Home a week now and half my heart, it stays in Haiti. Those kids, their joy, it’s infectious and it gets into your blood and you never want to be cured of it all.
Two weeks ago in Haiti was wonderful and hard and beautiful. Where a shy, pensive girl was led to me in February a joy-filled, excited child awaited me when the truck pulled in, her arms lifted high, saying “Mami!”. Her smile, caught by a friend on camera, revealed pure joy, satisfaction that her “white mama” had finally come to see her again. All week she followed me, held my hand, touched me, leaned in hard on me, slept with me, ate with me, worked with me. Her happiness to simply be near me was humbling and beautiful.
Our little team worked hard on finishing the nursery, just built of concrete. We sanded and painted and painted and painted some more. We worked in close quarters and laughed and shared stories and made new friends. And my dear friend and I, we left early, our families and our responsibilities needing us stateside sooner and she and I talked long of orphans and help and hope. Now our families, long-time friends but long separated by so many countless miles, are rejoined in heart by this new shared love.
I come home, not exhausted this time, but filled with joy and anticipation of where God is going to take us next. Once again I fall asleep and wake up to the image of beautiful, brown-skinned faces in my mind and I wonder when I can get back there, when can we get our girls there, and how can we better serve these people. I give thanks for my family and for this life we have here and for allowing us to be a part of this wonderful thing He’s doing in a tiny land off the coast of Florida.
As we start a new week, my heart overflows at the goodness of God. The trials and fiery arrows endured leading up to our trip, they all seem so small compared to the joy of being with those kids. And my heart, it overflows at His faithfulness, mercy, and grace.
1846. robin on the fence
1847. sky torn open, rain pouring down
1848. playing stuffed animals with the littlest at home
1849. feeling hope, choosing hope
1850. seeing places we need to simplify life
1851. national donut day
1853. a good Sunday
1854. one more day until I see our littlest girl
1855. exploring NYC at night on foot
1856. time with an old friend
1857. sweet littlest one so excited to see me
1858. her joy, her smile
1859. the Haiti trip I was longing for
1860. pink paint
1861. sanding concrete
1862. loving these kids
1863. her obedience when she really didn’t want to
1864. asking to sleep with me
1865. this glorious time with her
1866. this Haiti trip
1867. US soil
1868. a bench to sleep on in O’Hare airport
1869. reuniting with my favorite people
1870. an evening with friends – those rare friends you can go a year without talking to and pick up like it was yesterday
1871. sleeping in for everyone
1872. first pool day of the season
1873. thirty sponsorships in six hours
1874. seeking His plan for each day
1875. deep cleaning
1876. a nap on the front porch
1877. morning snuggles from the third born
1878. sleeping until 9
1879. second floor well-cleaned with the girls’ help
1880. waking up to youngest two singing, playing Monopoly
1881. cool sheets
1882. oscillating fan
1883. primer for the bathroom
1884. a beautiful couple
1885. a lovely wedding
1886. words not meant to be funny, but they make us roll anyway
1887. my dad
1888. his dad
1889. the father of our girls who…
1890. provides through his hard work
1891. reminds me to laugh
1892. is taking time to build relationships
1893. loves His Lord
1894. a perfect heavenly Father who fills in our gaps
“I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord, the praises of the Lord, according to all that the Lord has granted us.” ~ Isaiah 63:7a
For His Glory ~
4 thoughts on “When Joy is Found in the Dirt”
Beautiful post.. I am visiting you from Ann’s. So nice to meet you and I look forward to reading more of your story here. I am praying about going to Haiti on a mission trip in several months. And I too have an adopted child. Glad God brought me here. Blessings.
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Great post I’m planning on going to Haiti soon, still raising funds. As I’ve been told I will love it or hate it, knowing me I’m going to love it and will end up making it a permanent thing. I’m planning on helping my friend run her orphanage. I love reading posts like this because it gets me so excited to go but I’m so anxious!