A good friend of mine and my son's Youth Pastor once said "There ain't no high like the most high", and that is so true. When I got back from Haiti, I was soaring. I have been chasing that high ever since. I've found it a few times at church, some in the car during my worship time with God, but I can't reach that high I felt back in Haiti during that worship service on base in that little stone chapel where I felt myself leave my body and meet Jesus in the clouds.
I have been struggling ever since. I have been searching for ways to go back to Haiti as a missionary. Which is completely plausible, unless you are a single mother. I have reached out to organizations who instead offer missions trips. I want to stay longer than a week. I desire to work with children. Having a lasting impact and bring my son so he will be impacted.
I've felt the call to serve in Haiti for a very long time. I know that God is not finished with me. He wants me to serve. He will show me the way. There are obviously some things I need to finish before I go back. You can't rush God's process. It's his time not my time.
