A Prayer for Haiti

Hello Friends!

Thank you so much for all of your support, prayers, and encouragement in preparation and during my trip to Haiti. I've been back since Sunday night, and am still processing all that I saw, did, and felt God doing through me.

I know lots of you are eager to here about my adventures, but I am not ready to write just yet. Instead, I thought I would share a prayer I wrote in my prayer journal on the flight from Port Au Prince to Miami, without any revisions...sorry for the run-on sentences. Enjoy!


Father, I am on my way back to Miami, in mid-air. I want to try to collect my thought and begin the journey of processing my experience and all that you have taught me. I am just not sure where to start.


I think (well, I know) that it would be even harder seeing what I've seen without believing in you. Haiti forces me even more to trust in your sovereignty...that you are working through the brokenness and sin rampant in this country. I pray that many in Haiti, all people everywhere, would come to know you, to have hope in you and in Jesus, to have hope for eternal life and eternal joy. I pray for change in the folks back home, that you would soften hearts that would be ready to accept seeds of stories of my experience, that you would water them and cause changed hearts and lives that pour into Haiti and into the poor, to lift them up and bring them hope, a purpose, and a future.

Father, I pray that you would give me discipline to be intentional, to choose to be changed for the kingdom by this experience, to be a voice for the people I've met and who have touched me. Help me stay that course to support the orphans, the homeless, the naked, the needy.




















Use me as your instrument to be your voice, your hands, and your feet to those in need in Haiti, around the world, and in my own neighborhood. I pray that you would give me a humble and obedient heart, to hear what you want for me to do, to say, who to comfort, and to follow through with boldness and courage, relying on you to work through me.

Father, I remain so thankful and overwhelmed that you love me enough to trust me and use me with your people as you have used me on this trip. I see how beautiful your people are, how you are in each of them, whether they know you or not, how you are in each face, each smile, every set of eyes.




















I am overwhelmed with humility and thankfulness that you love me enough to break me as you have broken me this trip, breaking my heart for your people and your children. It was difficult at times, and I'm sure it could have been more difficult if you willed it, but something very happens in the midst of brokenness (my friend Ashley was right). My heart has grown, expanded, and become much more like yours, despite the remaining sin and yuckiness in my heart. I realized this week that my heart must look like Port Au Prince to you sometimes, full of sin, brokenness, dirt, and general yuckiness and not-niceness. But you still love me, and make me clean and beautiful like the Haitian countryside. What an amazing, loving, healing, big God you are! I am immensely thankful that you have pursued me, saved me, loved me in all seasons and places in my life, and given me a new life in you, a heart cleansed and saved by grace.