The plane's arrival at the gate marked not only my first time in Haiti, but my first time on a mission trip. Suffice it to say I was incredibly excited. And more than a little bit unsure of what to expect. Walking through the airport and navigating customs was easier than expected, thanks mostly to the smiles and directions I received along the way. Being a bit of a control freak, this experience should've stressed me out...but instead, I felt an overwhelming peace that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Almost like God's hand was literally guiding me along.
I waited outside baggage claim for our Team Leader to pick me up, again feeling a sense of peace that God was going to move mightily during my week in Haiti. The streets were alive with people and laughter and color, matching the excitement that continued to bubble up inside me. I don't think I stopped grinning once as I met the rest of the team and we enjoyed our first meal together. My first taste of Haiti was, quite literally, incredible.
As we get ready for bed, the team seems just as excited as I am to head out tomorrow morning. I'm not sure exactly what God has in store for us, and for His people here in Haiti. But that's the beautiful thing: we don't have to know. Or understand. We're just called to love. To pour His love on every single person we encounter and learn from each interaction. So that's the plan! And I think I speak for all of us when I say bring it on!