Haiti Mission Team
Re-entry into life after spending a week submerged in a third world country is, not to sound dramatic, the hardest thing I've ever done. I can't even complete a sentence when someone asks me about how the trip was. Instead I use words like; incredible, wonderful, intense, eye opening, spirit-filled, funny, etc, all while trying to hold back tears. I can't even tell you how many times I've said to myself or others, "What's wrong with me? Why am I crying?!"
I had no real expectations of what would happen on this trip other than the fact that we were going to be doing a lot of work and that James and I would be the "lifting team," and I was okay with that. What I honestly never expected was that my life was going to be changed forever by the people and country of Haiti. I've done mission trips all over the United States and have left different from each trip but this one broke me.
As I sit in this brokenness I will wait for God to put me back together. What a rare and beautiful place to be, malleable, moldable, like clay in the potter's hand. I don't know where this will lead me, but as I wait I know that because of Haiti I will be a better person. Merci Jesus!