“Are you happy?” my friend Gerda asked the small, crying boy standing before her who could not find his way out of a drowning fit of tears.
“NO!” came his sobbing reply, “I’m really sad!”
“Do you want to be happy?” Gerda asked with a gentle, patient smile.
“Yes,” he quietly let out with a gasp of air between sobs and a little nod of his head.
Have you ever walked along the Pacific Coast early in the morning when a heavy fog rests like a blanket along the shore, and you can’t see further than a few feet ahead? If you lingered long enough, maybe you have witnessed the heat of the rising sun…
I walked into the small apartment in Haiti that was our temporary home and looked around for a place that I could hide. My whole body felt the build up of anger and grief inside of me…
Exhausted in body and aching in my soul, I yearned for the smallest measure of reprieve from the intensity our family was walking through.
“Girl, you are in the prime of your life! Why are you spending your best years raising someone else’s children, hidden away in a third-world country?”
While working away on the day’s projects, my eyes drifted up from my computer screen and landed on a framed photo on the wall…