I was amazed yesterday as I watched my in-laws say goodbye to their son and his family. You see, they are moving to Haiti for a year to missionaries and to start a nutrition program for children through a church outreach. He is in charge of finding workers, growing the food and producing the food. His wife is in charge of distributing the food and monitoring the progress of the children.
My husband and I attended first service and we watched that sweet little family walk up to the front of the church and other missionaries prayed over them, which is a beautiful sight. However, what I saw from the stoic father was so humbling that I too wept. Not that I wouldn't have anyway, but more so when we said goodbye. He is a proud man and he did such a beautiful raising his family. Although his children are goofy and occasionally stubborn, they are full of faith and all have hearts for God. They make good choices and stand up for what they believe.
Their mother on the other hand, she is a bit of a cryer. She cries A LOT! She too wept but I could see how proud she was that what they had taught their children was coming through and that they were following the path that God had laid out for them.
I was also amazed by the strength and courage that it must take to pack up your family and move so far away to a place so different and scary. Voodoo, witch doctors and things of that nature are what I have heard about Haiti. I ask you now to please send up a prayer for all missionaries, where ever they may be. A prayer for safety, health and daily renewal of faith and courage.
