“What was the best part of your trip?”

I’ve fielded that question many times since Corey and I returned from Haiti. So many really good things happened over the course of our week, but I have determined that the very best part was an ongoing overwhelming sense that I was exactly where God wanted me to be.

I got worn out. (Take a look my tired self in this photo just before our flight back to the US. If those puffy eyes don’t say exhausted, I don’t know what does.)

And I missed my three handsome fellas back home. (Look at those faces. How could I not miss them?)

And this introverted gal longed for a couple hours in a place void of people and noise. (My comfy bedroom chair was calling my name by the end of the week.)

But even when I was a little homesick or uncomfortable, I knew I was smack dab in the middle of God’s will.  And there is no better place to be. Whether in the densely-populated poverty-stricken capital of Haiti or a cornfield-surrounded two-stoplight town in the middle of Iowa, God’s will is always the best place.

And I’ve found that often when I am in God’s will he allows some really good things to happen.

One of those things on my Haiti trip was the opportunity to fill this pastor’s arms with dresses for his ever-growing congregation. Pastor Brucelee (Phonetically his name sounds just like the iconic martial arts expert, though I’m sure I just mutilated the spelling.) leads a church of 900+ people, and it was a blessing to me to be a blessing to him.

Any really good things ever happen to you when you were right where God wanted you to be?