A poem by Sabrina Terrill
A mission trip to Bayonnais Haiti, where majestic and steep
And the vision of I.C.D.M. that promises to help the children, will
Every early morning we would awake to donkey’s brays, rooster
crows and childhood chatter.
On weekday mornings these children travel down descending
paths, getting to school is all that matters.
In their school uniforms neatly pressed by an iron that uses hot
charcoal to heat...
They all travel sometimes for hours, on graveled trails, which is no
This I know firsthand since I also hiked these dangerously daunting
Where my endurance skills and sometimes competitive nature they
definitely did tweak.
The children are adorable and healthy in a country where poverty is
widespread, they don’t merely survive.
Because they are not only being physically fed but also spiritually
fed with God’s love, and this is certainly making them thrive.
We came as a team from the church ready, to work in a building in
need of some wiring.
But God had other plans and so we worked hard on other projects
diligently toiling but never tiring…
We painted and cleaned, put in sinks and showers and many doors
we even shellacked.
All with a servant attitude, while taking breaks to play and sing with
the children, we vowed to come back.
The nights we spent on the roof recapping the day, looking up and
being amazed with God’s awesome power as the night stars would
All of us knew in our hearts we were not here just merely to visit
this country by chance.
So we all left with a new insight and a heightened feeling of
Respecting God’s wisdom and Haiti’s Center of Hope vision and an
awakened mission minded attitude.