Haiti
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A Few of the Reasons I’m Missing Haiti Today
Our church is getting ready to send another team to Haiti, and this time, I’m not on it. And I’m grieving over that. I think it’s just now hitting me that when they step off on that foreign tarmac, and feel the heat equivalent of fifty hair dryers trained on their expectant, wide-eyed faces, I’ll be here in Washington, doing some unknown, un-Haiti-like something, and missing out on the beauty that is Jacmel. Why do we pick at our owies? I couldn’t help but look through my pictures of our last trip, and watch the videos I took of chaotic, overcrowded dirt roads, where the only rule to guide you…
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Hold Me
Gage is a toddler on the run. Spying the cat, he wriggles a “Let me go, Grandma” message, and I do. I set him down, knowing he’ll be back. He races in that precious, Lurch-like fashion of his toward Felix, who is stretched to capacity near the wood stove, and ignorant of his impending tail-tug. Gage is quick, but Felix is faster. He abandons the hearth to save himself, and hides just out of of chubby-finger-reach under the love seat. Grandma, Gage’s eyes say to me, kitty gone. Get kitty. Instead, I pick him up again, and rock his little body. Visions of Grandma-less Haitian babies still swim in my…
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Going once, going twice …
This might be the most shameless thing I’ve ever done. Maybe. Either way, it’s pretty shameless. In an effort to raise support for my upcoming missions trip to Haiti, I’ve decided to auction off a batch a few batches of cinnamon rolls. If you’d like me to drive a still-warm pan of these to your house–or send them via overnight delivery (continental US only … sorry 🙁 )–just post your bid in a comment below (or on the Facebook link). Warning: these are pretty rich and cinnamony. And buttery. And quite gooey. And the cream cheese frosting kind of drizzles down into every crevice, making them ridiculously messy. Also, I…
