One year ago...

One year ago today I moved to the beautiful island of Haiti.
One year ago today I can remember mixed emotions.
My life had been shattered and would never be mended again.
I remember saying my goodbyes to my normal life, to everything that was familiar to me. Goodbye to my family not knowing when I would see them again.
One year ago today I remember walking down a dark sketchy alley trying to buy a mattress.
One year ago today I remember crying my self to sleep wondering how Gods plan would unfold.

One year later I have learned a new culture and customs and the one I grew up with is now foreign.
One year later I now say goodbyes to the multitude that die from treatable preventable diseases and still wonder when, if I will see them again.
One year later, that mattress is still comfy but most nights its too hot and the cement floor on the porch is much more inviting.
One year later I still cry myself to sleep.
I have been pulled out of my comfort zone and thrown into the war. I will continue to fight for the sake of the Gospel and for His name to increase.
This is my crazy life and I cannot imagine being anywhere else.

But I am forever greatful for what I have learned being on the field this year.
You learn to cope with death easier because its all too common.
You learn to pray more and lean on His shoulders because no longer are you capable of doing anything without Him.
You learn to love more, judge less, and give it all because everyone you meet is going through a battle.

I could not of lived this life without my supporters and prayer partners and most of all Gods grace.

Here is to many more years of following Him, no matter what the crowd thinks. You alone are all I want. You alone are all I need.