A Surreal Experience

I am back home. This morning I had a hot shower after sleeping in a nice bed. I know am home, yet last night I awoke to what I thought was a tremor but it was Paul rolling over in bed. It takes a while to reenter and in the meantime you cannot go to the mall, or a big grocery store. Therapy for me is editing this blog (dreadful number of typos) and adding the pictures. And I will sit with friends and tell encouraging stories as some of them are too tender hearted to listen to the other stories.

I felt protected the whole time I was in Haiti, even during the earthquakes. I felt some grief and great sorrow but not despair. Sister Lorraine shared with me that when she thinks of all the needs and how little she can do, that what she contributes is a drop in the bucket, she remembers that drop is Mercy. We give Mercy. And when I dress the remnants of limbs without flinching, that is Grace. When we went through Port Au Prince and saw the devastation (it looked like a war zone that you see in the movies) I just could not take it all in. I don't think I can ever take it in as that would be too destructive to me personally.  I accept that I do what I can and that is not much. For now, that will do.