Rise

I am a morning person... almost obsessively so.  I love the wee hours before even the sun rises when the world is quiet and the day is new with possibilities.  My brain usually starts turning from the moment my eyes open.  What's on the agenda for today?  What adventures are there to be had?  What work is there to be done?  While most days start out with optimism and possibility, all too often by the time I reach the afternoon hours I find myself feeling tired or frustrated or discontented or ready for a do-over.  Somewhere between the rise of the sun and the moments when real life gets going, I lose that optimistic outlook that comes with the break of a new day.  

This morning my very kind sister, Leah, woke up at very early o'clock to drive me to the airport.  I sat at the terminal in Boston waiting for the plane to Miami.  I watched the sunrise on a new day with possibilities.  And, to be honest, my heart was a mixture of excitement and expectation and also some fear and anxiety.  This summer, my eighth summer in Haiti, will be full of firsts, full of new, full of unknown.  As if the tackling of new challenges weren't enough, I'm finding it harder than ever to walk away from my life in New Hampshire.  This morning, as I watched the sunrise, I was praying for peace to rest in the faithfulness of our good God who is not shaken by the passing of time or the changes of circumstances or the ups and downs that we experience in this life. 



I'm so thankful for you - my family and friends and church community and the ways that you all support me, encourage me, and challenge me in the ups and downs of this life of faith.  Thank you for following along with me on another summer's adventures in Haiti!  I'll look forward to sending the next post from my Haiti summer home!  
Much love in Christ, Jessie