My heart has been broken for what breaks His.
And I know my life is changed because of it.
My heart is full. How did I have such joy, peace, and freedom when I had so little in Haiti?
My mind is full. Questions that arise and refuse to settle just yet.
And our nation. It's full, so full. Of stuff. Too much stuff. We can't see through it all.
The Haitians. Their stomachs are empty. Their homes are empty.
Their eyes are full. Sometimes of pain. Sometimes of joy.
Their churches are full.
My eyes are full. Of tears as I remember smiling with the people, laughing with them...crying with them.
My arms are empty. They ache with wanting to hold those precious babies again, those orphans, those sick children. Just one more time to hold you close and love on you and press your tiny bodies close to my heart.
My heart is so full.
My suitcases are empty. Unpacked and stored away.
But how do I unpack my heart?