So John and I took a mission trip to Haiti last week with a team of 10 others from our church (Crosspointe Church) in Cary, NC.
I'm still processing a lot of what I saw, smelled, and experienced but the MOST profound thing that I can say without a doubt - is that my husband, the one and only, John K. Bahr, is my hero.
We were separated much of the trip, just doing different missions, but I was able to watch him from a distance on several occasions. Every time that I watched him, without him knowing, I thanked God for his heart. My husband has a servants heart. He never once complained and he is always there for whatever the task at hand may have been.
He not only shared a room AND bathroom/shower with 9 other men, he didn't sleep well (which is nothing new), but it was also veryyyy veryyyyy hot in Haiti... I never once heard him utter a complaint.
I love his heart. I love his desire to be a better person. I love that God chose HIM for me!
