I feel somewhat of a kindred spirit with Noah. Although what would we have done for 37 ½ days stuck inside the house while it was pouring down rain! But it seems the Haitians were not afraid to walk around in the middle of Hurricane Matthew. We always seemed to have someone sitting in our house. But our house not without its faults during the rain. The wind was pushing the rain under the ridge cap and it was leaking onto the plywood. Soon it was soaked through the wood and dripping or rather sprinkling into our house, mostly into the kitchen. Buckets covered the floor but it wasn't really collecting all the water. So much mopping had to be done. All night Sherri was on her knees mopping and probably praying too. So since Tuesday at 4 o'clock we were wide awake in this damp house. We were also conserving power since the solar panels wouldn't be collecting power on a rainy day. We lived by kerosene light, which makes everything more cozy. Most of the storm happened Monday night and Tuesday. I don't really have words to describe this storm. So think: WINDY and RAINY. Wednesday morning most had subsided and Matt Sherri and I made our way to the clinic. No school on this day. In the middle hall of the clinic we swept waves of water out of it onto the front porch. The clinic has a very leaky roof but only one room had some water in it. There was only one patient to see and then Keith, Matt Sherri and I went down to Forte de Pins 30 minutes from us to see how bad the road had been. The drive is through the forest and lots of trees had blown down in the road and also just on the ground. Luckily we could get around every tree, they will soon be taken by people and cut for firewood. In Forte, we went to another missionary's place. They have a small little clinic there. They had made it through the storm okay so we went back home. Deep rivets had been washed out in the road and the mud had all been washed off exposing the rocks. So it was extremely BUMPY. And it was already very bumpy before the storm so you can only imagine!

The poor houses around here. The ones that are only rocks held together with mud and the littlest bit of concrete fell down. And that means the poorest families too. Sometimes there will be eight or nine people living in one grass-roofed hut. The saddest thing ever. Lots and lots of chocolate children running around with big rounded bellies full of worms. They just are darling cute though! So Matt told the mama to please bring her children to the clinic to get vitamins and some medicine.

My Dawson was jealous that I got to blog so this is him from here on out....

My friends were like everything.. doing stuff to me.. and some friends were bugging that crazy lady! And they were my friends! I just have friends and love in my heart.. I don't have bad stuff in my heart.