This week I finally bought a new pair of tennis shoes. I’m chronically indecisive, especially when buying a new pair of tennis shoes…online. I bought a pair and returned them (#America). I looked and looked and looked some more, called, ordered, changed my mind last minute, and finalized my order.
The shoes arrived right to my front door. The wonders of two-day shipping. The conveniences of America. I opened the box and tried them on.
With my new shoes on, I am in the therapy room in the clinic in Onaville, Haiti with Madamoiselle Pascal. I’m back in the heat of Haiti, sweating in that sunny room with one of my favorite patients turned friend. I gave her a pair of my tennis shoes that I had brought to Haiti because I wanted her to have supportive footwear and I really needed her to wear her ankle foot orthosis to keep her dropping right foot in a dorsiflexed position. Read More
On my first trip to Haiti in May of 2015, this picture was taken. It makes me cringe and want to cry and laugh. A 26 year old physical therapist living in Dallas, desperate to pursue this life-long dream of missions. I had been seeking out opportunities for months and months and had been denied, wait-listed, and had scheduling conflicts. Finally, I got to go to Haiti. Read More
A year ago today, I moved back to the US from my home in Haiti.
Here are a few thoughts on what I’ve learned in the past year of transition. Read More
Is a liar
Fear creeps in whispering you are not enough
You should figure your life out now
You are wasting time
When will the other shoe drop?
Fear is oppressive
When it links arms with shame, together they aim to take you out
There are days when fear wins, when its voice is the loudest
On other, sunnier days, the winners are vulnerability,bravery, and presence.
Calm and meditation push back the anxiety. Read More
“There’s an epidemic in a small port town in Haiti called White Savior-itis and it’s killing all the families in a 3 mile radius.”
- a friend working in said community Read More
At God’s table there is room
Room for you and room for me
Room for difference and disagreement
Room for the outcast and the foreigner
Room for the child, the woman, the elder
Room for the man and boy
Room for the ‘gay’ and ‘straight’
Room for the criminal Read More
I had the privilege of attending the Declare Conference in Dallas, TX this weekend.
Afterwards, I jotted down these thoughts.
Enjoy Read More
Living in another country has a way of exposing one to the depths of their soul - like extracting the heart out of the body and taking a close examination of arteries, veins, muscles, and chambers like our paradigms and belief systems.
This blog, originally published in August, 2017 during a season of burn out, is one of the many that express my changing paradigms and views of myself, God, and the world. Read More
My mom recently gifted me an incredible book Every Moment Holy.
I didn’t grow up in a liturgical faith background and I am LOVING this book. It has been incredibly refreshing for my soul.
I was reading over my journal from the end of my time in Haiti through the first half of 2018, seeing themes of brokenness and pain and unknown and waiting and … transition. I felt inspired to do a little writing exercise with those common themes in the form of a liturgy…. and this is what came out of it! Hope it speaks to your soul and you can pass it on to someone in the season of unknown. Read More
In light of the 3 year anniversary of the Onaville Community Health Center this week, I thought a re-post from way back in January, 2016 might be appropriate. It’s crazy and foggy and magical and hard and miraculous and fun to think back on that time. That time when new things were being created, that time of envisioning and dreaming and doing. That time of total exhaustion. That time of passion and excitement.
There is a time and place and season for all things and this was a pretty amazing one! Read More