Today was a sad anniversary. Three years ago today my family left our home in Haiti unaware that we would not be returning. Ginger was lounging on the rock wall outside the kitchen when we loaded up the trucks with our luggage and headed to the airport.
A whole group of missionaries were leaving that day. The first official cases of Covid had been diagnosed in Haiti a few days earlier and all movement to and from the country had ended abruptly that night. When Missionary Flights International was able to convince the Haitian government to allow a plane to land and load up with American passengers, we knew we had to take the opportunity.
We were thankful for the flight, but it was a terrible day.
Covid took us out of Haiti, but we were held out by extenuating circumstances. Quite hurtful circumstances. The next three months were the lowest of our lives. Nothing even compares.
Although I have made progress, three years later I am still working on forgiving our mission agency for the role they played in the fiasco.
We will never forget that day. It was awful.
ReplyDeleteWe are so glad we got to see your family last December and that terrible day in the airport was not our families last day together.
Amen. We are hoping December was not the last day either! ;-)
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