Last night was a rant, which is sometimes needed, but sometimes regretted.
I would never for a second want you to think that there is more hate in my life than love.
There are so many precious things that I love.
I love the feeling of a tiny life snuggled on my chest.
I love waking up in the middle of the night, because they need me.
I love that God recognizes my human weakness and gives me the breaks that I need.
I love not owning a mirror. And that it doesn't matter.
I love falling asleep to the sounds of blaring music outside my gate, reminding me that I am surrounded by people, that I’m not alone.
I love knowing that, although not in any of the ways that I imagined, my life is becoming everything that I have ever dreamed of.
I love griot, and lambi and pickliz.
I love that I have time every day to pray for Haiti, the people I adore and the babies I will hold.
I love driving down the road, with the windows rolled down and the smells that envelopes me.
I love that I am making a difference, no matter how small or insignificant it may be.
I love the dust that I rinse off my feet every night.
I love that live, every single day, the life I was created by my precious Lord to fulfill.
Honestly, as discouraged as I may become I realize that I am beyond blessed to live a life of love and hope. A life that I love with all of my heart and soul.
Thank you Jesus.