It's been a hard week, and I've lost sight of why I'm here, why I'm bothering with this college thing. I allowed my mind to get wrapped up in the work that was still to do, rather than the result that is still to come.
But today - today I was reminded. Hit with a ton of bricks, full-force in the heart as a reminder of my purpose in this time and place.
It was a reminder in the form of a picture. Dark, smooth skin clinging too tightly to the ribs. Big, dark eyes, beautiful even in their sadness. A silent cry for help - and my heart was swept. Swept into the places I've denied it to wander, to the place I know it will break again if I allow my senses to remember.
I never forgot. I could never forget. But I didn't allow myself to feel. And now, knowing that nine months ago my life was changed at the raised hands of Haitian women praising the Lord despite what they lost, despite the uncertainty of not knowing....
I feel again.
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