Goniaves, Haiti; One of the largest cities in Haiti, full of beautiful, breath taking people, but also full of the hungry and the lost.
This is where I found myself. I came broken, hurting, and searching. Searching for purpose, understanding, anything really. Not really knowing what I was getting myself into. Not knowing how broken I was, or how hurt I was, or that I was even searching.
During the week of my first missions trip, while laughing with orphans who didn’t have a mom and dad to go home to like I did, I found my purpose. I found what I’m supposed to do. I found where I belong.
If I had known that because of this trip I would be traveling the world and living out of a backpack later down the road…..I probably wouldn’t have gone.
But I don’t want to think how my life would be if I hadn’t found my home in Haiti.
Ecuador.
Peru.
Bolivia.
Ukraine.
Romania.
South Africa.
Swaziland.
Mozambique.
Thailand.
Malaysia.
Cambodia.
These will be my home as well. I will leave pieces of my heart in all of these places. But nothing will ever have a place in my heart like Haiti does.
