My grandpa
This morning we got up before the roosters started crowing to get to a Haitian church service by 6am. I had been before, but each time I am amazed by their worship. During the service (that I can only understand a word or phrase every now and then), I was convicted of something and felt heavily compelled to pray for my grandpa. The Holy Spirit was definately present even though a different language was being spoken. My grandpa has not left my thoughts all day and tears have even came muliple times. I wrote in my last blog about visiting the elderly and related that to my grandparents (take time to read it right now if you haven't). This blog wont' be so much about Haiti like most, but rather about my grandpa. For those of you who don't know, he's fighting cancer and from what we can tell, has almost lost the battle. Being in a whole nother country, I feel helpless. Not that me being there will help anything, its just I really miss him. I want to be there to see hi...