I am a hardened missionary, I believe. Bobby and I have been working in Haiti for many years. We have been through floods, storms, hurricanes, roadblocks, and much more…

Two days ago, we had to leave Haiti “earlier” than we had planned. I cannot tell you how hard it was to say “goodbye” to our Haitian children and those faithful employees. I know how Apostle Paul felt when he hugged his friends goodbye with tears.

Although we stay in contact with everyone by phone, etc. “leaving Haiti” has put a big hole in my heart that I cannot explain.

Yesterday, after a long day of staying in touch with Haiti, asking where the gangs were, what they were doing, and having to go through evacuation steps on the phone, my heart felt like it would explode any moment. (We knew the gangs wanted to capture us!)

I was “OK” until Bobby took me out to lunch yesterday. Instead of enjoying a nice meal, I sat there thinking about Haiti, the children, and those who came to help, and found myself with a heavy load upon my heart. I tried to eat, and tears flowed down my face. To me, it was like a “death in the family” that I could not explain.

We want to thank you all for praying for us and continuing to support us and for all the love you have sent our way. I have opened my Bible to Psalms 56:8… “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”

Thank you, dear friends and partners, for all your love and prayers for the poor in Haiti. We know God will fight this battle for us.

Love,
Sherry