madlibs

I loved madlibs as a kid. Okay, okay….I still love madlibs. They’re so fun! I always enjoyed using them while teaching as well. Parts of speech can be boring but not when paired with a silly story. I always enjoyed the different stories we could come up with. Sometimes I would give it a few weeks and then reuse the same story just to see how much it could change. Things that don’t make sense seem to fit right into my sense of humor.

But sometimes, I feel like life can be a madlib. Like God has one open and is just throwing random words in. I don’t love that feeling. Of course, we know this isn’t true….God knows the story and has known the story. He knew all that would and will happen long before we were here to complain about it. But it doesn’t stop us from feeling that way sometimes. Or maybe you are better than me…it doesn’t stop me from feeling that way. Sometimes I just wonder, why God? Or I question why He wouldn’t substitute one thing for another the same way that changing one word in a madlib can change the whole story.

Haiti is crazy right now. It feels like a madlib every day. I can’t even decipher what is real and what isn’t. Protests are everywhere. There is no gas, or if you find it no one can afford it. The main water company has had to stop production. School still hasn’t started. Cholera has made an appearance. The exchange rate is insane. Phone companies are so inconsistent you can hardly keep up with people. We still have no president. Places are being looted. The government speaking only seems to make people angrier. I am sure there is so much more that is happening that I don’t know about. I know that while I have had to experience some changes in my life during this time period that I cannot even begin to imagine what it is like for my Haitian brothers and sisters. I have this constant guilt because I can leave. I don’t want to, I want nothing more than to stay here, at home, in Haiti. But I know that if things were to get to that point, I can leave. So many of my friends and family here cannot. And that guilt eats away at me everyday.

Most know that I don’t typically like to speak about what is going on. I want to highlight the beauty of this country I love so much. It sounds crazy that I long to be here. I get more scared at the thought of going to the US than I do about anything happening here. I know it doesn’t make sense. But this is what God has done in my heart and I can’t deny it. Maybe one day I will go further into details. But for now, this is it..

Pray for Haiti.