Picture taken in the Artibonite valley as we headed home.
PEACE, it has been said, does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of these things, and still be calm in your heart.
Wenson and I (Krischelle) are returning today from a quick, two day trip into Port-au-Prince…taking advantage of the lull in protests. It is a good chance to practice this definition of peace. A trip into Port means long, rough travel and trying to cram all necessary errands into one vehicle (did I mention crammed?) and short hours…while trying to keep an eye on the time (too late could be dangerous) and manage your available funds well…all while fighting overcrowded streets, erratic drivers, standstill traffic… while in the back of your mind is the unpredictable civil unrest and rumors of robberies on the road and the ever present possibility of a flat tire or breakdown. It is a time to say, “No,” to Fear and, “Yes,” to God’s Peace.