Haiti | Reflections + Recollections

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Filigree Lane?

Lots of life has happened between my last post and today. I accepted a summer job that I’m absolutely thrilled about, {more on that later} my family is in the middle of moving to a different part of our city, and I took a second trip to a country near and dear to my heart…Haiti!

If I’m completely transparent, writing about mission trips I’ve been on is a challenge for me. I want to share stories, but I’m hindered by self-doubt and lies. I feel unfit for the task of articulating how God moved and what happened in my heart. I find it difficult to present or describe the experience of this unique culture that seems worlds away from the familiarity of America. My feeble words can’t begin to depict the majesty of my God and the wondrous things He has done and is doing through short term missions. BUT, and this is a big but, this isn’t about me. This is the story of God, His faithfulness and how He uses messy, broken, sinful people as vessels for His Kingdom. I am just one person imperfectly trying to love and serve my very big God, not because He expects me to, but because I have the desire to do so. So, instead of letting Satan stop me from sharing stories of God, I’m going to try my best to share how He is working in Haiti.

It’s taken me a while to formulate thoughts for this post, so just for reference all that you’re reading happened in March!


Around the beginning of February, God called me to return to Haiti. I realize that statement sounds very spiritual and broad, but really, out of nowhere I heard “I want you to go back to Haiti.”

Long story short, my parents supported the idea, I signed up, my flights were booked and I didn’t look back. I am well aware that embarking on a mission trip or any kind of travel for that matter is not typically that easy. There are many stresses, logistical factors and time constraints that can hinder an individual’s ability to embark on such journeys. I do not take this opportunity for granted; I am beyond grateful for the generosity of my family and friends to support me financially, through prayer and with their presence. Being able to travel back to Haiti was nothing short of a miraculous gift from God. His presence was manifested in every second leading up to traveling, while on the ground and afterwards.  Thank you to those of you who helped me obediently follow God’s dream for me.

Kreyon Bondye pa gen gom. | God’s pencil has no eraser.



The early morning darkness greeted everyone as my team and I rolled into the airport at 4:00 am. Several hours, a few unpacked bags, pat downs, plane problems, tired giggles, and popping ears later, we made it to Haiti! This was just the beginning!

We spent our first afternoon with the local missionaries and translators, enjoying a meal together, catching up on their lives and acclimating to the Haitian culture. I was thrilled to be back and looking forward to the days ahead!

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On our first day of ministry, sunshine and raindrops repeatedly traded places, so God seized the opportunity to paint a rainbow for us. There’s not a more perfect way to begin the day than a reminder of His promises and hope!

Drizzles accompanied us all the way to the school. Streets in Haiti are always a bit tricky to maneuver, but thankfully, two talented, cautious men have stepped up to the task of transporting teams around Haiti’s precarious terrain.

Our mission in Haiti was to deliver gift boxes to local school children and orphans who are cared for by missionaries that we are partnered with. This mission is called Men du Jezi Kri or Hands of Christ. Families packed these boxes with toys, toiletries, school supplies and other fun, yet useful items. These shoeboxes may not look like much, but the love these boxes contain impact a child’s heart much more than the monetary value of any items inside. Our goal was not simply to give gifts. Our goal was to show and share these kids how much their Father in Heaven loves them and wants to know them.

People argue whether popular gift box endeavors really make an impact, and if you haven’t seen a child’s face when they open their box, I understand where you may debate the value of this operation. A shoebox of gifts seems like a small drop in an ocean of needs and desires, yet, I can’t think of any greater joy than watching children open gifts. In a country like Haiti, where necessities are scraped together and the small luxuries are typically absent, a small box of gifts means the world to a child. I believe in a God who is capable of multiplying ANY sized gift. When God’s grace empowers us to participate in an act of giving, His goodness is put on display through the tangible, abnormal demonstration of the Gospel.

A quiet two story church building quickly became a venue filled with laughter and singing as children arrived. We sang and danced to a few Creole worship songs; Haitian kiddos know how to jam! Next, we shared the story of Jesus Anointed at Bethany. Several children helped us act out our story, putting on simple, fabric head coverings to signify their role as disciples. Straight from the pages of Scripture, our story gave a sweet, humbling view of sacrificial love and radical giving. All Scripture is perfect and useful, but this story was so fitting for the culture of Haiti. It was a joy to help share it and watch everyone, children and adults alike, receive it.

Next, it was time to share gift boxes!

Eager schoolchildren raced upstairs and began to line up, patiently waiting to receive their gifts. The environment buzzed with palpable anticipation as gifts were handed out one by one. The phrase kilaj ou? {meaning “How old are you?”} repeatedly echoed through the cinder block room as we attempted to match each child with an age-appropriate box.

A few years ago my family and I went on a gift box trip to Nicaragua, which providentially, is where God planted the dream of going to Haiti the first time. In Nicaragua, it isn’t the cultural norm for the recipient to open a gift in front of the giver, so the experience of seeing the children’s faces light up as they opened their box was a completely new ordeal for me.

 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

JAMES 1:17

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I loved watching what each child chose to do with their box. Some chose to empty the contents into their school bags, possibly for convenience or to avoid becoming a target for theft on their walk home. Others decided to delve into the box’s contents immediately, fascinated by the new things. Still others opted to quietly carry their box home to explore their gifts in seclusion. I learned that some children recycle their boxes into a number of different creations, including a fanny pack, a bicycle “basket” and an intricate replica of a building!

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We had hours upon hours of time to play on this day, which was such a joy! For a little while, I sat down to chat with a group of teenage girls who knew a little bit of English. They mostly wanted to hear about American pop culture and play with my hair. Sitting on the tile floor with multiple girls repeatedly braiding and unbraiding my hair, I listened as they named American singer after American singer, asking if I knew of them. The funny thing is, I’m absolutely terrible when it comes to pop culture. It cracked me up that the young girls in Haiti knew way more about mainstream music than I did. I had so much fun with these girls. I pray that God continues to raise them up as brave, bold, resourceful, faithful women.

This day was all around wonderful, such a sweet start to our week of service.


Nestled in the mountains of Haiti’s countryside, lies the small community of Benjamin. This village is only accessible by a trip across bumpy roads, rushing rivers and inches away from cliffs. This is far from a casual drive through the beautiful countryside!

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Like I mentioned earlier, it had been raining on and off for the few days we had been in Haiti and for several weeks before that. Rain + River Crossing = Bad Idea. We had been asking for prayer for a calm river, no rain and safe travels. The prior days of rain had been making us all a bit uneasy, but we trusted the Lord’s will.

On the morning of our journey, my team leaders read the daily devotion from Jesus CallingThis was God’s refute to our worries and answer to our prayers…

You tend to waste energy trying to determine whether your resources are adequate for the day.  You keep checking your power guage instead of looking to ME for MY provision. How much better to simply acknowledge your insufficiency when you awaken! This frees you to rely on my BOUNDLESS sufficiency! If you stay in touch with ME, I will place enough power at your disposal to meet your needs as they arise.  Keep turning to ME, your ever present help, and your strength will be equal to the demands of your day.”
 Seek the Lord and His strength, seek His presence continually.

 PSALMS 105:4

Isn’t the Lord amazing!!?

The sun came up with a glorious awakening, giving us hope and joy for the day ahead. It’s the smallest of things that seem to explode with the greatness, majesty and power of our God.

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God’s glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening.

PSALM 19:1-2 MSG

The four hour truck ride flew by as fast as the beautiful scenery. We gazed upon God’s majesty at work in the lush greenery of the countryside. God guided us safely up those mountains, over the bumps, across the rivers, and straight into Benjamin. Again, we couldn’t say anything but, “Thank you God!”

As we pulled into the village, children poured out of the bright pink and green orphanage building and waved at us from behind the cacti fashioned fences. My heart bubbled up with joy seeing all of their sweet faces. They greeted us with waves, shouts of “BLANC! BLANC!” and big, bright smiles. From the second we hopped out of the truck, children instantly flocked to us, clamoring for attention. I think I had two holding each of my hands! I couldn’t contain my smile!

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“Orphan” in Haiti, has a different definition than you might think. An orphan in Haiti is usually a child who has family nearby, but no one with the financial means to care for them. In orphanages, children will be cared for, given meals, an education, and overall, have a shot at a better life. This option is a heart-breaking, yet hope-filled reality for many Haitian families. Often times, orphanages have a few days or weeks set aside to give children the chance to visit their families.

This particular afternoon was dedicated to laughter, games, gifts, fellowship and play. The village’s pastor called each child’s name while we presented them with their boxes. They were instructed to wait to open their boxes, because we had a special favor and gift that followed the boxes. Each of the children in the orphanage have sponsor families who help fund their needs, education and care. Our team leaders do a fantastic job at updating sponsor families through newsletters and pictures. Each child had the chance to earn a second gift in exchange for a smile! For some reason, it is uncommon to smile for pictures in Haiti, but instead, children like to pose with a serious expression, hence the incentive. We exclaimed “SUI! SUI! SUI!” {SMILE!} encouraging them to show off their gorgeous, bright smiles. Once the picture was snapped, each child received a goodie bag as a reward for showing off their grins.

I had the incredible blessing of meeting the little girl my family sponsors in the Benjamin orphanage. She’s a sweet, spunky little six year old, named Djounayka. {Joo-nay-kah} It was such a joy to meet her!

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Hours upon hours of play followed. We blew bubbles, did relay races, sang songs, played hand clapping games, held babies, and just loved on the kids there. I laughed as the children giggled at my Creole pronunciations of “pataje! {share!} sui! {smile} or vini! {come!}” In each moment, whether silly or serious, the joy of the Lord was unmistakable. It baffles me that this shining, unmistakable joy is just a tiny taste of what we will get to bask in one in Heaven!

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Prior to leaving home, I had purchased some baby and children’s clothes with the hopes of blessing a struggling mama or grandmother. Clearly, God laid this idea on my heart for a reason, because there were THREE sweet little babies waiting in Benjamin. One little sweetheart was named Malia, and the other two were twin boys named Bewalkin and Bewalkee! Tragically, Malia’s mother has passed away during childbirth and the twins’ mother had left her new children in the care of their grandmother. These are saddening, bleak realities in Haiti. Our team was able to bless the caretakers of these little ones with funds for formula and clothes for their rapidly growing babies.

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Haitian culture is one that almost seems outside of time. Watches adorning wrists or people glancing at the time is a rare occurrence in Haiti. Haitians truly live in the moment. It is said that each day is a gift, but they don’t simply believe this truth, they live it. Their culture always seems to make time for people, because tomorrow they may not have the chance. This is the reason that the children in Benjamin stay up playing until we go to bed. I want to strive for a life like that, one that’s not held in by rigorous schedules, but one that values community and treats every day as a special occasion.

Time is not something you seize, it’s something you sacrifice. It’s not something you grab, it’s something you give away.


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We were shown incredible, gracious, heartfelt hospitality by the local missionary family. Two wonderful Creole meals, hand brewed authentic Haitian coffee and beds to sleep in were just a few of the blessings shared! Warm hugs and beautiful smiles greeted us as we walked into their home. I’m sure my team would all agree that we couldn’t have been more humbled and thankful for the generosity shown to us.

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Nights in Benjamin are pretty special. I can say with certainty that on the porch in Benjamin is one of my favorite places on earth. It doesn’t get any better than brilliant stars, countless kids, and beautiful singing resonating through the starlit darkness. One of my team members had the genius idea to bring glow sticks. These were a HUGE hit! We emphasized “Pataje si vous plait!” {please share!} to the kiddos who figured out ways to mask the glow and get a second {or third or fourth or seventh} glow stick. After several joy filled hours, my team and I headed to bed.

I fell asleep filthy and exhausted yet filled to the brim with joy and at complete peace. In his usual scheming way, Satan did his best to rob the good from our day by giving my roommate a disturbing nightmare brought on by the noises of voodoo drums heard in the distance. I was awoken by her scream, groggy and unaware of what was going on. I was not awake enough to realize how terrified she was, but I subconsciously knew that we needed to pray. Those of us staying in the room crawled out of our bunkbeds and began to pray against the evil that was trying to invade our room.

Over the remaining days of our trip, God used this alarming event to reveal His power over evil, His grace in scary situations, and how He has already equipped us to fight Satan’s schemes.

Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.

+EPHESIANS 6:11-13+

+DAY 4+

Roosters crowed an early message of “rise and shine!” encouraging us to start our Sunday. We were fed a generous spread of a Haitian favorite for breakfast…espageti kreyòl {creole spaghetti} before church.

People of all ages packed the room as we filed into the pink and green church building. We were led in a resounding chorus of Creole worship, with the speakers cranked up loud. Every ear in the surrounding miles couldn’t help but listen to us worship the Lord.

Worship is a declaration of war against anything that says God can’t.


We participated in a special time of communion, while singing “Nothing but the Blood” in Creole. In a room full of strangers, the remembrance of Christ’s sacrifice united us. No matter how broken, hopeless, lost, prideful or afraid, it reminded that no matter what, Christ mends and forgives us again and again. Pieces of bread and sips of wine ushered in a sacred moment of holiness, a moment of heaven and earth colliding, a moment to remember and thank Christ for His sacrifice.

I’m the one who held the nail
It was cold between my fingertips
I’ve hidden in the garden
I’ve denied You with my very lips
God, I fall down to my knees
with a hammer in my hand
You look at me, arms open


Instead of the typical sermon the congregation was used to, my team and I were invited to share our Bible story and skit via translator. A children’s pastor on our team shared the story and offered encouragement to the local church community. From this small church, built many years ago, the light of Christ has blossomed across families, villages, and communities, proverbially illuminating the land through church plants, booming worship, and sacrificial hospitality. This is the power of one YES.

After church we handed out glistening golden crowns as a fun reminder that every person is a child of the King of Kings. As we prepared to trek back into the city, it was such a sight to watch the courtyard fill with royalty!

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Heading back down the mountain was bittersweet. Bitter in the sense that our time here had come to an end, but so sweet because the time had been incredibly full of joy, play, worship, beauty, wonder and fellowship. Oh how I love this sweet village and its people.

+DAY 5+

Today was our day of rest, reflection and fellowship; a sort of Sabbath on Monday!

Sabbath isn’t a day to veg. It’s a day to cease and enter into the new heaven and new earth.


Our morning was spent basking in the beauty of the beach. We had so much fun seashell searching, sunshine soaking and swimming in the crystal waters.

After a trip to the market, we headed to each one of our translators houses to bless their families through prayer. These men had connected us to the Haitian people all week, humbling their voices to ours as they translated each word we uttered. Each one of them carried themselves with unwavering joy, humility and servanthood. Being able to meet their families for the first time was a special gift. We were welcomed into their homes with hugs and “bonjours!” After we gathered in these simple homes, praying for healing, provision and grace, I felt even more connected to these families. When we as Christians gather to pray, a supernatural shift occurs. Walls of doubt, anxiety, insecurity or shame are demolished as peace, thanksgiving, boldness and grace rush in. It creates a holy space for vulnerability, tears, listening, and grace upon amazing grace.

After this sweet time of prayer came to a close, we headed to a special place, a brand new optometry clinic compound started by a friend of my team leaders. We had the blessing of touring the grounds. I explain the story of this place under “All Eyes Will See Him” below.

It may sound a bit pointless, but I really wanted to see a sunset while in Haiti. Every morning we had the perfect view of the sunrise, but in the evenings, only a hint of each sunset’s glory showed through the few wispy, pink clouds scattered across the sky. What a gift to climb onto a roof and witness THIS…

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Far reaching oranges, golds and pinks stretched across the horizon accented by dusky blue clouds as we stood dazzled by God’s artistry. The sky seemed to shout “GOD IS HERE!” If His majesty can look this incredible on our broken earth, I can’t imagine how He will show off in Heaven!

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we’re so used to them we call them ordinary things.


The next morning we headed back to the states, leaving impacted and changed. My time in Haiti was unforgettable. Layers of lessons were added to the ones I gained the first time around. New friends were made, new stories learned, new experiences had. I’ve seen the great blessings that come with saying yes to God. It’s not always the easy path, in fact it is rarely the easy path, but I promise, it’s worth it. Just say yes, friends. Yes to the big dreams that keep you up at night. Yes to the scary “narrow path” hikes. Yes to the black diamond slopes. Yes to the missions God is sending you on in every day life. God is a big believer in using the least likely people to do His Kingdom work. There will never be a “perfect time” and we will never be the perfect person. He will use your YES in world changing ways!

For the God who calls you is faithful, and He can be trusted to make it so.



Short Term Missions Matter

There are many thoughts and opinions surround short term missions. Some believe that they’re valuable for cultivating a heart of service and enlarging one’s view of the world. Other believe that they are a waste of precious resources, as they can be a burden rather than a blessing to the Christian community in the location of service. Some see children’s ministry as a waste of time, as there are wells to be dug, houses to be built and souls to be saved. It’s a bit perplexing as to why this “argument” among churches and Christians is happening at all, but it is nonetheless.

I’ve had the sweet, rich blessing of seeing and experiencing short term missions that work well. From airport logistics to team meetings to children’s ministry to intentional cross-cultural discipleship, I’ve seen it work- and I’ve fallen in love. The sweet leaders that I’ve been blessed to journey with demonstrate Christlike servant leadership, thoughtful giving, practical service, and relational living.

These trips aren’t about reversing the poverty cycle in Haiti during the 5 days we are there. Nor are they about enforcing our American beliefs and standards upon anyone. They’re also not intended to be an “in-and-out” type of trip. These trips are about nurturing relationships and being open to learning about cultures different than our own. I’ve had the joy of seeing the fruit of 25+ years of relationships with the local missionaries. The trust, friendship and discipleship between these people is astounding and encouraging. I have been shown how to treat people like people-not projects. We aren’t traveling to Haiti to fix anything or anyone, but to grow, learn, encourage and love.

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It’s incredible that just a few decades ago, this kind of travel wouldn’t be possible. Through modern technology and air travel, we can hop on a plane and be across the Atlantic in a matter of hours! To think that Apostle Paul traveled around the unpredictable Mediterranean visiting churches, sometimes arriving shipwrecked or snakebitten is unimaginable. I’m sure he never imagined only having to worry about turbulence or jet lag. This is such a luxurious gift and how we use it matters. With ease and affordability of travel, we, more than any other generation have the greatest opportunity to share the gospel across the world. More importantly, we have the Biblical mandate to do so.

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.

MATTHEW 28:19-20

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Although there are many examples of short term missions gone wrong, consider the efforts of the early church. Although their “world” was smaller geographically, travel was much more time-consuming and risky than it is today. Scattered throughout the New Testament are examples of short term journeys around the Roman Empire, fostering church plants, encouraging fellow believers, and making disciples. The early church was not full of put together, politically correct, wealthy citizens but instead it was constructed of poverty stricken, imprisoned, persecuted people. Jesus Himself demonstrated that “holding down the fort” is not always what it looks like to be faithful, but instead faithfulness often looks more like trusting our Father and doing whatever it takes to wage war against the forces of evil.

When did we start believing that God wants to send us to safe places to do easy things?


Everything in our world screams to run away from suffering, to move to safe neighborhoods, to associate only with people who look and think like us, yet the Gospel calls us to something different. We are called to laugh at fear, embrace suffering with open arms, and to bring the outcast and stranger into our inner circles. The King of Kings-Jesus-being born in a barn displays how our God can show up and shift the atmosphere in the most forsaken parts of our broken world.

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Here are two impactful stories that demonstrate the fruit of short term missions…

That All May Know

Having seen countless teams come to Haiti over the decades, the local Haitian pastor got an idea. His vision was to gather a few dozen teenagers from his church and do a mission trip of their own. The trusty Daihatsu was fired up and they started on the road to Benjamin, but stopped shortly before the village. Once parked, everyone piled out and began to hike four to five hours up into the deep mountain brush to a village filled with people who practice voodoo. I don’t know all that went on during this mission trip, but I do know that souls were added to the kingdom and that village is going on to transform other villages.

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All because one person said YES. YES, I will go to Haiti even though it’s scary, dangerous, impoverished, dark and filled with the unknown. YES, I will pour into the local pastors and empower them to carry that legacy on. YES, I will venture into the creature-filled mountain brush with a brood of teens because this is a matter of LIFE and DEATH. I have what they need for an eternity in paradise and I cannot keep it to myself! These are the brave “narrow path” walkers, {literally and figuratively} the ones who do the hard thing so others can thrive. I am humbled by their service and boldness.

I want a lifetime of holy moments. Every day I want to be in dangerous proximity to Jesus. I long for a life that explodes with meaning and is filled with adventure, wonder, risk, and danger. I long for a faith that is gloriously treacherous.


All Eyes Will See Him

Years ago, a few American missionaries made a commitment to a young Haitian boy named Luckson Previl. They poured into him spiritually, believed in him and encouraged him to trust in the Lord. These affirmations of truth set Luckson up for a life of radical faith, service and love for God and his native country. My team and I had the pleasure of having dinner with him. This was my first time hearing his story, but what he is doing has taken many prayers and years to come to fruition.

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Luckson was called to go into the medical field, specifically, optometry. He moved to America and faithfully worked his way through the extensive schooling, licensing, and certification requirements. After a few setbacks, he was in a place of wondering and searching, when a job offer came from Chattanooga, Tennessee. During the interview, Luckson boldly said “I have to be able to visit Haiti at least once a month.” Being a Godly, generous man, his boss agreed.

Luckson developed a dream for a state of the art eye clinic facility near where he grew up. It is called Every Eye Will See Him Ministries. People believed in his dream, supported him financially, and now, it is a reality! In fact, his clinic is set to have a grand opening this month!

The Eye Clinic will be a full service Eye Center including cataract surgery.  We will provide medical treatment in a limited number of areas such as high blood pressure, diabetes, Women’s Health, etc. so that we might provide excellent care while staying focused on these medical care opportunities. We will provide medical and eye care at a cost appropriate for the culture. All paid staff will be Haitian:  doctors, nurses, groundskeepers, housekeeping, cooks, security, etc. We will all work together to mentor each other and to plan, brainstorm, and creatively think about ways to make a difference but we believe that the Haitians are more than capable of being His tools there on the ground.
Jesus gave us His best, so I want to give mine.


We had the blessing of visiting the grounds of this spacious, lush compound. From the second we pulled in I so strongly sensed the Lord’s presence. Every inch of ground was covered in prayer and every building was dedicated to the Lord.

In coming back to Haiti, it seemed as though there hadn’t been a ton of forward progress. I saw the same poverty, brokenness, oppression, corruption, weariness, fear, survival and hopelessness that I witnessed the first time around. Progress can often seem invisible in impoverished nations. What I’m realizing is that something else is invisible too: God and His eternal Kingdom. God’s Kingdom isn’t solely constructed of presidents or prime ministers, republicans or democrats, paved roads or forward progress. His Kingdom is made up of women who choose to risk their reputation to anoint the calloused, dusty feet of their Savior.

Men like Abraham, who follow God’s call and are willing to sacrifice everything. 

Men like Moses who escort a chosen nation out of bondage.

Girls like Esther who risk it all to save a nation.

Women like Mary, who choose to become a sanctuary for God Most High, despite the ridicule, shame and rejection that’s sure to come from her community.

Little boys who sacrifice the contents of their lunchbox to Jesus, the multiplier.

This is God’s Kingdom. It’s not made up of infrastructure, principalities or prime ministers. It is made up of the unseen…surrender, obedience, faith, sacrifice, love, and trust. No person or place is out of bounds from His love and grace. He is bringing beauty from ashes, everywhere, always.

LAVI AP GRANDI. | Life Is Growing.


I’d appreciate your prayers for Haiti, for Christian leaders to be raised up, continued restoration and for a supernatural revival to sweep the nation. God is on the move in Haiti, in America and around the world! Until next time friends,

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9 thoughts on “Haiti | Reflections + Recollections

  1. Kaytlyn!! So many memories came flooding back as I read this post. My face hurts from smiling and there are a few tear tracks lingering as well. What an amazing trip! I’ve never heard God’s voice nor seen Jesus’ face as I have during the times I’ve spent in Haiti. It was an honor to serve there for the first time with you and our team. God bless you as you embark on this new season in your life and ministry! “Piti piti plen kay.” The very little lamp can fill the whole house. Go be that light! Bondye beni ou… 🙂 – Todd


  2. Very inspiring read! The Lord gave you a beautiful talent for writing and communicating! It was worth waiting for ~ no need to apologize for delay in posting!


  3. So beautiful. Kaytlyn! Inspiring also to hear that Haitians are planning their own mission trips! What a beautiful heart you have! I know your summer will be just as fulfilling and life changing. I love you ❤

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