Two years.
How can two years seem so long ago and yet so close? In so many ways it seems so distant, like it happened in another lifetime. And yet another part of my heart can easily trace the steps back to that day. And in the same way, two memories are formed: one of anguish, and one of hope. The two seem so opposite, and yet it was there. The death and destruction, the fallen homes and the blood in the streets. And yet the praise of the Haitian people despite it all rang out through the streets. Hearts turned to another foundation when the world was rocked. And somehow, what I remember most is all the sweet little moments in-between. The time spent with little angels on the balcony, with healing kisses and laughter. The people I met, who are forever bonded to me in a way that I will never forget. The big and little day to day miracles of God providing for needs. And faith... big faith.
Sometimes I still marvel at how God purposed someone so unremarkable to go and be a part of it all... and sometimes I feel like I have no right to love Haiti the way I do, when I was so little a part of the plan. But regardless of the inadequacies, the grace in it remains. I am thankful. And today, I choose to remember the tender moments. The hope. The praise. The hearts that turned to Jesus. The people that God brought together in beautiful brokenness. Two years later, I see how faithful my God is!
Pray for Haiti, for continued reconstruction and that as they rebuild that God roots and strengthens them in Him even more!
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