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...