There’s a quiet here, in this waiting before the story.

It’s a feeling I’ve had before.

This waiting, nesting, preparing, quieting the spirit and mind before birth, before the arrival of new life, it’s familiar.

I wonder – what’s the purpose?

I know – there’s a purpose.

I believe – He has a plan.

I dream – it’ll make perfect sense.

I trust – believing He’s prepared the way.

I rest – knowing He’s called.

This story and that story, they’ll be my best.

My heart’s prepared to do its work.

My eye’s prepared to see.

To go, to let go, it’s all He wants now.

So I surrender to the call.

I pack.

I prepare.

And I wait.

I quiet.

It’s the quiet before the story.

New birth, for me.

Amy

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.  Isaiah 42:16

*This is part of a month-long series about my journey to Haiti. Click here to read all the posts in the series.