Journals from Haiti

Pat advised us not to let anyone carry our bags. One man took a couple before we could do anything, so the men tipped him. The security people searched through our bags, unwrapping souvenirs as if with great suspicion. I accidentally checked my carry-on but Allan helped me get it back.

We said goodbye to Pat with hugs and thanks, then went to get our passports stamped and wait. The people who had come with us were leaving with us also. We went out to wait under the wing. I took a few more photos and we boarded the plane.

This time I had a seat by the window, and I kept my eyes on it for a long time. I took a few last photos, then settled in and listened to NeedtoBreathe’s “The Heat,” comforting myself with the thought that even though I wasn’t in Haiti anymore, I wasn’t anywhere else yet either. Maybe I’d be back someday. “Si Dieu vlé.” If God wills.

I observed the unknown islands below and thought about who I’d miss. I read Psalm 84, reminding myself that wherever I am, I am in the Lord’s dwelling place. That is all I need.

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