Thinking back over the past week and a half, I’ve just become so grateful for the prayers of our family and friends back home. I was completely exhausted, drained, and not ready to give. I knew that I couldn’t do this trip on my own.

This past week has been anything but a vacation. Thankfully, Sunday is always a great day for a break to recharge our depleted batteries, and we got half a charge today.

What can get conveyed without the use of common language, without the words to come together to form sentences? Love.

Dr. Malcolm asked us earlier in the week if we would all be up for going to talk to a powerful voodoo priest that was still practicing his magic. It turned out that plans got turned around due to water in the mountains that enabled us to make that visit today.

In the afternoon, we went to a meeting with a group of believers that the missionaries are training to be leaders and I had the honor to teach. I was so blessed to see how eager they were to learn the word of God.

Today we made an hour long drive to a village that rested only 8 miles from our hotel. Whenever we complain about our road conditions in American it is humbling to think of 8 miles taking an hour to drive.

The people here are starving for the love of God, and you can see it especially in the children. Whenever you are with them, all they want is to be shown attention and love.