The day we arrived in Haiti, I had this strange moment riding in the back of a truck away from the airport...I thought to myself, 'Why am I here? Why now? Am I just trying to be a hero? Did I come with the ridiculous notion that God's going to be impressed with my willingness to serve Him and bless me?' I knew that God had opened the door for me to go, but I wasn't really sure why. And intermittently throughout the week, even though I was working my behind off and had tangible evidence that I was in Haiti for a reason, I still caught myself asking the same questions.
I'll fill in many stories and lessons learned from the week later when my brain is awake, but I just have to share that yesterday we had church together (in English!) before we left Port au Prince, and I was asked to summarize what God had done in my heart in the previous 9 days. During the course of my time in Haiti, as I sat on the dirty floor and bandaged wounds, played duck-duck-goose with children, laughed until I cried with our team and served in whatever capacity I could, God reached down into one more layer of my heart and did some incredible healing. Another work of grace...terribly unpleasant at times and truly unexpected...but healing all the same.
I can't wait to share more later, but right now I need to go eat...a giant piece of chicken...I haven't had meat in over a week! :-)
Thank you SO, SO much for your prayers and support. God kept us all safe and healthy and did some awesome work in our lives.