I came to Haiti, the first time, because someone in the Dominican told me that Haiti was poorer. I couldn’t even begin to imagine that.
And that was it. My heart had a huge soft spot for a huge soft spot Jesus seemed to have, too…the poor. the orphan. the widow.
So I went. Came.
And there are days, even still, that you can’t even begin to wrap your mind around it. And you don’t know what to do, or what to think, and no matter what you thought maybe you could do, it isn’t. gonna. touch it.