Home is where the heart is...Haiti Video

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Well,  I promised to share a little bit more about my trip to Haiti. Kurt made this video of our trip and I of course cry every single time I watch it. I laugh because just like at home I am  behind the camera! It really is an addiction of mine :)  but it's okay because I truly love seeing all these faces. It makes my heart swell with joy and love to see how much love we all have for one another and to remember how quickly and strongly those bonds grew between both our team members and us as a whole with the Haitian people.

I. miss. them. The part of the video that causes me the biggest heartache is seeing the words home away from home above that pink building.... although that was the guys bunk house.... :) Good for them cause they came back with bug bites all over them and we girls were red bite free. No bed bugs for us! I miss that home away from home.

Home is where the heart is has never had more meaning to me. My heart is spread now between two countries thousands of miles away and in the bodies of 42 Haitian speaking kids, the most beautiful Haitian woman I have ever seen lying in a hospital bed mourning the loss of her life and begging for God to provide her family money to keep her alive. It's in countless faces smeared with the same emptiness I have felt so many times in my life. It's running around that cement compound and up and down those dirty streets. It gets up early for a meal of bread and dirty water, it doesn't have the liberty of plumbing or paper towels bc there is nothing to wipe up with them.... It goes to sleep inside bodies with no mom to hug or hold or comfort or tickle or console.  It's singing beautiful melodies in a language that is not my own... It smiles at handmade kites from trash bags and marbles make from rocks. It delights a game of tag and a mighty game of arm wrestling. It is hidden away behind the blank stare of a 16 year old girl who's eyes tell you more than you ever wanted to know, and it rejoices on the isle of a church where a hundred prayers being prayed aloud mesh into a beautiful cry out to the father who made us all, who connected us all, who places home in our hearts, whether on a city block or stretched between countries that seem worlds away...

I would ask myself why, but I already know the answer. It's because I am blessed. I am immeasurably blessed to feel even a sliver of the love God has for his people. I am blessed to   have the burden for the orphan both here and there.  I am blessed to feel like I have had my soul ripped apart for so many other human beings I share this great big world with. I am blessed to feel....  I am grateful for the opportunity to be stretched beyond my control or power to give love and offerings to people who have absolutely nothing to offer me in the worlds standards. God chose me to love on those no one else wants to love on. I don't know what He sees in me all the time, but I am absolutely sure that is what is woven into the threads of my soul. It's not glamorous, but it's where my heart is and there I feel at home....

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:21

Here is the link to the video from our tip:  https://vimeo.com/46383162

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