Aruba 2005
I realized as I was preparing for Haiti, that my mission trip to Aruba had given me more experience than I could have bargained for. The "Spanish speaking church" turned out to be mostly Haitian and I learned quickly to be flexible. There are so many stories to share the four and a half weeks we were down there; the experience was unmatched. So...tomorrow I leave for a trip that culminates this, my education, my professional experience, and the life lessons of the last six and a half months to come to one of the most exciting trips of my life.
Ok, so I can't write without sharing at least one story. We were out on the streets late a night ministering in the black part of town, nicknamed the "Chocolate City". One of the girls fell into an open drain on the side of the road. Her leg was scratched up and pusing. So...when she was slated to preach the next day, I was quickly asked to step in. I quickly put something together that was on my heart and the pastor came up and told me that he had intended to preach the same thing. (Obviously, communication was lost sometimes, but it worked out in the end.) We learned an "Osterizer" was a blender and that there are a whole lot of types of cacti.
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