My sister and I had the opportunity to a share a bit of our personal stories about orphan care yesterday with a group of women gathered for a retreat at Camp Lebanon. We shared a peek into our hearts regarding a couple of sweet boys named Eli and JP…as well as a few other favorite dudes-Riky, Ecclesiastes, Stanley and Davensly…and a whole host of kiddos getting ready to start school in Port au Prince this week. Of course, I got choked up, cuz that is what I do when I speak about matters of the heart! And I am incredibly grateful for the chance to tell the tales of the crazy connections that have occurred in so many lives that intertwine our hearts to Haiti.
However, as I drove home alone today and had time to reflect, it occurred to me that I really prefer hearing OTHER people’s stories. The discomfort of telling my story, the awkwardness of being in the center of the conversation, is not my favorite thing to do. I am much happier asking the questions…listening and digging deeper into the lives of others! I met individuals that were raised in Africa and Singapore…there was the waiting mom-anticipating the adoption of her special needs child in Hong Kong…the witty comedian that just happened to know our sweet Stanley being adopted from the orphanage/school we support! (Sweet connection!) I heard from women that are unfulfilled in their jobs, looking for something to give them meaning. Others confided fears about pregnancy difficulties or marriage troubles. A young mother of five children, simply wanted a peaceful moment in her day to shower without interruption.
Everyone has a story. I am thankful for the chances to ask questions…to listen and learn.