Unpacking... not so much clothes, we took more food than clothes. Still unpacking the thoughts and lessons experienced while in Haiti. I'm humbled again. Yep, I thought on this trip I wouldn't be affected again by what I've already seen of Haiti. The devastation, the poverty, the longings, the confusion written on the faces of the people of Haiti. I didn't think I would examine that again. I didn't think I would examine those things in comparison to my own life, my own heart again. Not so. I am processing it again, reading God's word and praying over it. I stand in awe of the Lord. He carries all of this and the rest of the hurting world. But, he is not worried, not wringing his hands, not saying... Oh, what am I going to do about this? No, He is... I AM.
When I was on my needs before bed two nights ago, I came to him with thoughts of our trip, concerns and worries for the boys and the other children at the orphanage. It was overwhelming and swirling in my head. But, when I began to pray, all I wanted to say to him was... HOLY, HOLY, HOLY. I could only praise him. Not because of anything in me, but him living in me.