So wow, sorry for the long pause in these recaps! We just got back from Haiti for Christmas and I am lagging behind on wrapping these up – but no fear, I will complete them today! 🙂 Our final week of the summer was a hectic one! We had some changes happen in staffing due […]
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 […]
Hey friends! Today we have a guest post on our Food for Thought series, coming from a long-time friend/new full-time co-worker of ours, Jess Janicki. Full of passion about God’s calling upon her heart to serve her home city of Pittsburgh, a great lover of all things fit and healthy and just a general sweet […]
When the house mothers danced their way into the middle of our circle and led us in worship, we danced until we couldn’t any longer. In sweet unity we breathed in the fullness of Christ and grasped tightly to the moment, so full of life.
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.
Flying over the beautiful Haitian mountains, as the plane ascended, all I could think of was, “When will God call me back? This place has taken a little bit of my heart and it kinda feels like my heart is breaking up with someone.”
Have you been there? Have you ever seen pain without explanation? Hope amidst despair? Redemption in spite of tragedy? Maybe you’ve had experiences where you’ve been moved by compassion to help someone in need, only to realize after helping that you feel a little worse than before? Then chances are, you’ve probably been wrecked. What […]
My Missionary Dream I remember my 11 year old self, adamantly claiming the future title of “Medical Missionary” at the dinner table, resulting in the teary-eyed admiration of my mother, eye rolls of my brothers and protective-worry-eyebrow-furrow of my father. I remember my thoughts of what that would look like, traveling all over the world, saving […]