I got my blog all fancily designed (by Nikki, with Blogs for a Cause - holla!) and then I just sat. I looked back at the Livesay's blog to their very first post for inspiration. It took me hours to click back so many pages. Mostly because I kept getting side-tracked and reading. But as simple as their first post was, it helped me a lot. The point is that I don't have much to say ... yet.
So I am moving to Haiti in February. I like typing those words.
Me. Haiti. February.
When I had the chance to fill in the gap between Guest House hosts at Heartline over the summer, I didn't really expect to be rocked so hard by the Spirit of God. I felt so at home during those five weeks. And having been a bit nomadic over the last few years, that was something I hadn't felt in quite some time. It was so nice.
When I got home to Colorado, I was expecting to experience the usual few-days-of-misery that everyone gets when they leave Haiti. But it didn't go away after a few days. The stirring at my core got stronger and louder.
I started praying over some specific scriptures. My life verse is Philippians 3:10:
"I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing with him in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death."
I prayed that whatever it took, whether it was in Colorado, or Arizona, or Haiti, or Timbuktu, God would call me to the best place for me to know Him best.
I spent a lot of time in Hebrews 11:
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. For by it the people of old received their commendation. By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible. By faith Abel offered to God a more acceptable sacrifice than Cain, through which he was commended as righteous, God commending him by accepting his gifts. And through his faith, though he died, he still speaks. By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death, and he was not found, because God had taken him. Now before he was taken he was commended as having pleased God..."
It was almost my 25th birthday when God really started speaking loudly to me. (I am dense at times, so I'm sure He used his megaphone voice) For me, for at least this season of my earthly life, faith means Haiti. I don't really understand it, but I started to feel a very familiar feeling.
I first went to Haiti in 2002 when this girl made our family 325% more awesome.
I took a second trip in the summer of 2004 and the stir began. I developed a sort of bias for the culture and the people. Their voices enchanted me and their smiles warmed my heart. I knew that Haiti would be in my life for.ev.er. So five days after I graduated from high school that following spring, I moved to Haiti. For a year, I worked alongside some wicked-cool chicks (holla!) and loved on kids.
I returned home to Arizona and went to college. After college, Jesus (literally) dropped an opportunity in my lap to work for Heartline Ministries. So for almost two years now, I have been managing communications state-side for Heartline.
The work that God does through the people at Heartline is remarkable. He never ceases to amaze me how He can use lards (holla!) to do such awesome stuff.
I don't know what the next years will bring. In most other areas of my life, that would drive me crazy. But I can only say that God's peace surpasses my understanding.
So hang out. Be my connection to the
