Today we moved back from the fairgrounds. A HUGE thank you to the Defiance County Fair for letting us crash the party.

We had to reinforce the bunks today since we cut them in half yesterday. It turns out that the only thing holding the bunks together were the walls of the shelter. (And the only thing holding the shelter together were the bunks!!!)

Today I had a bit of a wake up call about what we are doing…

Home Means Hope is kind of the catch phrase we have adopted around here, but I often forget exactly what that means. One of the things it can mean is family…I got to visit part of my family today.

You see, I haven’t been home since we started this project, and may not be home for a long time still. I know that I could just go home once in a while and that no one would stop me, but I want to feel at least a little bit of what the Haitians feel. So for me that means no home.

In addition, I have not made it to church in 3 weeks. I could make excuses, but the truth is that I thought I had more important things to do with my time. I haven’t missed that much church in a long time.

Today I went back…I got to see a part of my family again.

It was glorious.

The service was great…and I felt safe, loved, cared for.

When the service let out, I turned to walk out, and had to wait for two younger girls as they sprinted past me into the waiting arms of Karalee…two girls who were adopted. Who came from Haiti.

They moved away to California last fall, and we hadn’t seen them since. Now they have come back to visit unexpectedly. It was like a moment out of a movie to see them sprinting down the aisle.

I struggled to fight back tears as I walked out to my car. I had been struck with the beauty of Gods plan for his Kingdom here on earth. We are all part of the family, and soon we will all be Home. While we are here, I am going to do my best to take care of my brothers and sisters…here, and in Haiti.

Home Means Hope…Shelter 127