March 12

My life is slowly returning to normal. Or I should say a new normal. Life will never be the same as before January 12 because that day all of Haiti and everyone living here changed. Our family changed.

I'm starting to work through my experiences, memories and emotions. However I'm still in the 'it does not seem real' phase. With my brother's encouragement I've started writing out my thoughts to the Lord.

Slowly the laundry from the teams moves from dirty piles, to the washing machine, to the line, to folded and waiting to be donated. Linens and towels are once more folded and placed to wait for the next visitors in the House of Hope.

Post-team season adjustment this year will be drawn out over time with the Bailey's departure less than 2 weeks away and then the Sloan's a week after Easter. Unfortunately a down side to really enjoying the folks who come to work with us is that when they go we face painful good-byes.

Living on a fault line after seeing the catastrophic results of a major earthquake changes your perspective of life. No more avoiding the reality of never knowing how long or short your own life may be. It adds an underlying urgency to the day. A need to focus on things eternal...basically people.

I know a team worked here during our trip. I see the results of their work. They touched and changed my life even if I never met some of them. How is my life changing others? I pray for many people I'll never met in this life and yet my fingerprints remain on their lives. I know that many of your fingerprints of prayer are on my life and our families. Thank you.