The Haitian Mindset

The missing piece 

As my 20 years of living in America, for the most part, as I can remember, was very enjoyable. Always doing something with friends, family, etc. Or I was at school. During the summer months, I would go to my Godmothers house. Boy, do I love her. And I miss her bunches. Plus, we were happy with watching tv and living the luxury life in America ( we aren’t rich by no means, but this country is better off).
But four years ago, I started to go to Haiti with my church on mission trips. That first trip changed me. It’s not every day that you get to see these people living in such poverty. These same people are showing more love and compassion than people in America.  

It amazes me how us Americans are so addicted to these cell phones, computers, tv’s, etc. Yall heard me a thousand times about me saying this stuff. But it’s true. 

Fast forward to this summer. This was my fourth trip, spent 9 days with 20 something people. This orphanage we went to had so many cute, loving kids. As soon as we got there, these kids were greeting us as if we have known them forever. It’s an amazing feeling. 
I feel as if I left my heart there. Each time I go, I leave more of my heart there. As soon as we took off from the Port Au Prince airport, the tears start streaming. It saddens me that I can sit here and tell people about my experiences but no one will fully understand how much I love this country and its people. 


The Pastors words.

There’s something about a third world country. There something about its’ people. It’s something about the way they love. There’s something about the way your mind is always there. There’s something about the way I cry the moment we take-off on that airport runway. 

I knew that from my first trip to the third world country that I lost something that will always remain: my heart. Growing up, I knew what I wanted to do. That was to fly a plane. That was my goal and my lifelong dream. Now, working in an airport, I see more and more female pilots and I always think, that’s going to be me one day.

Like how cool would that be so cool to see a perfect view every day and to tell people I traveled to {a destination} today.  Ya feel me? 

The other day, I was walking in to Starbucks to get me a new iced tea that they have when I saw my pastor sitting outside. Naturally, I go talk to him. He asked all about our trip to Haiti. So of course, I tell him how much I love a place that has barely nothing. Well, at the end of the conversation, he begins asking about what I plan on doing in the future. 

Do you know what he told me? “No, what you need to do is be a missionary. Whether you like it or not, you are one.” What? Me? A missionary? No that can’t be. Who are you kidding pastor? 

Did I forget that he went to Haiti with me one year? Did I forget that I told him how much I love this country? Did I forget that he’s seen me and experienced how much I loved a country so much? Did I forget how much this country means to me, so much I cry on the plane when leaving? 

Maybe he is right. 

He told me to consider this Christian college in Florida. So I thought long and hard, I am going to do it. Gave the pastor some info and will relay it to the college. Maybe, it just took the Pastor to get me in the right focus of what I need to be doing, rather than fighting it off.

To you Pastor: you are right. You may not see this, but your words effected me. I believe it’s Gods word that was spoken through you that got me in the right mindset. And I thank you. You got me right.

The Fruit Cave

One of the interns at FGIM recently published this about our recent visit to Haiti. I loved spending a week with both her and Emily. Blessed to know this Godly woman


I can’t really explain what happened last week. It’s been almost a week since they left and I’m still sitting around trying to wrap my brain around what took place.

To fully understand I’ll have to take you back to my first week in Haiti. While looking at the schedule of incoming teams for the summer I saw a church called “Fruit Cave Baptist Church.” I chuckled to myself but no one else seemed to think it was funny.  For some reason the mental image that popped in my head was of someone selling fruit out of a dark cave.  This was my first impression of these people I was about to spend the next week with.  They sell fruit from a cave, great.

Fruit Cove 4

Turns out they weren’t a bunch of fruit sellers and their church was actually titled Fruit Cove. My brain had just automatically turned the o into…

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Maybe It’s the way…

Yes I know, two post in one day. I got lots to say, lots on my mind.

I was thinking, how blessed are we to be living in America? Living this life, having a {secure} job, money, {nice} cars, paved roadways, decent smelling air, TV’s, computers, nice education, great churches, restaurants, three meals a day, and the list could go on. But do you know what I figured out? We are so selfish and snobby. Don’t get me wrong, there is nice people in this country. That isn’t what I am saying. What I am saying is why do {most} people have the need to be selfish? so snobby? Cant people see that we live in a world where money matters and hurting peoples feelings is a constant? Maybe its just me.

But, basically living in a third world country for nine days changes you. It changed my mindset the first time and it still changes me the fourth time. Maybe it’s the way that the people love you endlessly. Or maybe its the way they love God. Maybe, its the way I want to be LIKE them.

Y’all may think I’m crazy. But you wouldn’t know unless you’ve been. It is hard for me to tell everything and how special it was but no one will know the full extent. It’s crazy to think that a place that has barely anything will make the most of everything. Who knew taking {selfies} would mean the world? Who knew that spending 9 days with 23 individuals will bring you so close? But does it have to take 9 days, 23 people, and a third world country to make you close? Maybe, it does. Or, maybe it doesn’t.

America livin, Haitian mind

America, as we know it, is very techno savvy. We live in a world where we are dependent on our phones, computers, iPad, IPods, etc., that we don’t ever focus on what’s going on around us. I am just as guilty as anyone else. Shoot, this blog is even online and I take online classes as well. I am guilty as charged. When did we stop living a life where we played outside, got our hands dirty and played in the sprinkler out in the yard?

I recently got back from a 9 day mission trip to Jacmel, Haiti. Those 9 days were the best. The guest house we were at did have Wi-Fi. Out of habit, obviously we all would log on to connect with the world we were so familiar with. Yes, I am still guilty. It still frustrates me that I could not keep that Wi-Fi off. Towards the end, I finally deleted most of my social media so I didn’t have to bother checking on anybody.

But this place, a place of love, excitement, compassion and most importantly, God, was a place I loved. I made sure I always had my phone in hand to capture this country’s sweet nature and its loving people. Its a place where we go to teach the Gospel hoping to change the lives, but the truth of it is, they change us. Its a place where we pour our eyes out the moment we take-off on that runway and realize we left our hearts there too.

It is a place where we call home.

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