Unbelievable to me how things come together.
I have this huge heaviness in my heart for Haiti.
Our church donates thousands of dollars for earthquake relief, all of which we sent to Haiti via the Virginia Baptist Disaster Relief Fund.
Today, my dear, awesome and amazing friend Jackie texts me with some incredible news about Haiti.
“Guess what? As part of the disaster relief team, I have been called up for Haiti. As long as I can get my flight money together, I leave Feb 22.”
I feel like I’m part of something amazing.
Not that this is all about me, but what other perspective do I have?
All I know is that everywhere I look – under, over, sideways – I see grace. The grace of purpose and redemption, healing and hope, forgiveness and future.
And people who are willing to go to the ends of the earth to be the hands and feet of Jesus.
You can help. Contact me to find out how.
What’s that about? Why would people travel hundreds or even thousands of miles away to do something “for God”?
What about all the people who need help here, in our country?
Why go to Africa?
Why go to Belize?
Why go at all?
PCC has teams currently preparing for trips to Belize and Africa. Student ministries are planning national trips for summer 2010 We are coordinating a local IMPACT project scheduled for October. For more information, contact the PCC office.
For more information on the 410 Bridge and their work in Kenya, click here
Shannon with one of her new best friends from Macedonia.
Four of my five kids are home, after a long two weeks with only one or two here at a time.
I have yet to process this comletely, but when we were riding home from the airport, together again, I realized how completely incapacitated I have felt this week. I was physically sick, yes; but that wasn’t necessarily kid related (“Or WAS it???” asks a maniacal voice, sounding somewhat like my subliminal self….)
My four oldest children were gone, and I became incomplete.
Before my mom calls me up to tell me I’d better get used to it – that they’re going to all leave eventually – let me say that I’m prepared for that. In fact, although I miss Sarah, there’s something very natural about her absence. She’s 18. She just graduated. It’s time for her to fly.
But because motherhood and its responsibilities have dictated my every choice, every action, especially in the few years, this felt like a huge, gaping, sudden and unexpected wound. Even though it wasn’t.
Makes me wonder how ready you can ever be to watch someone walk away. Even if you’re sure they’re coming back.
Makes me wonder what lies underneath all that’s labeled “MOM” in me. Even though I’ve always been pretty sure I knew.
I’m a lot less certain of that than I expected I’d ever be.
I saw this film today while checking up on Sarah in Germany (via Facebook ). She posted it on her page.
I will go through the rest of this day with these images – this unbelievable contrast – in my head and heart.
“When we forsake the lives of others, we actually forsake our own.”
I am so messed up. There is so much to do. There is so much beyond doing.