Saturday
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.
Kristine