Tomorrow morning, early, I'm heading back to Haiti for a visit. It will be short. Not even a month. My friend Holly is coming with me to the mission and then we'll do a wee vacation next door (D.R.) and after that more time at the mission, time with the UB team when they arrive on the 17th, and then back to Mission of Hope. I just know it will all seem too short.

However, I'm also sure I'll be ready to see family and friends again afterwards.

I know this because of how I have been feeling the past two months.

When I stop and think of each dear one who has blessed me with a smile, encouragement, inquiry, prayer, email, hug, gift of time or any other treasure... Well, I find myself overwhelmed.

To be loved is a gift. To be loved as Christ loves... what can I say? I hope, and pray to Him, that I can love you like you love me, dear ones.

 

 2 Corinthians 3 (from The Message)

 ³ Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God's living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives—and we publish it.