Sophonie, she scratches words on peach-colored concrete with a sliver of yellow chalk. She points to them and then to herself. “God. Me. Father. Mother.” I brim and pull her close. “Yes. God. He’s your father and your mother.” And...
[serialposts]I’ve thought a lot about Christmas gift giving lately. It’s something that weighs heavy on my mind now. Maybe it’s because I know it’ll be a pretty light year here in the King household. Between losing my job of 13 years just a few...
I’ve had months to get ready. But I’m not ready. I google “animals in Haiti,” “birds in Haiti,” “snakes in Haiti.” and “Haitian culture.” I immerse myself in Flickr’ed blue and red and green and pink...
[serialposts]I’ve really been having a tough time holding it together over the past week. Even as I sit here a few days after my return home, drinking my Rebo (Haitian Coffee), my eyes fill with tears as I think about the work I’ve done. I saw first-hand...
[serialposts]Sometimes you just never know what God is up to. On our final full day on the ground in Haiti we had plans to head out of the Port-au-Prince area to visit a village called Drouin. When we were planning this trip, our visit to Drouin seemed mission...
I can’t remember the last time I cried like this. As we entered the gates on the opposite side of the property, all I wanted to do was run as fast as I could to see the completed playground that my son helped build. But I showed patience. I contained myself as...
