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In March of 2012 I went on my first trip to Haiti after P. was born. It was a very amazing and interesting trip due to the fact that we had some civil unrest while we were there and I was tear gassed by the UN. All in all though it was an amazing trip but as I was climbing on the plane to leave I was thinking that as the plane took off that I was going to feel relief that I had done what I needed to do in Haiti and be very excited to be home with my kids. As we took off and I was looking down on the country I had this overwhelming feeling "God talking to me" that I was supposed to go back to Haiti on the fall trip. Totally not what I was expecting. Sure enough I was on the fall trip in Oct to Haiti and had a great trip that time as well. I climbed on the plane and was anticipating that feeling or "God talking to me" to go back on the spring trip again and that this was going to be my normal thing from now on. I was completely confused when it didn't happen. Instead I had this overwhelming feeling for the Dominican Republic "the other side of the island" I always had an interested but felt my heart was invested in Haiti. I was stumped as to what I was supposed to do in the DR as the non profit that my parents run had not been established there. I thought maybe a family vacation there was what I was supposed to be doing and came home and started pushing for that only to be 100% shot down. Then out of pretty much no where I was asked to possibly go on a trip with the youth pastor from our church to the DR. It was all very up in the air but literally with only a weeks notice I was in the DR about a month after I had returned from Haiti. I totally fell in love all over again with the "other side" of the island. This time as I was flying into the DR and looking down on the country I had this overwhelming feeling or "God talking to me" telling me that I was supposed to move there. I found myself arguing that I would do it when the boys were grown and I was old.... and also what would I do there? As the week went on I was shown again and again that there is a huge need in the children in that country. For the orphaned and abandoned children. I saw that the years I have spent in childcare and preschool teaching could finally be such an asset in that situation. My insecurities in not having a "real world" job wouldn't matter and the desires and dreams that I have had since I was young to adopt and live in a foreign country could actually happen. I kept questioning how much of a difference could I really make and was continually reminded of the starfish story where a boy is on a beach full of stranded starfish and he is throwing them back into the water and an adult comes and is asking him what difference he will really make and he throws a starfish in the water and says that he made a difference in that one starfishes life. I could move down there and bring only one child into my life but hopefully I could make a difference in that one childs life. I have no idea where I am supposed to go from here to make this happen but I have full confidence that if it really is meant to be that it will happen. My heart is open and ready for whatever the next step is!