BLISSFULLY UNAWARE

This week is particularly painful as I get notifications from Google photos and Facebook about "memories" from years past.

For many years, mid-August was our usual timetable for returning to Haiti to start a new school year. 

In 20019, we were watching Caleb's freshman class "ringing in" ceremony from our kitchen in Haiti. 

In 2018, Samuel was helping me with some renovation work around the house on the mountainside where we had just moved from the OMS compound.

In 2017, we were taking Oreo into Haiti with us for the first time - flying out of Fort Pierce, Florida on Missionary Flights International.

In 2016, we were on a flight into Haiti with the Love family.

In 2015, we were at the Indianapolis airport as a family.

And then there was LAST YEAR. August 17, 2020. I was hanging out with my old seminary pal, Tim, at a campground in Illinois, blissfully unaware that an email I had just sent out was going to set off a firestorm of anger and panic within our sending organization. 

Otherwise, it was a good day. ;-)