The fights and the first day

I wrote this last night before I went to bed.

  

        Everything when smoothly getting here.  On my layover in Dallas, I realized that I had forgotten a mosquito net.  I texted Laurel Clay because I thought she would be back in the states by then (she and others from Ecola had just spent spring break where I am staying).  I said, “guess what I forgot” her response was, “Mosquito net? Tampons? Sunscreen?” And I answered with mosquito net.  She asked me where I was now, I told her Texas and her response to that was “Wait, Dallas?” It turns out the Ecola team was laid over in the same airport I was in. So Laurel sent  Dave Duff, the director, over with a mosquito net.  It was such a huge blessing and encouragement to see God work even the smallest thing  out.  It was also encouraging to see Dave and talk to him a bit before my plane took off. 

          While I was sitting there, talking to Laurel on the phone I notice a woman crying on another bench, It looked like she had been crying for a long time.  After I got off the phone she came over and asked if she could use it. I said, “of course!” and handed it to her.  She was trying to call her husband but he didn’t pick up. As she handed the phone back to me I asked if she was ok.  She, of course, said no.  I asked what was wrong, she told me she was getting a divorce.  So I asked her if she would like to talk.  She said yes and started to spill.  She was so hurting and confused and didn't know what to do, I felt so sorry for her.  She was leaving her husband because he was verbally abusive and he had told her that he didn’t love her and told her to leave.  He apologized for it but she said he never changes.  I believe it was said in anger and without thought.  She also thought that he was probably cheating on him.  She said she didn’t want to leave him and she still loved him so much and she really didn't understand why, because he was so mean, but she still did.  In April it will be their 4^th year anniversary.  She wanted to know what I would do in the situation.  I told her that I didn’t know but that I wouldn’t want to leave because I Believe God made marriage to last forever, and that was something that was very important to Him because he made it.  I was having a hard time not crying while I was talking to her, she was so lost it just broke my heart.  She told me that she had tried to changer her mind and go back to him but the airlines wouldn’t change her flight and she was on her way back to her family in Florida.  I asked her if her and her husband had gone to counseling and she said that they hadn’t because he didn’t want someone else running their relationship.  I told her that it would be a good for her to get away form him for a time and that might help him realize what he is doing to her and might make him want to change, especially since they wouldn’t change her ticket any ways.  I said that people can change and there is always hope.  I told her to keep trying to get him to go to counseling but to go back to him soon and while they were away from each other to talk and to try to reconcile things.  I should say that she was blaming herself for a lot of it and said that it was partial her fault.  I was thinking that she thought that she deserved to be yelled at by her husband but I'm not sure.  Either way the situation was not good.  She wanted to call him just to tell him that she was safe and where she was going.  When Dave came with the net she called again and he answered the phone.  They talked for a long time.  I heard her tell him that she had decided not to divorce him and that she would come back but she didn't know when.  She told me after that he was crying a lot.  I asked her if I could pry over her and she seemed relived and said yes.  So I did, in the middle of the airport and started crying. We got on the same plane but I didn’t see her after that.  Please pray that God would restore their marriage and that God would change and work in both of there lives. Her name is Rebecca.

                I spent my 7 hour layover in Florida. I hid in the bathroom for most of it and slept for about 15 minutes.  I got to Port au Prince this morning and Andrew and a guy named John picked me up at the airport.  We took a taxi (not a  ) to the place where I will be considering home for the next 7 weeks.  I helped prime a set of metal stairs that the Ecola group had made to go to the roof of the girls house (there are two orphanages one for the girls and one for the boys, the boys house is now the Heartline Hospital).  I got a tad sunburned while doing that, sorry Alanna, I will try to get rid of my inevitable farmers tan when I get home before the wedding.  We ate lunch and some of us took a nap.  I was out immediately because I have gotten a collective 3 hours of sleep, maybe, in the last two days. And some of that was just  10min sessions on the planes.  They woke me up for dinner, witch was very good I might add.  I saw Naudia for the first time tonight, it was so nice to see her again.  Last time I came we became good friends. If you look on my Facebook there's a picture of us together and I'm helping her read her Bible.  She was just as exited, if not more, to see me. We couldn’t stop hugging. I'm going to go to bed now and try to catch up on my sleep, there is a lot to make up.