An Inside Story from a Georgia Detention Center

An Inside Story from a Georgia Detention Center

My husband and I visited Stewart Detention Center through El Refugio a few months ago in southwest Georgia. While there, we had the opportunity to talk with immigrants detained by ICE for a whole hour, one-on-one. It was one of the most powerful experiences of my life (right up there with getting married and visiting our friends in Haiti!). It opened my eyes to new perspectives on this very difficult and relevant topic in our country today, and thus in true Lovelight stories style, I want to share what I’ve been learning with you!

First and foremost, I realize this topic is controversial and I’m not here to pick a side, but I do hope to present what I’ve learned and experienced through my personal encounter at Stewart Detention Center. Read on! You’re not going to want to miss this one.

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Letters of Love to our Friends in Haiti

Letters of Love to our Friends in Haiti

“Letters of Love” are one of the ways we encourage and share stories at Lovelight stories! It’s a storytelling technique that helps to convey more than just words on paper, but to invoke feeling, understanding, and meaning through the style of letter writing! These letters are a way to encourage those whom the letters are intended for, while also telling a story through the unique perspective of the writer’s experience.

Our team had such an impactful experience that we’ve already found ourselves describing our trip as being so much more than what can be seen or heard. Alas, I hope these “Letters of Love” help you to feel and better understand what’s happening in La Beyi, written by each member of our team.

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Haiti: Admiration for Your Way of Life

Haiti: Admiration for Your Way of Life

To the people of La Beyi, Haiti:

I admire your way of life. A life that’s simple, yet so complex. It’s your daily struggle to live that makes life so tough, yet at the same time, it makes life so beautifully simple. I see you. I see you working hard in the fields with basic hand tools, sewing fishing nets by hand on the beach, and pouring concrete cinder blocks one-by-one. I see the tiny sardines you’ve caught carefully laid out to dry in the sun on the side of the road. I see the marvelous fresh fish you’ve just pulled from the Caribbean Sea. I see the milk you’ve received from your family cow, cooking over hot coals. 

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