not even sure where to start.
how about this... i cant figure out how to capitalize or punctuate on this keyboard.
our three days in santo domingo have been.... everything.
you know that story about the frog? apparently, if you drop a frog into boiling water, it will immediately leap out. but, if you put a frog in water and steadily heat it until its boiling, the frog will stay until it dies.
we're the frog. and haiti is boiling. and we didn't know we were boiling, too, until we got here.
it's like the floodgates have opened. we've cried a lot. mostly the first day, which was valentine's day, so that was super fun. the first feeling i felt when i saw the ocean was guilt. survivor's guilt? rich person guilt? who knows.
but we didn't leave pain back on the other side of the border. i got a pedicure yesterday... further source of guilt....as my valentine's gift from ben. first pedicure since my wedding 15 months ago. first time i've felt pretty since i moved to haiti. the pedicure lady, juana, and i had a conversation in my extremely basic spanish, and i told her that the people of haiti have so much pain. she replied, i have pain too. her best friend's five year old son died two months ago from asthma. who dies from asthma? i've never heard of such a thing in the states. but juana has.
we must look like the biggest brats...sitting at a beach hotel, tearing up in the line for the 'make your own omelette' station. but, the spirit is ministering to me. i listen to worship music, and he comforts me, he heals me, he strengthens me.
a day or two more, then back to the boiling pot. for many years i asked god to send me to the front lines, and he did. i'm ready. and i'm honored that he's allowed us to be his hands and feet to hurting haiti.