I close my eyes and I am there.
In a church with no walls yet with worship so free earthen boundaries could never contain it.
In a school where chalkboards perched precariously on chairs and sweet little faces peer around corners eyes wide with curiosity.
In the wall-less, roof-less “living room” of a home where sweet community is forged and prayers are spoken.
In a chair outside a church where water flows down faces and over feet – holy ground.
I am inhaling deeply the graces found once again in Haiti. Soon, I will share this incredible trip. Right now I am savoring (selfishly) the treasures in my soul.