Just a little bit of Haiti.

I’m sitting here staring at a blank page with Electra glued to my side, snuggling into my neck, rocking back and forth. 

This is my life.

 I’m not good with words. I can’t describe my days in a way that you can understand exactly what it is like for me.

But every day, I get to love Electra, Baby, and Imensky. Sometimes it feels too small, like I’m not doing enough. And other times it feels like quite enough, tiring, and overwhelming. I am positive that this is where I am supposed to be. I belong here, right now. I am supposed to be feeding this baby, changing his diapers, wiping his nose, drying his tears, cuddling, making him smile, sharing in his laughter, and treasuring every little kiss. I am supposed to be drawing pictures with Electra, snuggling, giggling, and helping her get ready for bed. I am supposed to be loving. One child at a time.  I will love the ones that the Lord puts in front of me. That number of little ones is subject to change at any moment.

So at this time, this is where I am at. I stay at home with the children and Martine, the housekeeper. I have to opportunity to build a friendship with Martine as well. I will wait on the Lord to direct and guide me, daily. I know He has so much more in store for my time here and I can’t wait until He reveals it. I am so excited to see what He wants to do, how He wants to use me.