My Father knew....

My Father knew:
My Father called me to Haiti for this summer. He knew that I would at first be totally overwhelmed by how the St. Louis campus is, but He also knew that after less than a week it would become like home. He knew that as we visited all the other campuses during training that I would fall even more in love with this beautiful country. He knew that I would quickly fall in love with 48 of the most beatiful, joyful, and mischievious kids. He knew that they would amaze me and blow me away with that despite their various disabilities they have so much love for life, each other, and every single person they meet. He knew that I quickly  I  would no longer be working alongside strangers but alongside my brothers and sisters. He knew that I would be overwhelmed by His faithfulness when I went back to the Mole and stood in the spot where we first started talking about coming back to Haiti. He knew that I would fall in love with seventeen of the cutest kids, even if they could be little trouble makers. He knew that I would love getting to help deliver a baby and helping with clinics. He knew that several times this summer there would be things that would break my heart and that He would be the only one to get me through them. He knew that my new favorite food would become fried plantains. He knew that I wouldn't want to go home when the summer was over. He knew it would break my heart to say goodbye to my family here. He knew that I would already start praying about when I was suppose to come back at the beginning of the summer. He knew everything.

He still knows everything. He knows that I my heart is aching to go back to Haiti. He knows when He will tell me to come back to Haiti. He knows that I'm anxiously and prayerfully waiting for His call to come.