Are we really starting to pack?

Our last day here comes with mixed emotions for many of us. We wish we had a couple more days, but are anxious to see our families as well.
This morning we were picked up by the CRC missionaries here to go to the CRC church down in Port-Au-Prince. It started around 9-9:30 (Haitian time is very relaxed here, if they had a red light to signal when the service started we would have been a bit late). The room was about the size of a classroom, when we arrived they were singing, they have sunday school prior to the service. We were greeted with some stares of curiosity, and a little into the service the minister allowed Sharon King and Cheryl to introduce our group to the congregation. When we sang we tried our best to follow the words in the song book, some words were definitely easy to pick out, but most of the time it was wonderful to just listen to how fervently they sang. Different men got up to speak, perhaps it was the weeks announcements, prayer requests, etc. A guest pastor was there to preach, he knew English, so he told us where to turn in our bibles, Matthew 6:25-34. We read out of the Kreyol bible and then listened for about 30 - 40 minutes to his message (in Kreyol). At the closing of his message he turned to our group and in English challenged us as well to trust in God for everything and to realize the joy God brings to our lives as we live for Him. I was amazed at how only a few short sentences were so touching when you realize God is alive and present in a small congregation in Haiti. After the service we were greeted by many with smiles and handshakes, they were very glad we came.
We then left and went to a restaurant, kind of cafeteria style, where American, Haitian and French food were available. Many of us just wanted to have hamburgers, fries and a cold pop. We sat for a while and then ordered a few crepes to share, and a few slices of rum cake, it was all very good. Next came the long and jostling ride home, I referred to it as a roller coaster & car ride all in one. We saw quite a few white people this time, it is such a funny feeling, you react to them like you know them, with a quick wave and thumbs-up. We also saw many UN vehicles with armed men here and there, I'm not sure if that produces a calming or an alarmed feeling, but for the most part we have not felt unsafe at all this week. Many of us talked about how going 20 - 30 mph seemed so fast this week because of all of the twists and turns and how cars pass eachother even with cars coming the other way, it seems like chaos, you need a horn at all times. The boys can't wait to drive again and be able to go 75 mph!, it's funny listening to them.
The teens in the group along with some of the volunteers here at the orphanage went hiking to the waterfall again. A few of us are upstairs holding babies, I think we are going to walk up to the toddler house again too, to say goodbye to the older kids. Then comes the task of trying to pack again, at least we have a lot less stuff to pack, but there are quite a few souvenirs everyone bought so it will be tricky. I told the boys I refuse to touch their clothes, they have played some very physical games of basketball, where they are dripping afterwards, our room doesn't smell very pleasant and the humidity doesn't help any. If a few cock roaches stow-away in the luggage it will be no surprise. Brett made friends with one that was stuck to some duck tape, and then he killed his new friend, we have found many ways to amuze ourselved down here, oh could I tell you some stories. Well, I feel the need to hold some babies for the last time. Until tomorrow, bon swa "good afternoon", Love Lori