Haiti day 10...

This is Pastor Serimi, we went to his church on our 2nd Sunday in Haiti.  There was a guest preacher and he spoke English!  Bonus!

 My kids asked if I was on my knees in this picture, nope, he is just that big!  He had the cutest laugh and he would pump his fists when singing, reminded me of a big ol' teddy bear!

 There was rerod sticking up on many buildings including Pastor Serimi's church.  They said that they leave it when they run out of money and finish it later when they have the money.  Somehow I don't think this would fly here!

 This little guy was walking around bawling, until he got some chips, that made him a tad bit better!

 This KILLED me, that precious woman is sweeping the dirt!  Ugggh, why do people have to live like this?so.sad.lifes.not.fair...

 Our amazing driver Bob showed his mad parking skills when he eeked into this tight spot at Pastor Jorel's house!  Even he was amazed!

 The lovely little Grace...So cute!

 And the dapper Pastor Jorel!

 Inside Pastor Jorel's house he has boxes of books that his wife sells at the market.

 Praying over several of the guys and their wives.

 Love this little guy Estelle.  Such a sweetie and adorable too.

 Dinner at Pastors house was very good, we were allowed to eat everything this time, not just the beans & rice.  Beans & rice dinner #8!

Estelle came to me with a 3D puzzle, I HATE puzzles, but patiently tried to put the dumb thing together, {look at that sweet face!} finally Sylvia came over and figured it out for me!  Thanks Sylv!

 One of the girls gave Wilkenson a hymnal, and of course lots of singing ensued!

Once home, Jessica was helping Katool to learn some English grammar.  I noticed that he always carried a children's book in English with him and would read it any time he could.
Our last full day in Haiti was once again a great one.  I didn't get pictures so I almost forgot about all the people that would hear we were in town and stop by the house.  They usually had some sort of ailment that required attention so we would offer them a sandwich and glass of water and Bev would check them out.  We would always scurry around and make up a goody bag of things for them to take home and pray with them.  It was great when we could help in some small way, and they always were so thankful and sweet.  Just another memory I want to jot down from our trip.