• Haiti,  Missions

    Relief

    Ah… relief. Mac’s home from Haiti, and I’m one thankful wife. After five giant hugs (and then some), the kids and I gathered around our Man as he downloaded his pictures on the computer; of course, each one had a story. I loved the tenderness in Mac’s voice as he spoke of the people, combined with the toughness of the job that he was able to fulfill while there. He spent a week, giving, giving, giving, and said he felt a little guilty for leaving his “post.” The need is still so great. Thankfully, an orthopedic team arrived the very day he and Rick flew out of Jacmel. Please “hear”…

  • Haiti,  Missions

    Emotional Roller Coaster

    I am all too familiar with the term “emotional roller coaster.” But I have to confess, this past week will definitely be one for the personal record books. Mac’s trip to Haiti, of course, “locked me in” for a topsy-turvy ride. Since roller coasters are enjoyed (or not!) on an individual basis, I will let you decide where each of these emotions belong on the tracks: FEAR-– My “ride” started here, with the what ifs coming, just like the clack-clack-clack of the train slowly ascending: What if the six-seater puddle-jumper Mac’s on takes a plunge into the ocean-blue?… What if an after shock catches him at the “wrong place” at…

  • Haiti,  Missions

    Hands and Feet

    I am praying… Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all your might. (Ecclesiastes 9:10) These girls received prostheses in Philadelphia I am praying for my husband’s hands. Through a brief and broken phone conversation late last night, Mac informed me of the continuous flow of surgical operations he has done since his arrival in Jacmel, Haiti. Yesterday’s day lasted from 7:30 am-11 pm. The surgeries range from various fractures–hip, tibia, femur, foot–to limb amputations. Lives are being saved. I am praying that Mac and Rick, his surgical assistant, will have God’s strength and might in their hands as they continue to provide medical healing to the masses…

  • Haiti,  Missions

    “Open the Door”

    My husband Mac, an orthopedic surgeon, was glued to the news as the tragedies of the earthquake in Haiti unfolded–devastation, destruction, death. From the very first media report he kept saying, “I wish I could go”…“I need to be there”…“people are dying”…“I can help”…and then a resounding, “I’ve got to get to Haiti.” So I prayed, “Lord, if he’s meant to go, open the door.” … phone calls, emails, texts, organization, tentative planning, coming together… Mac woke me at 11:15 pm this Tuesday and said, “Chris, it’s happening, I’m leaving tomorrow.” Reality opened the floodgate of my heart, and the tears (of fear, of worry, of love) poured out. He…