Waiting...

Moments after news broke of the earthquake in Haiti I knew I wanted to go and serve. It was neat to see my awesome friend, Amy, felt the exact same and text me to and say "when they send teams from Seacoast to Haiti, want to go?" It was on our hearts, as it was for so many, but we knew that we had to be patient. This past Saturday our Missions Pastor alerted via Facebook that they'd be announcing 4 trips to Haiti at Sunday's service. One status update completely made my heart race. Was it time? Am I ready???

Last night as I sat in a room of 60+ people from my church who signed up to go with a moment's notice, I couldn't help but fight back tears. There are only 40 spots right now, as teams must stay at 10 people each due to travel logistics, so if you do the math there will be a good chunk of us who will not go. YET. Regardless of whether or not I "make the cut" this go round, I was privileged to sit in a room surrounded by people who embody my favorite verse "Here am I. Send me." Isiah 6:8. We may not have thousands of dollars to send over there but what we do have is time to give and hands to lend. Not only do these people care about the well being of people they've never met and will most likely never see again, but they are willing to put their lives on hold with literally a month to prepare, distance themselves from every comfort they have and loved one they have to serve strangers. Very cool and very inspiring.


As I wait to find out this weekend whether or not it's my time to go, I'm trying to really wrap my brain around what it'll mean, what it'll entail, and what exactly I will see. Not praying about this is not an option. Actually it's the only option I have right now. Here am I. Will you send me?


Until then...here's a little info about the area where the medical team might be stationed accordingly to the team leader (again, insert many, many prayers here):

Cité Soleil (Kreyol: Site Solèy, English: Sun City) is a very densely populated commune located in the Port-au-Prince metropolitan area in Haiti. It has development as a shanty town. Most of its estimated 200,000 to 300,000 residents live in extreme poverty.[1] The area is generally regarded as one of the poorest and most dangerous areas of the Western Hemisphere's poorest country; it is one of the biggest slums in the Northern Hemisphere. There is little police presence, no sewers, no stores, and little to no electricity. *the picture at the top is a survivor of this city.