Today when I awakened and looked out the window, the beauty of the morning took my breath away. The day was just beginning to ripen and the cascading sun warmed the colors of the earth and trees. Dew clung to each silvery leaf and the grasses stirred a shimmery song. I stood on the cusp of the day and felt the hope of morning awaken inside of me.
Standing there, bare feet wet from the dew-drenched grass, I remembered these lines from a poem by Rilke:
Summer was like your house: you knew
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins. (Rilke’s Book of Hours, II, I)
One week from today I will fly to Haiti for a week of missions with Family Health Ministries. And though I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, it is stretching me a bit. Those who know me will tell you that I don’t often venture far from the hearth. I’ve never been out of the country—not even to Canada. Adventure, for me, is seeing how much the tomato plants have grown overnight.
I’ve always been content to be right here, to treasure the ministry I brush up against every day. I still feel this is my calling—to tend this life well, loving those I encounter each day, seeing the beauty in the ordinary moment. But lately I have been wondering about God’s people. I’ve been wondering about God’s world.
One of the doctors I work with gifted me with a book on the Creole language. He has a heart for the Haitian people.
Pou Zanmi `m, Laura, he wrote in the front of the book. Bondye bene ou.
For my friend, Laura. God bless you.
And so I have been practicing saying God bless you, in creole.
Bondye bene ou.
Because this is the message I want to carry across the ocean. To know God’s people is to love God better. My heart is a vast plain and there is room.
There is room for more love.