In the fall of 2015, my husband and I made one of the hardest decisions of our lives.
At the time, we were preparing to move our family of five to Port-au-Prince, Haiti to do humanitarian work. We took various non-profit management and cultural integration classes, filled out countless forms, and worked tirelessly on a fundraising campaign that would provide financial support for our family and funds to invest in a water well project. We even gave our employer letters of resignation.
We had a strong sense that God was calling us to the people of Haiti. We had served in Port-au-Prince for a full year at the beginning of our marriage and always had the desire to go back. We were nearly fluent in Creole, the main spoken language, and loved the culture. It also seemed to be the right time as our kids were at a good age to participate in such a bold move. We were all ready for the challenge.
Then, the unexpected happened. We discovered that two of our kids had...
Sometimes we don’t realize how fast we are going until we have to stop. I am a mother of 3 (1 preteen and 2 teenagers). Our minivan is always full of stuff: a basketball, Mc Donald’s leftovers, school backpacks, lunch boxes, hockey gear and theatre scripts… you get the idea. If I’m driving at 20 km/h and come to a sudden stop, the transition is pretty easy. But if I am driving at 120 km/h and have to hit the brakes, every loose item is propelled to the front and becomes a hazard. A pencil becomes a sharp arrow; a bottle becomes a rocket; a basketball becomes a meteorite. The point is, sometimes our life is so fast paced that we don’t even notice until something unexpected comes along that forces us to slam on the brakes. And then, all the “stuff” comes flying at us. That is exactly what happened to me in 2015.
My mother died from cancer when I was 9 years-old. My father did shift work at the local...