So wow – It’s almost the end of February and I’m just now sitting down to write this recap. Things have been crazy busy lately, but there’s been a lot of intentional down time as well. It’s been great to be home and put a priority on seeing family, having date nights and just chilling together. […]
Have you ever had a moment of brokenness that even after it is over, months later, you can think back to and recall perfectly how you felt – and how much it changed you? I have. I want to share it with you today. It’s from 5 days after Edison was born. It’s definitely not the prettiest […]
“If you had to eat a bug – what bug would you choose to eat?” – I ask. “Eww! Betani, I don’t eat bugs!” “Bugs are nutritious!” “No, they are dirty and can make you sick!” “I would eat an ant, because it’s so small I wouldn’t even taste it!” It’s late at night and […]
We have just arrived in Haiti and we’ve booked it to Manze Marie, a mountainside village just outside of the city of Jacmel. We’ve just spent the past 45 minutes driving one of the roughest (if not the roughest) road I’ve ever driven. But now, here I am, standing at the church, overlooking the beautiful […]
***At 32 weeks pregnant, I wrote out this blog post one morning. Exhausted and frustrated, the tears ran from my eyes as I furiously left my heart in the words I typed. Spurred into action by yet another ridiculous comment from a stranger at the store about how awful parenthood is… and tired of hearing […]
With a full day’s errands swirling chaotically around me, I put the car in park and knock on the gate. I step into the orphanage–it’s been a whole month since I’ve been here. I rush past it everyday as I complete food deliveries, or get water, or run to town for meetings.. always busy busy. I […]
But what will those back home learn from my time gone? Only what I tell them. What will my parents think of Haiti? Only what they hear from me. They trust me, they know me, they’ll take my word for it.
The point being, for you and your mission team, it’s incredibly imperative that you are prepared for the transition back home. Coming home is where the work begins.
He tells me, “your skin is not like mine. It is white, mine is black. But we are the same. You cut me? I bleed red. I cut you? You bleed the same.