In the darkness of night
It’s easy during the day to keep focused on the tasks at hand. There is so much going on, so many people receiving medical care, food, water and shelter. The days are filled with HOPE and blessing. Everywhere you look people are beginning to heal, are beginning to move forward. Each day is a new blessing, and a new opportunity. There is so much good going on during the day that it’s easy to forget about the death and the destruction. There is no time during the day to even think about the trauma we’ve experienced.
It’s different at night. When it’s quiet I can’t help but think about the things I’ve experienced; the screaming, the crying, the mourning, the blank stares, the desperation, the destruction and worst of all the scent of death.
I wake up constantly throughout the night. At first it was from the tremors, then it was from nightmares of tremors. But now my nightmares have evolved into something much more disturbing. I wake up at night surrounded by an air so heavy with the scent of death it almost chokes me. Sometimes it’s so strong I can taste it. I lay there waiting for reality to kick in and for the thick air to become clear again. I wish I didn’t know what death smells like.
When the sun rises in the morning I welcome it with open arms. I am overjoyed each morning to once again be surrounded by the light of hope.
Please continue to pray for Haiti as we take the first steps towards healing.
Peace & love,
Rachel
It’s different at night. When it’s quiet I can’t help but think about the things I’ve experienced; the screaming, the crying, the mourning, the blank stares, the desperation, the destruction and worst of all the scent of death.
I wake up constantly throughout the night. At first it was from the tremors, then it was from nightmares of tremors. But now my nightmares have evolved into something much more disturbing. I wake up at night surrounded by an air so heavy with the scent of death it almost chokes me. Sometimes it’s so strong I can taste it. I lay there waiting for reality to kick in and for the thick air to become clear again. I wish I didn’t know what death smells like.
When the sun rises in the morning I welcome it with open arms. I am overjoyed each morning to once again be surrounded by the light of hope.
Please continue to pray for Haiti as we take the first steps towards healing.
Peace & love,
Rachel
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