It seems I wanted to blog something yesterday, but it was about the day before, and today is a new day so yesterday's sites and experiences are on my mind.
I just posted pictures on FB about yesterday. We took the St Louis team to the Dominican Republic. It was my first time on that road. I saw an article that was interesting because in our experience yesterday, it was not true: Dominican troops will start patrolling a critical corridor between Jimani and Port-au-Prince, the United Nations said. The patrol should speed the delivery aid into Haiti, it said.
Perhaps I'm jumping the gun and it will happen. Driving through there, I realized how easily it would be to hijack a supply truck. There were times when we were the only vehicle on the road. We got our team to their contact inside the Dominican gates and they were on their way to a little more comfort than they had here. I asked that they all eat a bowl of ice cream for me. Can I vicariously enjoy ice cream?? Well, hope they ate it and enjoyed it.
After we bid goodbye, as we were headed back to Port, we got a phone call from Nancy saying she was on her way to Port au Prince. That was exciting news and since we were in the vicinity we praised the Lord for the way He works things out.
We went to the orphanage in Bon Repos, we wanted to deliver a tarp to them so they'd have covering at night. There was a little rain in Port and they got wet while sleeping. We were excited to see that some of the food we'd been given at the border (by the driver who picked our team up), was water and cookies, we gave the cookies out and left the water with them.
One of the little guys was sick, we arranged for a doctor to see him when we went to Matthew 25 (a guest house) to wait for Nancy to get in. We waited for four hours and during the time we were there we met a woman who had an 8 year old boy with her. Here's the story: This child came home from school on the day of the quake and his house was in ruble. He then walked several hours to a hospital looking for his parents. Of course, they weren't there. The woman I was speaking with came to the hospital for some reason, the Dr began to explain the story and that he would turn the child back out into the street because he couldn't stay at the hospital. The missionary woman took the child with her. She's searching for some family members. That's just one story in a million. How many people will never be reunited with family members?
Nancy finally got there, tired but elated. We'd left home at 7AM, we got back home at 9PM. I know many of you have long days and you might be saying that's not such a big deal but if you knew how dangerous Port is after dark and how difficult it is driving on a highway with big trucks coming at you with one headlight (often), crowding your side of the road and no place to go…..scary!
Thanks for your prayer and financial support!
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