It’s been a chaotic time in our world lately. In Haiti, we’ve been dealing with a lot in the past month: gas & diesel shortages, political parties calling for the president to resign, roadblocks that force you to stay at home. It’s not exactly what I would describe as a peaceful time. Instead we have a lot of complex problems with no clear cut answers.
And yet, I feel more peace about being where we are than I have in the past five years of living in Haiti. Even in the midst of some very stressful days and tense moments, the Lord has made my soul deeply content to be here.
It’s not a peaceful time, but I have still found peace.
I find it in conversations about the beach cleanup with our neighbor, whose smile is so bright you can’t help but be happy too.
I find it in the sweet giggles at the gate, as our friends often ask Gideon to come out and play, once or twice a day.
I find it when I hear a random “What’s up?” yelled across the street, with a friendly wave from the students in our English class.