Yep. We are in it. Right smack in the middle of the dead of winter. Everyone is complaining about the cold. The dark, dreary days. Most of you that know me KNOW that I love winter. It’s cozy to me. I love the shorter days where I’m free to get in my pajama’s early, curl up by my fake fireplace (wish I had a real one, but I make do!) and have my family near me. However, with that being said…..
…. When my husband asked me last night, “Would you like to go someplace warm?” I said, “YES!” The thought of me curled up on a beach with a fruity little drink and a good book suddenly seemed really nice. When I excitedly asked him, “Where?” He smiled and said, “Haiti”. I was stunned. Ummmmmm, seriously? Apparently, he had been asked to go down with his band, “The Boogie Woogie Jesus Project”. They were going to help out with anything they could during the days, and play concerts during the night. A mission trip. It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind when he initially asked me that question, but it was definitely intriguing to me. I have never gone on a real “mission trip” and although it kind of terrifies me, it would probably be the most fulfilling trip of my life. I don’t know yet if it’s going to work out for either of us to go, but please pray for us and the rest of the band as they try to make it happen. What’s going on in Haiti is just unfathomable to me. I can’t wrap my brain around it. The sorrow. The pain. The amount of work ahead of that country to rebound from this terrible tragedy. All of it is simply beyond my comprehension.
So this morning, I’m sitting here on my comfy couch feeling incredibly blessed. Blessed to have been born in America where even when life seems hard, it’s easy. Blessed to have an amazing family and loving friends to fill my life with love and support. Blessed to have food to eat, water to drink, and a roof over my head.
Oh yeah….and a fake fireplace.
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