Ladies' Day Out...

6:30 am comes far to soon on a Saturday morning ... Rhodes, Lilly, and Lindsay. Looking bright eyed and bushy tailed and read for a day in Port-au-Prince. It was also Rhodes' birthday, so we bought her a cake when we made our lunch stop (and had her convinced it was a welcome cake for the boys, Daryl and Jay). It was a special day. Especially for a mother-daughter outing =)

Rhodes, doing some plant shopping for her new house. It is so refreshing to see lush green plants in this dry, dusty land! Even thought it's still technically rainy season, we don't see much rain these days. When it rains, rivers appear from nowhere in the dusty earth, but hours later, the fierce sun parches the ground and sucks all the moisture right back into the clouds where it came from. One of these days I want to visit the greenhouse that Rhodes discovered here in St. Marc to purchase some plants for my classroom...



The reliable white bus had a bit too much uphill driving for it's liking on this trip ... you can see the smoke coming from the engine. Thankfully, it was just overheated, so after resting for a while at the Lynx post office stop, it was refreshed and ready to go again. But we definitely prayed our way to and from Port that day!



The ladies, looking very hopeful as they stand outside the post office. We await letters and packages from home like they were worth more than their weight in gold! And sometimes it feels like we have to PAY more than their weight in gold, with the $1.50 per pound fee that they slap on to already-paid postage ... But we have all come to agree that it worth the cost. And to anyone who has ever sent a real piece of mail or a care package, ALL the way to Haiti, just to brighten our day, THANK YOU! You have been a huge blessing. More than you know ...



The mail room. We spent almost an hour in here, trying to convince the men who sort through boxes in the back room that Shakinah DID indeed have more than one box with her name on it. They finally agreed to look again and found one. Then another. By the time we left, we decided that we were going to pray over that box room every time a package comes in. Because somehow or other, these boxes seem to be MIA, until we persist in our questioning and convince the workers (sometimes doing this completely on faith) that there IS something there with our name on it. Up to this point, they've always found it =)