I want to have the power to define this decade of my life.

We would remove the cork from the vial, and pour the mercury on our palms and watch it roll into a little ball.

How anyone thought it was a good idea to give small children coffee I’ll never know, but a lot of unhealthy things were indulged in back then.

Would they make it? Would their love endure in spite of the difficulties and vast differences between them?

Like a withered, weak hand reaching out of a dark, dense fog, she barely touched the edge of reality.

The shaping of my character, and that of my husband’s is worth so much more than anything. 

I arrived on a hot, sunny afternoon in early May, just a few months after the earthquake.

Pastor Val’s exquisite care for us in the most challenging of circumstances was so beautiful - I could learn so much from him about hospitality.

In a few minutes, the most beautiful man I have ever seen walked up to us with his arms full of mangoes.

"Today, is a special day. Today we are going to have something like a dream. We will sing, we will eat, we will drink, we will pray together.”

One of the amenities of this particular house was unexpected and certainly not in the listing. Her name was Ines, and she was the best part of living in that house.

My thirst for experiences and learning had led me to ask if they would take me to see their work sometime, and they had asked me to join them this particular Saturday.

“Many are the plans in a man's heart but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails.” Proverbs 19:21.

So, who cares about Haiti? God does. He cares about each individual in this corner of the backside of the earth.