Not only do I think that they did a good job, but it is so interesting to me to see something concrete that shows a small impact being a missionary kid has made on each of them. I wonder all the time what God will do with these experiences my kids have.
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Landen, 6th grade
In Cabaret I see the green mountains all foggy in the white clouds.
The red gates and the gloomy black gates.
Down the road that giant, pink house sticks out from all the gray gloomy houses
Same with that white house right across from mine.
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Sierra, 8th grade
I see gray buildings standing tall.
Black eyes staring at me in the shadows
The sky a deep dark endless blue.
A dark narrow road leeds into a house built for two but ten live inside
I walk in and see gloomy faces looking up at me.
I came to give hope but find a loss for words.
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Austin, 10th grade
In the middle of the night Port-Au-Prince is shimmering with color from afar;
The houses lit yellow and white.
There are sudden flashes of blue, red, yellow, and white.
Even at night, the dark blue of the Caribbean,sparkling in the white moon light.
Over to the right an occasional flash of blue from an airport.
The dull green brown of the mountains behind and the white and black helicopter flying over the water with a flash of a red light.
When I think about the city, I imagine all the buildings colored blue, pink, red, yellow, and orange.
Sometimes there is a wispy gray smoke coming from a large orange fire that is blown by the wind across the land and hills of the tan green field.
I pray daily that they are dangerous for Christ and that God uses our experiences in Haiti to teach them that following Jesus is never boring!
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