Most of the time before I begin to write, I sit for a few minutes, waiting…waiting…waiting…I am not sure where to start. I probably say this everytime, but I wish I could tell all of the stories from the past few months. Stories of hope and restoration and healing. It has truly been amazing. Many times over the past few months, I have sat down to write or wanted to and I just can’t. I never want to post something on here that is “just” a story. I want it to speak to me. I want it to touch me first. I want it to make me cry. I write because I hope that these stories inspire you to grow closer to the Lord and if they do not, than they are just words. As you grow closer to Him, you see people. You see their needs. You see people’s sufferings. I don’t desire to be praised for what I do or considered a hero. I am not a hero. I am simply someone that was chosen by God to live in Haiti and to help relieve the sufferings of people. The older I get, the more I