Haiti: Final Thoughts

I am back in the US. I have been home for 2wks. I leave for Nairobi, Kenya on Sept. 22. So my blog will resume after I am in Kenya. I just wanted to give one final update. First of all my trip to the airport is worth noting. I woke up at 5am, did hospital rounds one last time, ran home cleaned and then got on my ride. Which was a motorcycle, not a big one a small one. The driver held my duffle bag btwn his legs, directly in front of his face which was not comforting. At one point, he hit the breaks and I slammed into his shoulder which resulted in my getting a bloody lip. So I am smelling gas, breathing in lots of dust, and swollowing my own blood. After about an hour of me praying and thinking I was going to die, we got on a small row boat pulled across the river by a man. Back on the moto, to the airport where I then took a small plane to Port Au Prince. It was quite the adventure, and I arrived in the city smelling not to great, and covered in dirt, my hair was a different color, my skin had a layer of dirt as did my teeth. I was a hot mess. Ok updates: when I left, NeNe the malnourished girl was doing much better, she lost 10lbs of swelling in one week which was amazing. Dada, the malnourished 11mo was able to go home. Dieselmet was smiling. So the malnourished children are doing well. Sandra is also doing well, she had a good vacation with AM. AM emailed me and told me that one of the patients, a 22yo male left the hospital and went to a witch doctor, where he died. It is frustrating and disappointing, especially when we have been trying to help someone and then they go to a witch doctor and die. There are so many battles in Haiti. It is always frustrating to be back in the US, where the excess is ridiculous, and where we waste so much time with pointless activities. And whenever I come home I am reminded of how lucky we are, and how people here would not die of malnutrition, no one dies at the house of a witch doctor, and people here can get treatment for high BP or cancer etc. Why do so many die there, and we have so much, why would God allow such injustice. I recently read a quote, "It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it means that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is his splendor." Nicholas Wolterstorff. It is comforting that God is crying with me, and that gives me strength and He is my hope.