The hustle and bustle of travelers mingling with the sound of hundreds of voices swirls around me as I open my pink notebook and pick up my pen. From my vantage point at the Delta departure gate, I look up for a moment to study the people around me. There's a definite mix of cultures and it's interesting to watch people interact with one another.
Once my curiosity is satisfied I turn back to my notebook to jot down my thoughts. I love traveling; I love the excitement and anticipation hanging in the air, the different cultures and people groups blending together, the power of the aircraft on takeoff, the bird's eye view from the window as I fly, and meeting new people and hearing their stories along the way.
My thoughts turn to our own flight and checking my watch I notice that it won't be long until boarding time. Our flight from Port au Prince to Atlanta is scheduled to leave in less than an hour now and I can feel a mix of emotions churning inside me. In 50 minutes I'll be leaving Port au Prince behind with her brightly colored buildings, tropical temperatures, waving palm trees, friendly people, crazy traffic, burning trash piles and blue skies and in less than 24 hours, God willing, I'll exchange all that for the warm embrace of family and friends, paved highways, fresh air, evergreen trees, open fields and most likely a drizzle.
After trying unsuccessfully to grapple mentally with the changes soon to occur, I give up. Over analyzing is one of my weaknesses and I know it, so I chose now to simply relax and enjoy this time.
Friday, August 23, 2013 (three weeks later)
1:22 p.m. We've been back in Haiti for five days already and I'm still mentally processing our two and a half week trip. To give you a little glimpse of some of the sights we saw, I uploaded some of our favorite pictures of our time there.
Leaving Port au Prince..
God answered that prayer with a yes and we watched in amazement as every single one of our suitcases came off the conveyor belt in the Port au Prince airport.
And about those crossing culture questions I've asked myself for years; I found the answer. I no longer need to ask myself where I belong, whether that be in Haiti, Canada or somewhere else. Phil 3:20 says "For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ,:"