Goodbyes/See You Laters or whatever you want to call it --- it’s hard. There’s no way to make it better. We can try to avoid the pain that comes from the loss we experience but avoidance is only temporary. 

I have done this before and it’s still not easier this time around. It’s not the intense lifestyle of Haiti that makes me sad to leave Lafayette. It’s not the heat, the lack of modern comforts like air conditioning and warm showers, or the inconsistent electricity either.  It’s the relationships that make saying goodbye so hard.

Peace about this decision to make Haiti home again is what pushes me forward.  Through our family, friends, complete strangers, and a wonderful church who has grafted us into their body…we are FULLY FUNDED.  Yes, you read that right. We said that we would go and be faithful to the work that we have been called to, and God showed up! Never too early, never too late, but always on time.  Thank you for being apart of the work that God is doing in our family and in Haiti --- we could not do this without you!

My house is under contract and the sale should go through (fingers crossed) within the next 2 weeks. 

I graduated midwifery school on July 24 and will take my national boards this month. 

We have a place to live and a vehicle lined up and waiting for us in Haiti.   

All of these little/big pieces of our puzzle affirm in my heart what I know to be true--- we are exactly where we are purposed to be for such a time as this. There is no doubt in my mind. But even this does not take away the hard.

I have the most amazing and supportive family. I know they want us to pursue this, but I also know that they want us to be within driving distance. They show up and love us by helping us pack our lives into 4 bags.  It’s hard for them, too. 

It’s hard to wrap my head around that my best friend won’t be in the room next to mine whenever I need her.  It’s hard to think about the confusion for our pups when we don’t come home with Christin on Wednesday. It’s hard to kiss my nephews goodbye knowing that it will be December before I get to see them again.

It’s all hard.  And maybe it’s supposed to be.

Instead of praying for the hard thing to go away, I’m praying for a bravery to come that is bigger than the hard thing (adapted from a quote by Ann Voskamp).

The years I have spent getting ready to serve women and children in Haiti have ended. It's time to begin. ---- Ayiti, n'ap vini (Haiti, we're coming) !!!!