Open the Eyes of My Heart
Our work was physical. Loading. Hammering. Sawing and sewing. So many action verbs, but none that capture the spirit of why we were really there. You see, amidst the lumber and the nails were the people - Haitian and American, young and old, speaking English and Kreyol. Differences unified in the name of Jesus.
It's the tender but powerful moments that aren't captured in a photo that fill and grow you. These are the moments that pull your mind back to Haiti and keep your lips in prayer for the brothers and sisters afar with whom you've shared your heart.
- Singing "Open the Eyes of My Heart, Lord" with a blind woman
- Teaching a deaf/mute little boy how to use sandpaper and a hammer
- Tasting fresh coconut delivered to the worksite by an old woman as a demonstration of gratitude
- Praying with a wife whose husband doesn't know God
- Giggling with little girls as they proudly modeled their new dresses
- Sharing tears with a young mother who recently lost her child
- Hugging a joyful a father who was excited to have hand-me-down clothes to wear to to church
It is a blessing to witness the HOME team, Pepe, Alix, Jusme, and Billy take every opportunity to touch "the least of these" with the power of touch, smiles, and love - the universal language.
Thank you, Lord, for allowing us to be a small part of your work. We pray that each time the beautiful members of the Passe Pilon community see their new roof they will be reminded of You and Your Perfect Love.