Home Again, Home Again… February 28, 2011

Well, we made it home around 1am today. Our flight to Jacksonville was delayed in Miami, but we didn’t complain too much. We had time to eat a cheeseburger and french fries! There was good conversation in the car on the drive back to Moncks Corner. I have to admit, that I slept through about half of it, but the part I heard and participated in was good! I’ve had some stomach and muscle aches since late Saturday night, so I took some medicine and passed out in the car. One of the last things I remember was something about Adam singing on the worship team…

So we’re all back in our homes today. Kayce just sent me a text a little while ago to check on me. We’re both experiencing the same things – We are very glad to be home and especially to be with our kiddos, but there is an ache in our hearts for Haiti. I tried talking on the phone to my youngest brother this morning to tell him about the trip and couldn’t do it. The tears were a heavy stream and I couldn’t stop them. There is a soccer ball sitting in my living room that David took from the kids in the last village we visited. He exchanged it for a brand new one. I wish you could see it. It’s half-deflated and has rips and shreds all over it. I’ve stared at it all morning remembering that just 48 hours ago, I was standing on a dusty Haitian street with 50 kids who were playing with this ball…it’s all they had. My mind is messing with me today; it keeps wanting to suppress what I saw and experienced, but I won’t let it. Instead, I’m praying for people – for Steve and Momma Kay; for Eddie and Miguelson; for Pastor Meno and Pastor Edmond; for Esther and Evan and Etale … David woke up this morning at 6am, sat straight up and began praying for the Haitian women who were, at that moment, gathering all they had in a bucket or large bowl, placing it on their head, and heading for the streets to hopefully sell enough to buy food for today.

I’m not sure what all is going on inside of David, Adam, Kayce and myself, but I know that something has been permanently planted inside of us that we may not know the full magnitude of until it unfolds one day at a time. As for me, I’m thankful that I have a couple of weeks off to “decompress” and process all that I’ve experienced. I don’t know a whole lot right now, but what I DO know is that I was introduced to a different Jesus than I’ve ever known. I saw Him in a way I’ve never seen Him before and it has made me fall in love all over again. I’m looking forward to spending sweet, undistracted time with Him and truly getting to know Him as the Hope of the World.

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