Ministering to the wealthy, upper class in Haiti

Over the past few days, I have been remembering a conversation that a fewof us had one night.  We were all sitting around in Amber's apartment talking about our lives in Haiti. We started to discuss the way we live our lives here, and the things God was teaching us.

Here were some of our thoughts....

Sometimes I wish we were working more directly with the people living in poverty. 

I feel guilty for having running water and electricity. 

It doesn't feel like I am doing anything beneficial or making a difference. 

Its almost like we are trapped inside this "white" bubble. 

I have wrestled though and continue to wrestle through so many of these questions. But just recently it hit me. Really hit me.

My teaching job in Haiti is just like any teaching job I would have in the States. I wake up each day, go to school, and teach children. My mission field is my classroom. 

Teaching isn't the most glamourous job. I do not have "jaw dropping" stories of saving starving children. I live with a solid roof and walls around me. I have the opportunity to travel around Haiti and see its beauty. I have access to a car. But the Lord has blessed me with the opportunity to impact my little 2nd graders minds for Jesus.

My main focus needs to be on loving the 25 second graders God has placed in my life. It seems simple. It seems straightforward. It seems clear. But on days that are hard and on days that I feel discontent it is so hard to forget why the Lord has called me to Haiti...