healing.

So this post is a bit out of order. I have a post gurgling around in my head about our AMAZING weekend in the Rockies with our dear, dear friend Andrew, but that's going to take a bit of time and some good bandwidth to cover. So, for the meantime, I just want to talk about where we are now. We are currently participating in a week of debriefing and renewal with other missionaries.

For the first time in two years I feel like I am around a group of friends who "get it." I feel like I am around a group of people who speak the same language as me. I feel normal. I feel like I can breathe and have room to decompress. These people here, they GET me. They get the paradox of my life. They get the high highs and the low lows. They get broken pieces. They get the cultural barriers we feel. They have third culture kids too and get that piece.

This morning I felt like I could freely cry in front of other people (for the first time in a LONG time) and THAT. WAS. OKAY. Every time someone says something I feel myself shaking my head in agreement. Every time I say something, a half a dozen other people shake their head in agreement.

I can't imagine a more appropriate place to be at a more appropriate time. Thank you to all of you who have sacrificed your time and funds to send us here, care for our kids in the states AND in Haiti. To give us the space to log off of facebook and email. To not be in "fund-raising" mode. To place us strategically with the perfect set of circumstances (after time of renewed relationships with family and friends and a week of seclusion and extended therapy) to be slowed down enough to HEAR the things we need to hear, and FEEL the things we need to feel in a healing and restorative environment.

This is EXACTLY what our souls have needed. We've been here less than 24 hours and I already KNOW that.

Bondye fidel.