Ever since the first time I went to Haiti in 1999, my heart has been captured by the country and its people. My mom says I left my heart there. I went back in 2001 and instead of getting my heart back, I left it there a second time. I just went again this past July after 7 years. I've given up on getting my heart back :)
After coming home, I was dying to get back there. I kept thinking, "How can I make it happen?" I came to the realization that I couldn't at this time. I started to accept where I was at (an extremely boring job and going to night school) and that this was my stepping stone for my future plans of missions work.
The other day, however, I was reading Bryn's blog... (Brynn is the current HFC intern). She had a post wishing Jefthe a happy birthday (my boy is 15 now!) and another post about how one of the kids just accepted Christ as his savior. http://jamesonetwentyseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-new-name-written-down-in-glory.html That was it! I HAD to go back! My content attitude lasted only about 3 weeks!
Now, all I can think about is how I can go to Haiti and be the HFC intern.
Lots of prayers are in order!
