This morning as were preparing for the television crews, I received a formal invitation from Samaritan's Purse to go to Haiti. Soon. The day after tomorrow, on Friday the 19th. They needed an answer as soon as possible as they needed to fill the vacancy today.
What to say? The timing is crazy. I long to go, but David just got home! My bags are packed, my passport and shots are current. I have already printed off a cheat sheet of medical Creole to review on the plane. The freezer and pantry are even well stocked.
David's response? "There is no reason you should not go. I think you should go." My mom is in shock, but agrees; of course I should go. Our son Nate, a senior in high school, is excited for me. Our son Josh wants to come home from college to see me before I leave.
So, I now have my itinerary and leave at 6 am Friday morning. And what will I do? I will join two Family Practice physicians and two other nurses at the Samaritan's Purse clinic set up in Cite Soleil, Port-au-Prince's largest slum. They have been seeing on average, 100 people a day.
I will stay at the mission compound that was David's home while he was there. I will greet the ladies in the dining room who doted on him. I will revisit the capitol city where David romanced me. I will sweat, put in long hours, probably shed some tears for the Haitian people, pray a lot and expect to see God work.
An opportunity I am excited and at peace about accepting. I value your prayers!
God is good. God is able.
