Three Months Later ...

Three months later I am sitting in the mountains of British Columbia, huddling under sweatshirts and blankets, reflecting on the last ninety days of my life.

Looking at the pictures, I don't possibly know how to take the events captured on film and put them into words on paper. The emotions wrapped up in those moments overwhelm me before I can accurately express myself. But I am so afraid of losing theses moments in my mind, having them erased and replaced by others. I don't want to forget the names and the faces of Haiti that are etched in my mind and heart, the stories of strength and determination.

But how ... What words do I use?

Three months later, I know that I am tired although tired doesn't seem a strong enough word. Exhausted, being completely worn out or used up, seems a more accurate description of my current state.

Three months later, I know that the person returning to Canada this week is not the same one who ventured to Haiti just after the earthquake hit. Reflecting on my experiences through the camera lens, I find it hard to recognize myself - my skin tones darker and expressions evolved - An outward reflection of some inward change.

Three months later, my life has changed and is changing in remarkable ways. Boarding that small chartered plane in Fort Lauderdale, with a world of unknowns awaiting me in Port au Prince, I could never have imagined what lay ahead. God took my love for this country and it's people, putting it to use serving the Haitians in a practical way, slowly revealing His plans for me there. He held my hand and walked me through a plethora of experiences that have changed and shaped me into the person you'll soon find standing before you. How long she'll be there for, that's hard to say.

Three months later, I have made some wise decisions while others seemed to lack sound judgement. While I'd like to blame it on sleep deprivation, some of the responsibility lies with me. I am, after all, human, complete with all my imperfection.

Three months later, I am feeling rather hesitant and nervous as I venture home. Just as I have changed over the past ninety days, nothing left behind remains unchanged. Life is not static but a fluid motion forward ... And we have no choice but to move with it.

Three months later, I have so much more to say and continue to discover how to share the thoughts and stories of my heart. In the meantime, I thank everyone for their continued love, support and patience with me on this adventure.