(this post was originally written in 2012 while I was living in Haiti and posted on my then blog. I’m reposting some of my favorite blog posts here for posterity and sharing sake)

I talked to a guy the other day who has lived here for 20+ years and he said the longer he is here the more questions he has. That comforted me. See, I’m confused about most things lately. I have lots and lots of questions. I used to think I had some answers. Not all of them, just some. Sitting in my nice little house in America, looking at a situation in a third world country and saying “well why don’t they just do this…” or “if the government would just do this…” or “let’s bring this to them, surely that will help”. I’m guilty too.

Now I couldn’t tell you what the answer is for much of anything.

I no longer think that adoption is ok in all circumstances and my heart aches for broken families.
I question things when I go to an orphanage, trying not to be cynical but learning the hard way that it’s not always roses.
I now think short term missions can be a bad thing if you don’t think through what you are doing and how you are affecting the long term.
I think that we get it wrong sometimes and need to be constantly questioning our actions