It was in the Miami airport when I said goodbye to her. There was something so surreal about that moment. The next time we will see each other will be in San Diego.Just that morning, our feet were covered in Haiti dust. Now, our feet were covered in dust as we walked upon busy carpet. Kara was such a gift in time of need. God chose her to come and experience Haiti. She was there at a time that was one of the hardest times of my life. Leaving Haiti. The confusion and timing of why I was leaving was so hard for me. I remember walking down the trail from the house and finding a rock. Hiding the tears behind my sunglasses, I just wept. Then I saw them. Two little Haitian boys on the hill. They hesitantly came over to where I was sitting and sat on the rocks next to me. I could tell that they were wondering what was wrong. I told them plainly that I was really sad.That’s all I had to tell them. With no more questions asked, they just sat there with me as I cried. It was in that moment that I felt God gently tell me that I was leaving, but it will be okay.God spoke to me through the presence of these two little Haitian boys. A gentle whisper and presence that He knew I needed. With the last visit to a village, my heart was ready to hear anything He had to show me. With an amazing team and friend by my side, He did just that. As I said goodbye to the ones I loved, I realized that there was such an amazing small community in Haiti that not only I loved deeply, but they loved me and believed in what God will be doing through me. I held onto the goodbye prayers and spoken truth that I was loved by them. And from there, I tightly held on to their words and said goodbye to Haiti.I felt at peace. Something that could have ended with evil winning, He took victory. That was truly a gift from Him.     Now, I’m back in a community who’s arms were open the minute my dusty feet landed in San Diego. Their love, listening ears, and words of wisdom make me realize how blessed I am to be home…at this time. There is nothing more beautiful than His perfect timing. Each morning I wake up, I hear the birds outside my window. They sing a beautiful song even if that day didn’t bring them a place of rest…. They continue to sing. There is so much to learn and know about God. The one thing I was blessed with through the pain and hurt was His unfailing, gentle love. He was my rock. He was my comfort.I heard Him.And there He was as I ran into His arms. It makes me think of how He found me there. How I needed Him so badly in that time, and He was there. How I didn’t have friends to run to or a phone to talk to someone.I was literally alone in this. And there I ran.Wept on a rock down a trail and He found me. He spoke to me through those little boys and gave me comfort just with their presence. It makes me think of how once I heard His soft whisper, I was thirsty for His shout. The pain kept coming, but His voice grew louder. We have all been there. A deep pain that no matter how many words you use, no one will understand. We try to explain it, but fail miserably. You are dry and trying every well that is near, but each one comes up dry. But, what if you walked a little further. Walked away from the wells that are so easily accessible, and walked down that trail. The trail that brings that rock.The rock you sit on that brings painful memories and words that haunt you.   But He sees and hears your cry. So, He comes. He comes and gives you comfort in a way that He only knows will heal your broken heart. And it’s there that you hear His whisper, and you become a little more filled.“Let your roots grow down into Him and draw up nourishment from Him. See that you go on growing in the Lord and become strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with joy and thanksgiving for all He has done.”                             - Colossians 2:7 

It was in the Miami airport when I said goodbye to her.
There was something so surreal about that moment.
The next time we will see each other will be in San Diego.
Just that morning, our feet were covered in Haiti dust.
Now, our feet were covered in dust as we walked upon busy carpet.
Kara was such a gift in time of need.
God chose her to come and experience Haiti.
She was there at a time that was one of the hardest times of my life.
Leaving Haiti.

The confusion and timing of why I was leaving was so hard for me.
I remember walking down the trail from the house and finding a rock.
Hiding the tears behind my sunglasses, I just wept.
Then I saw them.
Two little Haitian boys on the hill.
They hesitantly came over to where I was sitting and sat on the rocks next to me.
I could tell that they were wondering what was wrong.
I told them plainly that I was really sad.
That’s all I had to tell them.
With no more questions asked, they just sat there with me as I cried.
It was in that moment that I felt God gently tell me that I was leaving, but it will be okay.
God spoke to me through the presence of these two little Haitian boys.
A gentle whisper and presence that He knew I needed.

With the last visit to a village, my heart was ready to hear anything He had to show me.
With an amazing team and friend by my side, He did just that.

As I said goodbye to the ones I loved, I realized that there was such an amazing small community in Haiti that not only I loved deeply, but they loved me and believed in what God will be doing through me.
I held onto the goodbye prayers and spoken truth that I was loved by them.
And from there, I tightly held on to their words and said goodbye to Haiti.
I felt at peace.
Something that could have ended with evil winning, He took victory.
That was truly a gift from Him.    

Now, I’m back in a community who’s arms were open the minute my dusty feet landed in San Diego.
Their love, listening ears, and words of wisdom make me realize how blessed I am to be home…at this time.

There is nothing more beautiful than His perfect timing.

Each morning I wake up, I hear the birds outside my window.
They sing a beautiful song even if that day didn’t bring them a place of rest….
 They continue to sing.
There is so much to learn and know about God.
The one thing I was blessed with through the pain and hurt was His unfailing, gentle love.
He was my rock.
He was my comfort.
I heard Him.
And there He was as I ran into His arms.

It makes me think of how He found me there.
How I needed Him so badly in that time, and He was there.
How I didn’t have friends to run to or a phone to talk to someone.
I was literally alone in this.
And there I ran.
Wept on a rock down a trail and He found me.
He spoke to me through those little boys and gave me comfort just with their presence.

It makes me think of how once I heard His soft whisper, I was thirsty for His shout.
The pain kept coming, but His voice grew louder.

We have all been there.
A deep pain that no matter how many words you use, no one will understand.
We try to explain it, but fail miserably.
You are dry and trying every well that is near, but each one comes up dry.

But, what if you walked a little further.
Walked away from the wells that are so easily accessible, and walked down that trail.
The trail that brings that rock.
The rock you sit on that brings painful memories and words that haunt you.  
But He sees and hears your cry.
So, He comes.
He comes and gives you comfort in a way that He only knows will heal your broken heart.
And it’s there that you hear His whisper, and you become a little more filled.

“Let your roots grow down into Him and draw up nourishment from Him. See that you go on growing in the Lord and become strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with joy and thanksgiving for all He has done.”
                            - Colossians 2:7 


A day.

I just love how you work.

How you view life and how so often my views make so much sense to this world, but your views and heart don’t at times…I love this. 

It’s a mystery and hard to find.

The answers don’t come easy…it’s part of the adventure with you.

Purpose and love.

You give me a reason to give and love each day. My heart would be sorrowful if I missed what you had for me each day.

So, I ask…

What do you have for me today?

It’s such a general, big question for such a small, short day…But that’s part of the beauty.

You see things & give us things we could never think of.

You work in ways that are bigger than what we can understand.

So as the sun rises, let the mystery and beauty of who you are be found on this short lived day.

My Brave Little Soldier. This title for him has been in my mind since the day we left Sarazin. When we arrived at this village, there was nothing short of chaos as the team begins to pull all the equipment out of the truck and get started on the work we have in place. The kids from the village slowly gather around, watching as most of them take in seeing tools for the first time of their life. It’s so cute to watch. They are so curious, but you can tell they want to be a part of this help in making their church. A few hours go by, and you will have a line of kids following you around. Sitting down, looking up at you as you paint….speaking Creole, giggling, laughing, and dancing as you can’t help but get off the ladder and do the same. The next few days go by, and you find yourself waking up excited to just hug and see them again….which brings me to my brave little soldier. He is shy, yet protective. He would sit and play, but not quite like the other kids. He always had his little sister in his lap. I loved that about him. But, the one thing that stood out to me was he never smiled. Not once.The only time he smiled was for this picture. This picture was taken during the celebration ceremony of the church. The very last day we were there, we were told of a lady who had a wound on her leg that has literally eaten down to her bone. She came to our medical clinic when were building the church, but as a team, we all decided that the last day, we would walk to where she lived and pray over her. A crowd of many people followed us down the road as we saw the lady. The wound was bad, and she was in pain. It was honestly agonizing to watch. Everything in me wanted to run away. Tears started to well up as I became so sad at what she had to go through. As we started to pray, I started to cry. I prayed a soft prayer of healing, if it be God’s will, and then I stood in silence, listening to the other prayers… And that’s when I felt his hand. He held onto to it so softly. Almost to let me know that he was there. When I looked down, he looked up at me with a face of confidence and protection. I squeezed his hand tighter, and he did the same. My brave little soldier. As we finished praying, most of the team walks away to get ready to leave. I start to walk over to the lady, and my brave little soldier follows. I tell her in my limited Creole that Jesus loves her and we are here and love her. She starts to speak Creole in which I couldn’t understand, but that’s when my brave little soldier talks to her in Creole, letting her know I speak limited Creole. However, she didn’t care. She wanted to keep talking to me. Even though I could understand only a few words, all I had to do was look down at him and his face of understanding and comfort said it all. I walked away in knowing that so often you think you are strong. So often you think you are the one that will make a lasting impression, but you walk away changed and remembering the faces that have changed your heart forever. Mine came through a little boy who was my brave little soldier.

My Brave Little Soldier.
This title for him has been in my mind since the day we left Sarazin.

When we arrived at this village, there was nothing short of chaos as the team begins to pull all the equipment out of the truck and get started on the work we have in place.

The kids from the village slowly gather around, watching as most of them take in seeing tools for the first time of their life. It’s so cute to watch. They are so curious, but you can tell they want to be a part of this help in making their church.
A few hours go by, and you will have a line of kids following you around. Sitting down, looking up at you as you paint….speaking Creole, giggling, laughing, and dancing as you can’t help but get off the ladder and do the same.

The next few days go by, and you find yourself waking up excited to just hug and see them again….which brings me to my brave little soldier.

He is shy, yet protective. He would sit and play, but not quite like the other kids. He always had his little sister in his lap. I loved that about him. But, the one thing that stood out to me was he never smiled. Not once.The only time he smiled was for this picture. This picture was taken during the celebration ceremony of the church.

The very last day we were there, we were told of a lady who had a wound on her leg that has literally eaten down to her bone. She came to our medical clinic when were building the church, but as a team, we all decided that the last day, we would walk to where she lived and pray over her.

A crowd of many people followed us down the road as we saw the lady. The wound was bad, and she was in pain. It was honestly agonizing to watch. Everything in me wanted to run away. Tears started to well up as I became so sad at what she had to go through. As we started to pray, I started to cry. I prayed a soft prayer of healing, if it be God’s will, and then I stood in silence, listening to the other prayers…

And that’s when I felt his hand.

He held onto to it so softly. Almost to let me know that he was there.

When I looked down, he looked up at me with a face of confidence and protection.

I squeezed his hand tighter, and he did the same.

My brave little soldier.

As we finished praying, most of the team walks away to get ready to leave.

I start to walk over to the lady, and my brave little soldier follows. I tell her in my limited Creole that Jesus loves her and we are here and love her.

She starts to speak Creole in which I couldn’t understand, but that’s when my brave little soldier talks to her in Creole, letting her know I speak limited Creole.
However, she didn’t care. She wanted to keep talking to me.

Even though I could understand only a few words, all I had to do was look down at him and his face of understanding and comfort said it all.

I walked away in knowing that so often you think you are strong. So often you think you are the one that will make a lasting impression, but you walk away changed and remembering the faces that have changed your heart forever.

Mine came through a little boy who was my brave little soldier.

My body is trying to get used to this whole time change thing. So by candle light, I figured I would write. People asked me before I left if I was ready to go back. Haiti has this crazy deep rooted place in my heart. It’s easy to feel, but hard to explain. The minute our plane flew over the rusted shacks and crop cut hills, I knew I was home. We all felt like we knew the land, and it all set well with us. The minute we stepped off the plane, little Stevie says, ” AND THERE IT IS.” We all felt it. The humid, moist, yet familiar air that brought back so many memories. What were once memories and snapshots were now real and vivid scenes. I can’t tell you how many times I have closed my eyes just to remember the faces. Even through the chaos, the familiar spoken language through the fence made me smile. We were greeted with hugs, dancing, food, and presents. Half of my year will be spent here. My good friend Olivia made me a couple of CD’s before I left. On one of them, it had Joshua 1:9 casually written on the top. “ Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” We all sat as a family last night and picked a verse for our year. This is the verse I chose. Why? Honestly, I feel like these next 6 months will be different. They will be hard. They will be nothing like the last 3 months. I was in tears at the San Diego airport realizing I might not make it to Haiti as expected. Fear, doubt, begging, and panic overcame everything in me. But guess what? I am here. And I got to go on the plane that was planned from the beginning. Which takes me back to my verse. To be strong and courageous through frightening times, because He is right there with me. Well, looking back at that experience, I failed miserably. Good thing I have 6 months to learn.

My body is trying to get used to this whole time change thing.

So by candle light, I figured I would write.

People asked me before I left if I was ready to go back.

Haiti has this crazy deep rooted place in my heart.

It’s easy to feel, but hard to explain.

The minute our plane flew over the rusted shacks and crop cut hills, I knew I was home.

We all felt like we knew the land, and it all set well with us.

The minute we stepped off the plane, little Stevie says, ” AND THERE IT IS.”

We all felt it.

The humid, moist, yet familiar air that brought back so many memories.

What were once memories and snapshots were now real and vivid scenes.

I can’t tell you how many times I have closed my eyes just to remember the faces.

Even through the chaos, the familiar spoken language through the fence made me smile.

We were greeted with hugs, dancing, food, and presents.

Half of my year will be spent here.

My good friend Olivia made me a couple of CD’s before I left.

On one of them, it had Joshua 1:9 casually written on the top.

“ Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

We all sat as a family last night and picked a verse for our year.

This is the verse I chose.

Why?

Honestly, I feel like these next 6 months will be different.

They will be hard.

They will be nothing like the last 3 months.

I was in tears at the San Diego airport realizing I might not make it to Haiti as expected.

Fear, doubt, begging, and panic overcame everything in me.

But guess what?

I am here. And I got to go on the plane that was planned from the beginning.

Which takes me back to my verse.

To be strong and courageous through frightening times, because He is right there with me.

Well, looking back at that experience, I failed miserably.

Good thing I have 6 months to learn.

John Mark’s newest album resembles hope, hurt, sin, overcoming, a new beginning…

I listened to this album to and from Oregon.

There has been one song that settles close with what I’m dealing with right now.

His song, ” Love you swore”

At one point in the song, he repeats…

” Harbor me in the eye of the storm, for I’m holding on to the love you swore.”

I think of the fact that I’m leaving to go back to Haiti in 6 days.

I think of how easy it is for me to pull away from my friends, community, and family.

I think of circumstances and situations in my life and the ones around me that are hard.

I think of my heart and how it’s the core of my being, but sometimes all I want to do is protect it from anymore hurt. 

This is my storm.

I can either choose to hold on to something that will fall apart, or something that will harbor me in the eye of the storm.

I look at this picture that has always been here in Oregon….hanging so simply on the wall of Jenna’s house. I think of the first time I ever read it. It was 4 years ago when we met for the first time.  “Enter As Strangers, Leave As Friends” I was meeting my family for the first time, yet as I type this, I know they are some of the most cherished people in my life. “Enter As Strangers, Leave As Friends” I came here last Friday meeting strangers in a church. A church that both of my families are a part of. ( The Pettit’s and Benton’s) It’s really hard for me to put to words what exactly I feel from the people at this church. They know of my name. They know I teach the Pettit kids…but they wanted more. They took me in as their own. As if I had been going to this church all my life…as if I was a friend, not a stranger. They would ask me my story, see me in the hallway and give me a hug filled with tears. They would hand me a Christmas card knowing I was part of this story…strangers meeting for the first time. They would invite me over to their house and just sit and listen…eager to know more ways in which they can help. The list goes on… Every single one of these people in this church I felt were my friends….my family. Yet, the funny thing is, I was meeting them all for the first time. God is so good. He is the only explanation for feeling a part of this huge family here in Oregon. As I would sit and tell the story of how I got here, I honestly couldn’t help but feel this crazy, unexplainable love for the Creator of my life. I looked around at the people who were strangers all snuggled up next to the fire not just listening to a story, but being a part of one. So, as I leave Oregon….I thank God for this time here. Cherished moments of… “Entering As Strangers, Leaving As Friends.”

I look at this picture that has always been here in Oregon….hanging so simply on the wall of Jenna’s house.

I think of the first time I ever read it.

It was 4 years ago when we met for the first time. 

“Enter As Strangers, Leave As Friends”

I was meeting my family for the first time, yet as I type this, I know they are some of the most cherished people in my life.

“Enter As Strangers, Leave As Friends”

I came here last Friday meeting strangers in a church. A church that both of my families are a part of. ( The Pettit’s and Benton’s)

It’s really hard for me to put to words what exactly I feel from the people at this church.

They know of my name. They know I teach the Pettit kids…but they wanted more.

They took me in as their own. As if I had been going to this church all my life…as if I was a friend, not a stranger.

They would ask me my story, see me in the hallway and give me a hug filled with tears.

They would hand me a Christmas card knowing I was part of this story…strangers meeting for the first time.

They would invite me over to their house and just sit and listen…eager to know more ways in which they can help.

The list goes on…

Every single one of these people in this church I felt were my friends….my family.

Yet, the funny thing is, I was meeting them all for the first time.

God is so good. He is the only explanation for feeling a part of this huge family here in Oregon.

As I would sit and tell the story of how I got here, I honestly couldn’t help but feel this crazy, unexplainable love for the Creator of my life.

I looked around at the people who were strangers all snuggled up next to the fire not just listening to a story, but being a part of one.

So, as I leave Oregon….I thank God for this time here.

Cherished moments of…

“Entering As Strangers, Leaving As Friends.”



” I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” I see these words and admire their author. It inspires me to seek this kind of heart. This heart that knows how to be brought to hunger, yet abide in God’s strength. Paul was a traveler & found himself in these very situations that he writes about. Situations that only exist to us in movies. Torture, prison, shipwrecked… Yet, no matter what reality he was facing each morning, his Father gave him strength in all things. Somehow Paul found contentment in prison… God gave him a voice to sing praises. God gave him a pen and paper to write letters. God gave him time to pray and listen. To think that you just read part of a letter from Paul… He wasn’t loving his situations, but he learned how to cope in whatever situations given to him. For me, it is the reality of falling asleep in a country that is “living in want”, to waking up in a country that is “living in plenty.”

” I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”

I see these words and admire their author.

It inspires me to seek this kind of heart.

This heart that knows how to be brought to hunger, yet abide in God’s strength.

Paul was a traveler & found himself in these very situations that he writes about.

Situations that only exist to us in movies.

Torture, prison, shipwrecked…

Yet, no matter what reality he was facing each morning, his Father gave him strength in all things.

Somehow Paul found contentment in prison…

God gave him a voice to sing praises.

God gave him a pen and paper to write letters.

God gave him time to pray and listen.

To think that you just read part of a letter from Paul…

He wasn’t loving his situations, but he learned how to cope in whatever situations given to him.

For me, it is the reality of falling asleep in a country that is “living in want”, to waking up in a country that is “living in plenty.”

This will be my 3rd day back from Haiti. I think I realized I was in a different land when I arrived in Florida airport to see a vending machine selling ipods. I looked around at the sea of white faces and felt a huge comfort that we spoke the same language, yet each of them had their faces buried in some form of technology that was permanently attached to their body. Since being back, I have felt so much love from friends and family. I love being just a phone call away.  I love being able to just get in my car and go. I love just cuddling on the couch and eating Estradas burritos with some of my closest friends. My body and mind have been running a million miles a second. The point of exhaustion without being able to rest. It wasn’t until yesterday when I was driving home that I remembered my hearts desire. It was such a sad moment, realizing that since I have been back, I have left Him out of it all. My Savior, my Father, my God. I looked up into the sky and just felt a kind of guilt I have never really had before. He painted that sky as a reminder for me. A reminder of why I am here… I was writing in my journal this morning about how easily we get distracted here. How easily Satan can disguise himself behind busyness, technology, and routine.  You set your camp up in a field and within that same day, a lion comes to check things out. He sees where you are storing your food, he watches your every move. He inches closer and closer, yet you are too busy setting up your tent. You can’t hear him coming because you’re drowning out the background noise with your headphones in your ears. He arrives inches away from you and tears apart your food. Ripping each bag open and devouring every crumb.  He walks away satisfied and full. You turn around empty and hungry. My hope is that I wouldn’t have my back turned. That I would hear his lurking steps off in the distance and be prepared. That I wouldn’t be drowned in busyness and distractions to not hear when Satan, “Prowls around like a roaring lion, waiting for someone to devour.” - 1 Peter 5:8

This will be my 3rd day back from Haiti.

I think I realized I was in a different land when I arrived in Florida airport to see a vending machine selling ipods.

I looked around at the sea of white faces and felt a huge comfort that we spoke the same language, yet each of them had their faces buried in some form of technology that was permanently attached to their body.

Since being back, I have felt so much love from friends and family.

I love being just a phone call away. 

I love being able to just get in my car and go.

I love just cuddling on the couch and eating Estradas burritos with some of my closest friends.

My body and mind have been running a million miles a second.

The point of exhaustion without being able to rest.

It wasn’t until yesterday when I was driving home that I remembered my hearts desire.

It was such a sad moment, realizing that since I have been back, I have left Him out of it all.

My Savior, my Father, my God.

I looked up into the sky and just felt a kind of guilt I have never really had before.

He painted that sky as a reminder for me. A reminder of why I am here…

I was writing in my journal this morning about how easily we get distracted here.

How easily Satan can disguise himself behind busyness, technology, and routine.

 You set your camp up in a field and within that same day, a lion comes to check things out.

He sees where you are storing your food, he watches your every move.

He inches closer and closer, yet you are too busy setting up your tent.

You can’t hear him coming because you’re drowning out the background noise with your headphones in your ears.

He arrives inches away from you and tears apart your food. Ripping each bag open and devouring every crumb. 

He walks away satisfied and full.

You turn around empty and hungry.

My hope is that I wouldn’t have my back turned.

That I would hear his lurking steps off in the distance and be prepared.

That I wouldn’t be drowned in busyness and distractions to not hear when Satan, “Prowls around like a roaring lion, waiting for someone to devour.” - 1 Peter 5:8

It was under a tarp that I held you. Pouring down rain as we watched the “Jesus Film”. Pushed toward the edge of the tarp…. You dropped your shoes in the mud and clung onto me…making foot imprints on my skirt. Water continued to drop on us as the tarp filled with water, but you didn’t seem to care. You hummed me a tune I will never forget. You kissed me on the cheek with the cutest smile… too many times to count.  As I left, my mind was replaying your laugh, smile, kisses… As we finally got home, I looked down and saw your little footprints left on my skirt from the mud. A night I promise I will never forget. I miss you little one.

It was under a tarp that I held you.

Pouring down rain as we watched the “Jesus Film”.

Pushed toward the edge of the tarp….

You dropped your shoes in the mud and clung onto me…making foot imprints on my skirt.

Water continued to drop on us as the tarp filled with water, but you didn’t seem to care.

You hummed me a tune I will never forget.

You kissed me on the cheek with the cutest smile… too many times to count. 

As I left, my mind was replaying your laugh, smile, kisses…

As we finally got home, I looked down and saw your little footprints left on my skirt from the mud.

A night I promise I will never forget.

I miss you little one.

Last night we got invited over for dinner by an organization called Heart 2 Heart. If you don’t know much about what they do, check them out! They respond to disaster relief by training and bringing in doctors from the U.S to help with people affected by the earthquake. Right now, Heart 2 Heart is responding to the massive growth of cholera. This organization lives right down the street from us. We got to sit down with the owners of this amazing place. Hearing their stories and just being able to know they have had to make sacrifices in their life to be a part of something like this…yet they count them all as blessings. We also met an amazingly cute couple that has been married for 2 years. They are both nurses and down here in Haiti for 2 weeks being used in their medical experiences in whatever way possible. They were seriously the cutest couple. Why? You might ask? Well, 2 days ago, they decided they wanted to get dropped off in the mountains of Haiti (with a guide) and hike back to land. The hike took them a day and a half. Hearing their hiking adventures…. From walking through multiple knee high rivers, to sleeping in a church, to all the different people they came in contact with. I just fell in love with them. So…. Dear Future Husband, Lets not be boring. Lets hike up mountains in crazy countries and set our tent up in untouched lands. Maybe own an organization and tell stories till we’re old and grey to those who want to hear.

Last night we got invited over for dinner by an organization called Heart 2 Heart.

If you don’t know much about what they do, check them out!

They respond to disaster relief by training and bringing in doctors from the U.S to help with people affected by the earthquake.

Right now, Heart 2 Heart is responding to the massive growth of cholera.

This organization lives right down the street from us.

We got to sit down with the owners of this amazing place.

Hearing their stories and just being able to know they have had to make sacrifices in their life to be a part of something like this…yet they count them all as blessings.

We also met an amazingly cute couple that has been married for 2 years.

They are both nurses and down here in Haiti for 2 weeks being used in their medical experiences in whatever way possible.

They were seriously the cutest couple.

Why? You might ask?

Well, 2 days ago, they decided they wanted to get dropped off in the mountains of Haiti (with a guide) and hike back to land.

The hike took them a day and a half.

Hearing their hiking adventures….

From walking through multiple knee high rivers, to sleeping in a church, to all the different people they came in contact with.

I just fell in love with them.

So….

Dear Future Husband,

Lets not be boring.

Lets hike up mountains in crazy countries and set our tent up in untouched lands.

Maybe own an organization and tell stories till we’re old and grey to those who want to hear.