I have paint from Haiti on my shoe. Every time I look at my shoe I think of Marfranc, the Grand Anse Valley, the missionary house. I see the faces of the children. Every time I look at my shoe I remember. The poverty, the brokenness, the ruins, the corruption, the oppression. But I also remember the smiles, the joy, the community, the love and the friendship. Every time I look at my shoe, I pray.
2 comments:
love the simplictity of this post. It is lovely and amazing! Thank you!
I am jealous you got to go to Haiti. We sponsor a young man from there named Gasnet through Compassion. We were going to go there last year with their sponsor's tour but it was cancelled due to unsafe conditions. I wonder if you might have bumped into him while you were there.
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