Last weekend's surprise trip to Haiti was supposed to be filled with fun and laughter. That was my expectation.
And it was a great weekend, in many ways . . . except when it wasn't. This past weekend I was again confronted with the realities of Haiti . . . Harsh realities. Dark realities. Realities that rip at my heart. Realities that are often more than I want to ponder. Realities that affect people I love and know by name.
And so, this past weekend I counted the cost.
But I'm not walking away.
Thankful for friends who are infinitely patient with me as I navigate life between two vastly different worlds.
I'm not certain this will ever get any easier.