It Is Well With My Soul

September 27, 2013 | 7 comments

Our hearts ache for Haiti — for the taste of rice and beans and salty tears-streaming-down-your-face at worship. We miss the dirt paths, our own dirty feet, the stringing of beads, the persistent Alleluia, the rich conversation, the world-changers. We miss our friends. We miss Judith and Webert and Kayla and Richcard and little Steeve.

We’re going back in November — my favorite farmer and I and the girls, and my mother-in-law. We’ll tell you more about that later, but for now, I’m sharing this moment, from my first trip to Haiti.


It’s a Wednesday morning in Haiti, in a dim room with no light bulb. I am a spectator to the quiet work of five women.

They thread shiny beads onto strings, with careful hands, so they can make an honest living. They have babies to feed.

Someone coughs. A bauble falls to the floor, echoing as it rolls.

I lean against the wall and fidget with camera settings, wordless. I wonder what in the world I’m doing here anyway. I’ve come with the owner of Vi Bella Jewelry, a company that provides jobs for at-risk women in Haiti and Mexico. I’m supposed to tell the stories of these Haitian artists, but I can’t even speak their language. The interpreter isn’t here. Then again, I’m not sure I could make sense of any of this, even I could speak Haitian Creole. I’m staggered by my first impression of a mangled country that seems irrevocably hopeless.

My first 24 hours in Haiti have been crammed with startling images, all blurring past the bus windows. We drive by a mass grave where earthquake victims were buried by the thousands. We steer along rows of tattered tarps, crudely posing as houses. I witness toddlers, with no shoes or underwear, wandering dirt paths.

I want to cry out: “Where are you, God? Did you leave these people alone here?”

Leaning against the wall now, I let out my air in one long sigh. One of the women lifts her gaze. We smile half-smiles at one another. I want to know her name and her children’s names. I want to know what makes her laugh and what makes her scared and what makes her brave.  I want to speak her language. I want to know when she ate her last meal. I want to know her.

The iPhone.

I reach for it in my backpack, and scroll down the screen to find a certain song. I touch the arrow, and the opening notes of a familiar hymn swell from the palm of my hand. Five sets of eyes turn toward the sound of music.

And just then, in a tiny room lit only by the mid-afternoon sun, I begin to see my first glimmer of a familiar hope.

From my phone’s speaker, the smoky voice of Ashley Cleveland fills the room.

“When peace like a river attendeth my way.”

Will they know the song?

Busy hands stop. All five women begin to sing and the room seems to grow a few lumens brighter.

“When sorrows like sea billows roll.”

Someone picks out the harmony; another taps a beat on the tabletop. And they don’t just sing. They sing. Together, we are fluent in worship.

“Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say.
It is well, it is well, with my soul.”

The song ends. Soon, the women put away beads and go home to tin roofs. None of them has a toilet, a faucet, a stove, or a light switch.

Even so, cupboardless women sing it strong: “It is well.”

Next day, they return to work, wearing collared Vi Bella shirts and name-badges. I wait with a notebook and pen. The interpreter has come.

I learn their names: Marie-Therese, Marie-Rose, Anoise, Judith, Adeline. I learn their favorite foods and Bible verses and songs. They tell me about their dreams for tomorrow … and their regrets from days past.

And for days, we laugh, the kind of laugh that hurts your sides.

We’re becoming girlfriends. We string beads, elbow to elbow. We sing.

Before she leaves, Judith grabs me by the shoulders. She tells me in English: “Jesus is my life. Jesus is my heart. Jesus is my salvation.” I soak in her words and swallow hard, wondering if I will ever have a faith like hers.

I’m on the airplane, headed home, when I look back over my interview notes. Their tiny shacks grow smaller out the oval window. I flip through the notebook, and Ashley Cleveland’s song is playing in my ears. Through blurred eyes, I see the John Greenleaf Whittier quote printed on the first page of my notebook:

“Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.”

This is my friend, Judith Maurice. I’m so proud of her, and the way she has persevered through journalism school, while still holding down her job at ViBella. She graduates soon. And I’ve been shopping for her, to find a special dress for the big occasion!

Check out ViBella Jewelry’s new fall line by clicking here. I serve on the board for ViBella and have seen the transformational power of this job-creation ministry. For details, click here.

by | September 27, 2013 | 7 comments


  1. Nancy Ruegg

    A beautiful tribute, Jennifer, to the strong, faith-full, Christian women of Haiti and other third world countries. They persevere through such hardship; we have much to learn from them. With Christmas coming, I’ll have to check out ViBella Jewelry as a gift source!

  2. Emily Wierenga

    sharing this on my blog. how i love you and your heart for haiti. xo

  3. kristeniaffaldano

    Jennifer, thanks for taking us to Haiti and helping us hear their song. I’m sharing this one . . .

  4. Jillie

    Hi Jennifer….Just want you to know that I love your heart for Haiti and for all the beautiful women who work so hard there to eke out a living to provide for theirs. I’m excited for you as you plan another trip there with your husband and those beautiful girls of yours. They must be so excited!

    I have a question for you, mainly because I value your wisdom. I have a non-believing Dad. A very hardened and cynical man. He sends me “unusual” forwards all the time from his computer. Just yesterday, he sent one that bemoaned our government’s output of finances, in the billions, to developing countries. Some of those countries produce weapons for warfare. The question posed in the forward was, “Why do Canadians not give more to the needs here in our OWN country? Why do we supply water, food, medicines, even SHOES to people in far-off lands, while our own people are homeless, or hungry, or in great need? What about our own needy children who don’t even get breakfast before they head to school each day? What about the kids HERE who will not receive so much as a shoebox of gifts this Christmas? Why do our seniors have to go without medical treatment or needed medications, because they can’t afford the costs?” I think these are valid questions. I’m not sure how God would answer these questions. What do you believe on this issue? I’d really like to know. Should we be providing for our OWN, neglecting the poor of other lands? Not everyone has stashes of cash to give to all the needy of the world. Maybe my Dad just wants to blame the government. I’m not sure, but I’m wrestling with this whole thing.

  5. Mindy

    Beautiful memories of Haiti and such an important story of Hope. Whatever their lot, whatever our lot, we can say, It is well (because of Jesus) with my soul. Love it!

  6. Lea

    What a precious post about a precious people. How wonderful that you have been led to minister to these folks. Truly, it is well with our soul if we know HIM, but somehow, we sometimes fail to realize that. We can learn so much from these grateful people. Thanks for sharing!

  7. Debbie Keady

    Thank you Jennifer! I adore this. I am a consultant with ViBella Jewelry and this makes my heart sing and I appreciate you sharing this. Would you please “like” my facebook page?



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