Today was our second water truck day. I cannot prepare myself for the smells, sounds, sights and feel of poverty. Poverty is everywhere in Cite Soleil. Look to the left, right, under your feet then right at the children. Their eyes, they tell a story. The dark brown eyes sometimes cloudy, red or even absent. One cannot forget the eyes.
The thirst in Cite Soleil cannot be quenched, as the thirst is more than for water. The thirst is for human touch, acknowledgement, a smile, hug, prayer or even laughter. The thirst is grand! As missionaries, we do what we can. We serve the Lord, we are his hands and feet. He calls us to serve his children, our brothers and sisters.
Today was bitter sweet. It is sweet because we can deliver water, look into the eyes, pray and give our best for two water truck stops. Bitter because it is the last day we can try to quench the thirst that exists in Cite Soleil. Bitter because I cannot quench the thirst that continually exists in Haiti. The thirst is one only God can quench.