There are a lot of stories I could tell of how our team encountered and experienced God in Haiti, but this is the one that stands out in my mind. Throughout our time in Haiti, we spent almost every afternoon at the Son of God orphanage and we would take with us five translators. From the beginning I noticed the kids weren’t really using the translators. I thought that it was because they were still getting used to them and it’s kind of awkward at first to have a conversation through a middle person, but we would constantly encourage the kids to use the translators. It wasn’t until our final day at the orphanage that I realized they didn’t need the translators. All these kids needed was to be held and played with–they needed to feel love, and you don’t need a translator for that. It hit me that the act of love, especially God’s love, transcends any language barrier, and that became abundantly clear to me during our final moments at the orphanage. EVERYONE was in tears. Some of our girls were even saying that they held it together pretty well until they looked over at one of our guys who was in tears broken over this child he’d grown attached to. We were only there for about a week, but we all collectively experienced a broken heart for these kids, a love that is beyond our understanding, the unconditional love of a Heavenly Father.
