Wednesday, November 18, 2015

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Some days in Haiti are beautiful and some are filled with tears and frustrations. I am here to tell you that working in another country, let alone living in another country, is not always the smiles, laughs and cute kids that are posted on social media. Some days are hard. Some days we wake up and wonder why God has us here in the first place. Some nights we go to bed laughing at the fact that we got absolutely nothing accomplished. But, through it all, God gives us these glimmers, these little rays of sunshine in the darkness, to remind us that He is the reason and He is our strength.

I want to tell you about one of these darker days. One of the days where I felt like no good was coming out of being here. A day when it seemed like there was too much darkness to make an impact here and that there was never going to be change. Do you ever have those days when the world just seems to be winning the battle? This was one of those days.

I woke up not feeling so well. Living in Haiti has its constant rotation of sickness going around and I guess it was finally my turn to be hit. I had my normal Monday meeting with our staff here and worked on getting us all on the same page for the week. Then our Haitian driver Fred was going to drive me to go pick up some supplies we needed from one of the street markets. I got in the car and the first thing he did was hand me his phone with a video playing. "Randa, you have to see this. See what someone did to this baby."

See what someone did to this baby?

I had no idea what I was going to see when I looked down at his phone. My heart sank when I saw. I saw a tiny new born baby laying in a pile of trash. Someone threw a baby out like trash. Someone decided that this little life wasn't worth a burial. Someone decided that they didn't want this baby. Someone decided that his little life was not one that deserved a chance. As I sat there looking at Freds phone screen I couldn't find the words I wanted to say. I was furious. How could someone do this? 

Fred began to tell me how someone had thrown him from the bridge by his house and that they just left the baby laying there in the piles of trash. Thrown out. Left. Abandoned. This is when I remembered the one person that will never throw us out, He will never leave us, He will never abandon us. God is who will be our strength. He is the one who gives us life. What a sweet reminder that even when death is all around us and when people disappoint us, He is constant and ever loving. 

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