LeLe

3 weeks ago, I felt burdened by the many changes that were whirling around me.  I knew God would pull me through, but I felt alone.  I wanted to feel God's presence.  I know God promises to always be with us, through life's trials and joys.  I needed to trust in that truth.  I was going to church and my heart felt so heavy.  When I arrived the church was packed.  Every pew was filled.  In Haiti, people sit close together, packed like sardines.  Some sit in the aisles and others stand on the sides and back of the church.  I squeezed next to a man on one of the benches.  To my surprise a young boy, followed me to the pew.  As I started singing the worship songs, he looked up at me with big brown eyes, reached for me hand and held it.  He smiled and sang with me.  When we sat down, he continued to hold my hand and rest his head on my shoulder.  This boy was a blessing to me.  He showed me Christ's love.  When I am going through a difficult time, Christ is with me.  He is holding my hand.  He is giving me rest and comfort.  This boy was a beautiful reminder of Christ's love.

2 weeks ago, the same little boy found me in church and squeezed next me.  He again reached for my hand.  When we sat down, he climbed into my lap.

Last week, the same little boy found me in church again.  He sat in my lap and looked so comfortable and peaceful in my arms.  He is a constant reminder that in the midst of a storm God is with me.  This boy has shown me such great love.  After church he asked me, "Ki jan ou rele?" (What is your name?).  I asked him the same.  His name is LeLe.  After church he continued to hold my hand and walked with me everywhere I needed to go.  All of the families had left church, but he was still holding my hand.  I asked him, "Pou ki sa ou la?" (Why are you still at church?).  He told me he wants to stay with me and hold my hand.

Yesterday, I went to church wondering if I would see LeLe.  I walked in the church and didn't see him.  I started singing worship songs.  We prayed and I bowed my head.  After the prayer, we sat down and I reached for my Bible that I put on the bench.  It wasn't there.  I looked around, and there was LeLe.  Holding my Bible next to his heart.  He smiled and handed it to me.  When it was time to read a scripture, I opened it to the correct place and handed it to him.  He took his pointer finger and slid it under the English words as the pastor read the scripture in Creole.

I wonder if he will find me in church next Sunday.