Even that first time, it was hard.
  • I was immediately asked to play soccer, which I eagerly accepted…and was promptly SCHOOLED by each and every one of the boys — whether they were 8 or 14, they were better than me, haha.
  • Melody and I were shown to our room, and were ecstatic to see the Disney Princess posters on the wall. Chrissy and Alina (who were our rommies for the week) were shy for the first hour or two, maybe…but QUICKLY warmed up, haha. Alina (or Lina, what she’s usually called) has a sweet husky voice that matches her mature and nurturing personality, while Chrissy is a fireball of emotions and energy. They were our little sisters during the week, both in fun, adorable moments, and in times of…well…annoyance. :P But of course the times when we loved them outweighed the times when we wanted to get away, hah.
  • That night we played football with some of the older boys, and I *showed off* my hit and miss arm…and aim. I love Melody’s retort to “you throw like a girl” — “throw a little harder and you can too!” — unfortunately this statement only applies to me equivocally (vocab points! Did I use it right? I’m not quite sure that I did :P).
  • This was the first day I suspected Wisley of having feelings toward Melody that weren’t just….brotherly. :P
  • Wednesday morning we got up at perhaps 6:45 to the sound of a rooster. I had my first BLISSFUL encounter with Haitian coffee, a relationship that endured for every morning throughout the whole trip.
  • My fears of hating the food were slaughtered, THANK YOU LORD :) I loved every bite of the Haitian food we were served.
  • The food clinic began that morning, though a little later than usual because there was rain coming. We met Pastor Clebere (hereby referred to as Pastor C because I’m not sure of how you spell his name). He lead the people who came from miles around in a time of singing, prayer, and a short message. When the babies were brought in, Mel and I got to hand out candy, stuffed animals, crayons, and soap while Mrs. Campbell and helpers weighed the babies and handed out food. There is so, so, much more I could tell about these hours. It was…amazing.
  • Directly after the food clinic, we climbed Mt. Pignon. In the words of Melody “It may LOOK like a grassy knoll, but word to the wise — IT’S NOT!” There was a point where I turned back to Melody and said, in 100% seriousness “I really don’t think I’m going to make it. There is no way.”. And I wouldn’t have made it if the boys hadn’t generously stopped for us about…oh…every FIVE minutes. Moral of story: just because you’re skinny does NOT mean you’re in shape. We are in the process of making T-shirts that say something to the effect of “I survived Mt. Pignon”. I will wear it with PRIDE.
  • Frico gave me two flowers on this hike. :) Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to bring them back :(

There is so, so, SO much more to tell!! Every time I start to write one of these it all comes flooding back. It might be a long while before I get it all out, you’ll have to bear with me. :)

Pray for the people of Haiti! Don’t forget, even when the earthquake becomes old news to the rest of the world! Pray that God would use this time to raise up Godly leaders and to open up hearts the to Gospel. Pray that God would give the Campbells, Betsy, and all of the workers the grace and strength to make it through this difficult time. Pray for miracles.

Here is the website if you would like to know the history behind HHH.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this LONG post! :)



Several good AND bad things have happened to me in the past few days.

Let’s start with the bad:

1. I have Ringworm from Haiti. (thanks, Hobbes :P) I may have spread it to several people. *sigh*
2. I ripped the side-mirror off of my car BACKING OUT OF THE GARAGE. *facepalm*
3. I didn’t get the part at the summer camp in Michigan
4. I threw up when I swallowed a vitamin without eating enough food.

Now the good:

1. I got my hair cut EXTREMELY short…and I LIKE it :)
2. I found a perfect pair of khakis and two cute shirts for DIRT cheap
3. I had an amazing afternoon with my sister — that was SO encouraging
4. I found out about an awesome ministry that just might turn into something PERFECT for me. And God answered my prayers about wondering which to do, Michigan or the new opportunity — it’s now much more clear, and I’m excited :)
5. My mom found good cream for the Ringworm, so it’s already feeling better.
6. The throwing up thing wasn’t that bad, and it was over quickly…in fact, I’d totally forgotten about it by tonight when I was trying to tell Mel why my day wasn’t so great, haha.
7. Hanging out with my friends, like tonight, is always so much fun :)
8. Even though Michigan didn’t work out, Charly, the music leader, was SO encouraging and sweet!

…another list….



1. Warm laundry
2. Perfect cups of tea
3. New music (The Bell and the Hammer)
4. Being caught off guard by my hair when I woke up this morning :P
5. “Don’t you know the meaning of propriety?!”


P.S. I promise I’ll do the Haiti blog soon!! :P

Two songs that have meant a lot to me in the past few days. Both were recommended to me by Melody. :)

Watching footage or pictures of Haiti has been rough for me…I was just there. A week before it happened. I can’t express how I want to be there right now, helping, doing something! It’s times like these when I feel, erroneously, that prayer isn’t enough. JUST now, Mrs. Campbell, “Mommy” in Haiti, posted this in her status:

“There are times when prayer is not the most you can do, it is the only thing you can do. This is one of those times. Please pray for the people of Haiti in the wake of this disaster. A dear friend of mine, Craig Jones, posted this on his wall, and I took it from him. Thanks for the reminder, Craig!”.

It amazes me how quickly God can answer a question. :)

Purposelessness has also overwhelmed me since I’ve been back. I feel like I’m missing whispered directions from God. I’m at a big stand-still in my life, and I’ve vacillated between wondering if I’m just being lazy, and convincing myself that I’m “waiting on the Lord”. Either way, after Haiti, life can’t continue how it always has. I’ve known this for awhile now, but Haiti really solidified it for me. And not because people look at me funny when I say I’m not going to college, and not because it’s nice to be busy, and not because it’s what my family or friends expect…but because it’s what God wants. Still, I’m struggling with having peace about it.

In HAPPIER news, hah, I had a crazy conversation with someone yesterday that’s really gotten me excited. Though, it is kind of depressing when 15-year-olds are successfully doing what you wish you were doing, hahaha! Still. I’m excited.

God is good. All the time.


To be honest, I’ve been dreading the day when I would have to (*ahem*, sorry, GET to) write this. It’s not that I didn’t have a wonderful time, or that I don’t want to think about it — it’s just the opposite. I’m dying to go back, so to take the time to write down some of the main stories about the trip and the kids is pretty painful!

Melody and I have talked quite a bit since we arrived back in KC, and we both agree that to be home is a bittersweet thing. It is nice to have a long hot shower, American food, and one’s own bed to sleep in; but it’s not worth the price of not being able to be with the kids any time one wants.

There’s also an overwhelming feeling of…purposelessness now. When I was down there, every moment was used to serve the Campbells or play with the kids. Here, I feel like everything I do is selfish. Pray that I would find ways to use my time wisely, and not forget my purpose wherever I am: to glorify God by enjoying Him forever. :)

Alright! So the trip began on Monday, December 28th at KCI, where the group gathered, tired and a bit delirious at the UNHOLY hour of 5:45. I owe Mr. Poindexter a huge thank you, though, as he recommended I take a NyQuil for my cold on Sunday night, so I got a good solid 8 hours of sleep. Still, my mind does not function properly until about 7:00am, and I will admit I was a bit…”punch drunk”. Excuse my first (of what will probably be MANY) Pastor-ism. That’s what happens when you are around him for a week and a half solid! Speaking of Pastor-isms, I have to note right now that Pastor’s swear word of choice is a good, hearty “GLOOOO-RY!”.

When we arrived in FL, we were greeted by a handful of lovely people from a nearby church. The person I talked to the most was an awesome girl my age named Kelsey Diaz, who had already been to Haiti 3 times. She immediately started coaching Melody and I on what to expect, and filled us in on some important things. For example, she told us that even though they may pretend that they don’t, the kids know exactly what you mean when you tell them you don’t have any more gum.

The next day, Tuesday, was the MFI (Missionary Flights International) flight into Haiti. It was a small plane, a C13 or some such plane-speak, and I had never been on anything smaller than a normal commercial plane, but I was excited! Usually I adore flying. You’ll understand, then, how horrified I was when I woke up Tuesday morning nauseous. Though I didn’t know it then, I’ve discovered now that I react to the anti-malarial medicine I used on this trip. I am adamant that it was NOT air sickness, as the first time I threw up was before we even left FL on Tuesday, in the bathroom of the airport. …this was followed by a repeat performance on the way to the Bahamas…and another couple before we landed in Cap Hatian…until I used not only my air sickness bag, but also Mel’s…and Pastor Borden’s…and Uncle Craig’s…and Chase’s…and Shane’s. GOOD TIMES. When I told this to Jesse after arriving in Haiti, he assured me that I now hold the record in how many barf bags used, something which I am DISTINCTLY proud of.

God is good, though. Let me list the benefits of being sick while on a plane ride to Haiti.

1. Instant sympathy. Except from the pilot-in-training, who, while I was using my fourth bag, stared at me and said “Oh…that’s…too bad.” and walked away.
2. A quicker-seeming flight. I slept for most of the ride, waking up only to puke.
3. I got it out of the way during a time when there was nothing more productive to do.
4. More seriously, I really did feel God’s comfort then. It was a humbling thing, knowing that I had no control over my health — but God kept me (relatively :P) sane through it, and, as an extra answer to prayer, as soon as I was on the Haiti Home of Hope compound, my stomach settled down!

Tuesday afternoon we pulled into the compound after a twenty minute ride in Pastor Francious’s new truck. At this point, everyone’s energy level was up, even after the long day of travel. We were finally in Pignon! Everywhere you looked there was something new to see — cement buildings with tin roofs — some painted in faded, gaudy colors, donkeys and goats, motorcycles speeding by us, and Haitians all around, many yelling “BLANC, BLANC!” (White, white!) as we passed. Mt. Pignon was off in the distance, along with other green mountains, and everything was a beautifully tragic mix of stunning nature and people contrasted with the dirtiness and poverty.

As soon as we were within the gates, we started seeing the kids. Every single one of them wore a KC Royals hat. I thought Pastor was going to slip into cardiac arrest when he saw them. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!! LOOK AT THEM! THEY ALL HAVE ROYALS CAPS ON!” He said, gesticulating wildly. Already I was used to this type extreme reaction, and it was NOT the last of its kind! :) Melody and I agree that we could not have asked for a more enthusiastic and fun leader for the trip.

We were greeted warmly by Mr. & Mrs. Campbell and Jesse, then shown around the compound. Immediately kids were reaching up to be held, grabbing onto my hand, and shouting for “Chicklet!” (gum). One of the first girls that attached herself to me was Rose Gallin, an adorable toddler who is always singing. I was thrilled to realize that I knew what song she was singing, “Eske Ou Vle Ale” (I’m sure that’s not the correct spelling, but it’s phonetic :P), “Do You Want to Go to My Father’s House”, a song Kari taught us in VBS last summer. I remember not being able to stop grinning, swinging Rose Gallin around, singing, and praising God that I was no longer sick.

…ok. I’m just in the middle of the first day, and this post is crazy long. I think I’m going to end here for now. I’ll try to write another part soon! :)