Sunday. My favorite day of the week. The morning started off with devotions on the roof, some delicious Haitian coffee and then off to church. Church is my favorite time of the day. Mainly Sunday's- because the small tin roof, and wooden posted building is packed with Haitians ready to worship and serve the Lord. Every Sunday is a new humbly and encouraging experience.

        Most services I sit with a young girl named Nunkka.  I really believe that a simple thing such a sitting with the local people makes a huge difference in my relationships and experience of the body of Christ.  However, sitting with the haitians usually means sacrificing the usual north americans seating arrangement - in front of the two small fans that we have at the church.  The community is worth the sweat. During worship, I felt a tug on my dress and I looked down to find four of my usual boys looking up at my with big smiles- Marley and Frientzy of course being two of them. I was so excited to see them, until I realized that our row was full and there was no where for any of them to sit. But it was no concern of theirs, and when worship was over, two of them gladly hopped up in my lap while the other two sat at the hem of my dress on the floor. Eventually an usher came to take the ones on the floor to back, but the human heart gives in, and somehow  in that moment I managed to fit all four of them in a space just managable for one person- my boys weren't going anywhere. There was a point in the service when I thought that I literally could not be sweating anymore than I already was, and wanted nothing more than to toss the kids back on the floor. But looking down at them and seeing how tightly they were grasping on to whatever part of my arm, hand or leg they could reach, with so much contentness (?) quickly made me change my mind. Having the love of these boys is so worth a little sweat.

         This afternoon we took a walk through the village again before heading to the beach- our usual sunday routine. I literally have never heard my name be called so my times as I did walking through the village. A few times by kids I don't know that I've ever seen. It was like they looked at me, as if fitting a description of the blonde white girl that is down the road and then said, "Cassie?".  My day was made when my favorite boy, Undineo, came running down the dirt roads and jumped into my arms, kissing my cheeks non stop. There is something about a moment like that that makes you never want to let go, or leave. and let such a sweet boy like that continue living the life that is already set for him. His heart is one of gold.

     I tend to fall behind more and more in the community as I walk with other people who are visiting here. I think I am becoming a little more comfortable than a young white female should be in Haiti. But when parents recognize you and are offering you a place to sit and eat in their homes, how cannot you not feel at home?

          The rest of the afternoon was spent at the beach with the typical crew of boys that always manages to find us on our way. Between cuddles on the sand, and piggy back rides in the water, I am falling more and more in love with these kids. For supper we went into town and ate at Mondy's. Goat and coke. There is something so refreshing about drinking a nice cold coke at the end of the day. After spending a morning in the village, afternoon at the beach, and then evening in the centre of town, you see so many sides of Haiti. You see the reality of those who live in the tents and shacks on the hillside, then you see the beaches. The beautiful blue water, and palm trees. The foreigners vacationing at their resorts just a few yards away, and then you come back again to the brokenness of devestation of the town, as you drive by rows on rows of people pumping water from the wells, and cooking their meals on tiny stoves made out of sticks. There are no words to explain this place. It truly is a beautiful, broken country.

             Excited for a new week of teaching to begin!

Good Night from Grand Goave,

Cass

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