I came to Haiti nearly on a whim: God told me where I was going, and I packed my bags and went without bothering to ask Him why. I came with winter-pale skin, no experience beyond the Western world, and the kind of lifestyle that involved twenty-minute showers “just because I could”. In short, I was a naïve little girl with a video camera.
When I got off the plane in Port-Au-Prince, I had no idea why I was there. I didn’t know what God had in store for me, and I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with all the footage I was haphazardly shooting. All I knew was that I was on the threshold of something and that whatever He had planned was far beyond anything I could imagine.
These are the adventures of fresh-faced Americans in a country so overwhelmingly different than our own, and this is the letter I wrote to God in Seguin. Curled up in my sleeping bag with a dying pen and a dirt-stained journal, I wrote to Him every night, often overwhelmed and saddened and confused… but inevitably changed.
At the heart of me, I am still a naïve little girl with a video camera, but things feel different now. When I actually open my eyes and look at the college campus around me, I see privilege and blessings and health, and I am constantly reminded that an island called Haiti exists only a plane ride away. Much like my trip, this video was created nearly on a whim: God told me how to make it, and I did.
These are my thoughts, and this is our adventure, and this is an American in Haiti.