why haiti part 3...

so the storie continues...as I observed all that was around me, my heart beat with anticipation of the week that lied ahead...I was overwhelmed with sadness for all the people who lost so much and who were know living in horrific conditions...I could not help but to think of all the bodies still under rubble, of all the sorrow these people were experiencing...my eyes were wide open and praying for God to fill me with the peace that surpasses all understanding...when you see something like that, you can only lay it at the Lord's feet...it is beyond devastating. Next, came the ride up the mountain to the orphanage...Port Au Prince is packed full of people...EVERYWHERE...as we traveled through the streets, I sat silently taking in everything I could...I remember just thinking "this is unreal"...how do people live like this? where is all the help? we have go to do something? Of course, I had my camera in hand and quickly realized taking pictures of Haitian people is not acceptable without their permission. It is understood in the voodoo culture, that when a picture is taken of them, they will lose part of their soul. So mislead I know, but the voodoo regime had lasted in Haiti for 200 years and unfortunately a part of the culture. Anyway, I learned my lesson quickly and found out that the "bird" is universal...As we traveled north, out of Port Au Prince, the area was beautiful...the mountain drive was amazing! Finally, we arrived...it was dark, so we quickly tried to set up camp...tents on a basketball court...it was extremely hot and humid, but at last we were set up! Time to look around...I desperately wanted to meet our son, but had no idea where he would be...over eighty orphans, sharing 4 bedrooms...most of them already asleep. I, along with the other moms adopting would have to wait...sleep finally came and the morning was there before we knew it...of course I was not expecting childrens eyes peering in the tent @ around 5:00 am...the kids get up with the sun every morning and are ready to play! This became something I looked forward to every morning...I could not wait to see their faces and hear their voices! The time finally came to meet my boy...I had to ask several of the kids for Rodrigue...I didn't say his name quite right, so it took a few times for the kids to understand me...my creole was pretty much non existent...another little boy grabbed me by the hand and took me to him...my heart was overwhelmed with an immediate connection as a mother would have to her birth children...only God can do that, and I was so thankful! It was as if, I was home and here was my son...perfect Joy!! Thank you Lord! Rodrigue was a little smaller than Tanner, kind of shy and a little timid...I did not want to push anything on him, so over the next several days I just let him come to me, whenever he wanted to...soon, any moment he could, he would find me!! I loved every moment!!....haiti part 4, coming soon! love, amber