The morning passed quickly. Ben and I woke early so we could pray together and enjoy talking while the house was quiet. Sweet time. I slipped a letter into his carry-on.
The keiki were up before we knew it and we were surrounded. Teary-eyed little girls bounded into Daddy’s arms for last-minute hugs and holding. One of our girls kept saying, “Daddy, why do you have to go?” He explained that he wanted to help build this house for two families. Ben did a great job reassuring and comforting his daughters before he left.
Driving to the airport we each took turns praying aloud for Ben and the team. Our oldest children were melancholy, and happy for their Dad, too. Such a mix of emotions this morning. I am fighting tiredness. I will greatly miss my husband.
At the airport we were able to see the entire team. We all gave hugs. Tears brimmed the eyes of my children as we pulled away. It all seems so surreal.
We prayed again as we drove home…praying for the team, the pilots, each leg of the journey, travelling mercies, and many blessings.
Coming home the rain was beginning to sprinkle in Waiakea Uka. From my rearview mirror I could see the coastline was sunny. We came home and changed into our swimming clothes, grabbed our towels and sand toys and headed to the beach for a couple of hours. Just what we needed.
Coming home for lunch and lessons, we received our first text as Ben was boarding the second plane of the day. This leg of the journey will be from Honolulu to Los Angeles. From there another plane will be taken from LA to Miami. And in the wee hours of the morning they will fly from Miami to Haiti.
We are continuing to pray for a safe journey. Praying rest and encouragement over everyone and believing God for a wonderful time of ministry in Haiti.