Monday, July 12, 2010

Gray

Dave snapped this picture on Thursday of last week. Since he has asked me to not go into detail about the situation (even though the whole thing is kind of funny,) and I do what I can to not blatantly go against his wishes, suffice it to say we were temporarily without car and walking to a fast food place down the street from my office. And not happy about it. We were feeling a little grumpy, a little annoyed, a little distressed. As we started walking, it began to rain, which obviously really helped our situation and then I ripped my pants. I know that's not a big deal, but just a funny cherry on top of the whole situation. Union Station in its Gothic glory and storm clouds rolling in really captured our mood.

You know how sometimes you're in a moment that makes you just want to yell, "seriously?!" Well, the past month or so have been one "seriously" moment after another, it seems. I've told you about a couple of them, but there are more, I assure you. We have been to the point a couple of times where there are literally no options and we're forced to wait it out wondering what the purpose is behind all of this... what lesson we're supposed to be learning, what piece of the puzzle the truck brakes going out are, or the car accident was, or how large and unexpected questions arising make sense in the big picture.

Yesterday we visited a church in Franklin where Dr. Jacob Bernard was speaking. Dr. Bernard is the man who runs the orphanage we visited in Haiti. He is a major inspiration. His story is fascinating and touching, and his life is one of impact on a global scale. We were excited to see him again. Every time he mentioned the children of Port au Prince or the babies in the orphanage, I teared up. It still hits me and it still hits me hard. He spoke about the deep need that has a grip on Haiti and the call that some of us have to help. And before you think that this is all out of context... all the junk in my life over the past two months was suddenly meaningless. It just fell away. It wasn't about my big picture or my life lessons and learning things. It was a relief to the distractions. I was pulled so strongly back to Haiti and to those children. I was back to aching for them and hoping for them and wanting to bring them into my home.


Today is the 6th month anniversary of the earthquake. The 6th month anniversary of when my eyes were opened to Haiti and just hints of its impact on me began to show. I love Haiti. I love the people. I love the way it has changed me. I love the way I can suddenly feel like my life is just as insignificant as its supposed to be when I think of Haiti.

1 comment:

guy said...

I heard this not long ago and it will get you thinking. "When you have a collision with God, your view of the world changes. When you have a collision with the world, your view of God changes."
Sounds like some collisions are taking place. That's a good place to be I think.