I am so incredibly heartbroken that people are using the devastation and turmoil that is taking place in Haiti right now for their own profit.

It’s taking everything in me to word this appropriately, but I am so furious with the sick, sick people that are going to hospitals and buying children to sell into sex trafficking and human slavery.

The most recent example I read about this was just a bit ago via the Twitter account of Shaun King.  (You’ll have to search back a page or two to see this episode unfold in full.)

There are confirmed reports of employees of  Hopital Espoir in Haiti are selling children to the black market.

Hopital Espoir means Hospital of Hope.  I can’t imagine how terrified these children must be.

Please take a minute now, whatever you are doing, and pray for those children, the leaders and authorities that can help prevent this, and the people involved with this heartbreaking business.

~c

Actually, it’s tres fotografias.  (That’s what Es said at least).

Anyhoo, we departed Richmond after a delicious breakfast at Can Can.  It’s a pretty legit French bakery/restaurant.  We headed to Virginia Beach with a quick stop in Colonial Williamsburg.  Nice ride.  Great talk with Es.  More to come later on all that.

Tonight we had dinner at Virginia Beach and it was delicious.  I took a few pictures that I thought were worth sharing.

1) The most B.A. turtle I’ve ever seen, and I’m willing to bet that you’ve ever seen too.  (That’s Neptune in the background – or Pseidon, depending on your flavor – but he was clearly overshadowed by the turtles awesomeness.)

2) Some rad pics I took with the QuadCamera app on my iPhone.  I’m really into that thing.  Cool features, including 4-in-a-row or 8-in-a-row pics.  This is of Es trying out the water in VA Beach.

3) We almost had this guy for dinner.  He was still alive.  Es told him; “Nice ‘Live Strong’ bracelets”

(Click on the image [a couple times] to see a full sized and awesomer image)

I saw this comic the other day somewhere online and thought it was freakin’ hilarious.  But I also kind of have a 8 year old’s sense of humor so bare with me.

When I was a kid we had one of those (miserable) Christian childrens singing character tapes.  Similar to Psalty the Singing Songbook – her name was Charity Church Mouse.

It was terrible.  No wonder I had so many issues haha.

Anyhoo.

I just thought I’d share this comic.  It makes me think about sharing the Good News.  I am ashamed to say that I don’t spread the Good News anywhere near as much as I should!

It’s our “blessed hope,” as Paul puts it!

What else is there?

i cant even explain the immense pain and hurt that i am feeling these days.

i try so hard to stay focused on the call. on what is important. what matters.

but it is so incredibly hard.

i know in my heart it isnt true, but …

well…i guess maybe i dont. i feel like i’m supposed to say “i know its not true” but i kind of feel like i am just lying to myself.

heres the honest version…

i feel like 5 people that i thought were on my side…3 of which i was positive of…have been making decisions and having conversations that are so hurtful.

i dont think i have ever felt this way in my life…when i think i’m gonna cry i just get angry. the times i want to be angry and express my true feelings i end up just crying.

this next week is going to be so key. i need to be closer to God. i need the Holy Spirit’s wisdom and guidance like never before. and i need Jesus’ friendship like nobodies business.

finally…somebody was able to express my feelings.

“I’m finally free to be who God intended me to be because I get to start fresh without the wounds I placed on other peoples souls” – carlos whitaker

i think(know) he is a step ahead of me…but that is where i feel like my path is going.

~c

weird.

prayer and asking God to change your selfish desires for his perfect plan really makes a difference.

who ‘da thunk?

direction.

please?

i am sick. physically and emotionally. i think spiritually also.

i just feel like i have some sort of disease that will not allow me to be content or at rest.

my mind wont stop running a million miles a minute. heart wont stop beating at an unhealthy rate. and i feel like a terrible christian.

when did it become so hard? so difficult?

at what point does the fecal matter hit the oscillating ceiling blades and it all explodes into a disastrous mess?

i need to be refreshed. refilled. recharged.