The heart can only grieve what the eyes have seen

The last 72 hours have been a whirlwind as I left Wilmington, arrived in Pensacola, flew to Haiti, and then went deep into the countryside.

The day yesterday was not what we had planned, but it was what God had planned.

We had planned to Les Cayes, and we did.  But when the contacts in Les Cayes did not direct us to great need, we decided to go on to Jeremie.

From Jeremie we took motos for approximately 3 hours, going through Mafranc to Morow and finally arriving in Chambelan.  From Chambelan we crossed the Riviere de la Grande-anse.  And we climbed further up the mountain until we arrived at Maken's family's home.

When we arrived at Maken's family's house, we found a once lush, beautiful place barren.   The breadfruit trees that surrounded his family home are gone.  The plantain trees are gone.   The coconut trees are gone.  They lie all around on the ground.  Amazingly, his parents' house still stands, but the same can not be said about many houses in the area.

We returned to Chambelan to locally purchase rice and oil and carry it back across the river.  And this morning Maken's father was able to share food with his neighbors and friends.   We returned to Port-au-Prince this afternoon.

 Tomorrow Polo will be going to Les Cayes.  We hope to have more news to share with you later tomorrow.

The LORD is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; he knows those who take refuge in him.
— Nahum 1:7

I wish I could tell this story better tonight, but we are all so tired.  I hope I am at least conveying the information well.  Please pray for Haiti.  People are suffering.  They need help.

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