Last day of this trip!

Last day at the orphanage. What a sad day emotionally. Went with Tim and Rene to the Onaville, a tent city community where Pastor Max has a church. He is married now, and his wife is expecting! It was very, very hot up on the hill where the settlement is located. The water situation has not changed from my previous visits, they are still purchasing 3000gal tankers that is being delivered. Even with not much of changes, the spirit and the believe in God is truly amazing. 

We also stopped at the Orphanage in the tent city. The kids were not there, school day. So we walked around the brush and looked into the school house. They had one very small room building that was too small to fit all of the 20 kids. Very, very hot under the tin roof, with kids sitting on the stoop. This was a very sad site, but an amazing site, in these conditions kids are in school and all in uniforms!

Back at New Life had a lot of emails and picture to catch up for Miriam (she continues to be under the weather). Went with Tim to see Alex, he was sitting up in the crib, and was reaching out for Tim. Tim picked him up and Alex clang to him. Alex is doing doing a lot better, and this is a picture that I will remember!

 Tim was able to go through all of the rooms with Frantzy to make a list of repairs that will be needed to be done over the next few weeks. 

For the last evening I offered to record girls and Iranes as many times as they would like. Other then Iranes, all of the girls sang without music, after each recording I played back so they would hear themselves sing and learn how they are using their voices. They never had a chance to experience this before. Some of them were more shy then others. Some of the voices were crackling but all of them in their unique way sounded like angels! We recorded from 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm.  

Leaving is always sad for me, especially when you leave a place that you could call home. I will miss the morning prayer over Alex, smiles of the children as they load the buss for school, smiles of the staff, always so cordial and and so pleasant to see (any time of the day). I will miss the voices of the children, their signing and perseverance to survive in this harsh life that is full of God and His glory! Leaving home will be always sad for me, since I do not know when I will be back, but I will be back!

An emotional day, full of God's glory

Morning started the same way as other morning routines for me, with a prayer over Alex. Seem like he was doing somewhat better, but I could not get too comfortable yet. Kids went back to school after the 2 day Holiday, so I was at the bus to see them off as well. Tim and I worked on the spare bases for the pews. It was also first day that the hardware store was open, so off getting supplies I went.

Upon my return, Miriam had a list for me already, just in case I was bored. I had to measure the the attached property that was bought earlier this year and go over conceptual lay out on that property. Also, Miriam gave me a long list of building supplies for one of the buildings planned for the main property. This was a bit harder challenge on the surface since the store would not give quotes over the phone. However, Frantzy was able to get an email address that he was told, we would able to get a price. Would you believe that even in Haiti, in few hours I had a full quote for the prices!

At noon, what a surprise, Miriam came out with Alex! He was very alert and “alive”. He even managed to put a lollypop in Miriam’s hair (I was able to get it out). What a great sight this was. God is really great!

After the kids got back from school, we reassembled at the church so we could record some of the songs that we practice day before. This was another task that God teaches patience! All the girls had to change and get them selves ready, so you can imagine, all I could do is wait! Our recording went long, I missed dinner at 5:00 pm and got to eat after 8:00pm. 

This experience turned out very emotional to me, as one of the recordings I did was of Iranes, he wanted to sing to me (he has never sang before, only the girls). First of all, all songs that I recorded were original songs that he written. In his performance he was praising God and thanking Him for all that he has. This is a 29 year old that is legally blind, has been at the orphanage since he was 2 years old and seem that only two things that he has to his possession is a keyboard and a small hand held recorder which I got for him. I have to admit that his song moved my heart. I was able to post that song on Facebook last night. So if you are interested in hearing the song that Iranes sings, please visit my Facebook page (Bill Plaza) and read his bio at www.newlife4kids.com under the sponsor a child. May your heart be moved for Iranes and the other 130 kids at this orphanage. 
To listen to Iranes sing, you can also click on the link below.

http://soundcloud.com/lithoman2-comcast-net/iranes

Bill

Iranes practicing with the girls.  

A Haitian Day

Started early today (6:00 am), but do not feel that we’ve accomplished a lot by the end of the day. Worked on spare basis for the church pews, but we only got half way. Tim ventured out with Rene to the market and I spent 2 hours with Miriam teaching iPad. 

Today was the second day of the Holiday, so the major stores were still closed.

In the afternoon I had Iranes come home at 1:00 pm and set up in the church to work with the girls on 3 songs. However, I was worn early that they needed to practice today and did not want to record since they have not practice these songs yet. So we spent the time working on the songs and rehearsing. After 3 hours girls had enough and we agreed to record tomorrow.

I have to compare this practice session to our Oswego church rehearsals. God teaches me patience during those, and today was not an exception. Even though I was sweating just sitting and listening, I was learning to accept was I was getting.  

I had a chance to visit Alex late in the evening before returning to the room for the night. The nurse told me that he was able to eat little bit through the day and was able to hold his food. 

So today was a Haitian day, I did not get much done, but what I did get done was very, very rewarding. May God reword you for all you do in the days work as well. 

Bill

Picture of Alex with his father from 2 weeks ago.

Another great day at the office

11/1/11

Kids were off from school today and they are off tomorrow as well. Today is a Voodoo day (or as we call it Halloween) and tomorrow is a Holy day (almost like a Christian counter to the voodoo). It was a very big day for the Orphanage, big clean up day that is. Every one participated one way or another. A lot of bleach and scrubbing took place and the kids worked so hard. By the time late afternoon arrived, it really smelled clean at the orphanage.

We (Tim, Rene, Frantzy, Fednere and I) worked on finishing some of the other projects. Boys bathroom that Tim was working on, got a major renovation with new doors for the stalls, new stand for the sink, shower curtain rod (just need some shower curtains), remounted screen doors (hopefully will last a while) and 5 foot mirror. 

Boys found this mirror in the storage so we’ve made a frame and mounted on the wall for them. Fednere still needs to finish the plumbing, but we could not get the parts today.

I was able to finish making the replacement legs for the chair (unlike at home where everything like this is placed by the curb for garbage pick up). I have to say that the finished product even supprized me, just little bit of stain and it looks like new (well it works like new, well it will do the intended job).

I had time to repair a wooden bed frame for one of the guest rooms, Renee with Frantzy worked on welding up a metal bed frame. My challenge for the day was to repair collapsed frame of the box spring. I did not take a picture of it, but needless to say it was a very interesting construction under the fabric! I was able to make it usable again. Oh, Tim and I also repaired gate around refuse, so the dogs would not get in there. So today was a very typical Haitian day, got some things accomplished, had to make due with parts and supplies we had, and the rest of stuff will get done tomorrow!

On the more serious note, Alex is still hanging to his life. He had some liquid last night but not much. However, this afternoon he had some rice to eat. Let’s pray the this trend will continue. When I went to visit Alex, the two brothers were eating their dinner as well. The 10 year old was feeding the 10 month old, it was such a great site (sorry I did not have my camera with me). What an example of brotherly love! I never got along with my sister like that (sorry sis)!

Bill    

Heading Home...10-31-11

I’m on the plane heading home from Haiti and my thoughts are going from one thing to another. As usual, my emotions are just as scrambled.  One minute I’m picturing all the children in their colorful uniforms boarding the bus for school this morning.  I smile to myself when I recall their little waves and kisses blown my way from an open bus window.  My smile and yelling “I love you!” didn’t really represent how sad I was, knowing it was our last contact for several months.

 Then my mind recalls the image of the listless little boy we brought back from the mountain medical trip.  Miriam feels confident that he would have died by now, had we not brought him back to New Life.  His father accompanied him, but he and the parents of the other four children who were also brought back to New Life for medical treatment, all returned back to their homes in the mountains on Saturday.  Each one signed over their child’s custody to New Life, each hoping their child will receive the needed medical care and will have a better life than what they were capable of providing. On Saturday when they left New Life and walked away for the final time from their children – my chest ached and my mind couldn’t even comprehend how that must feel.  I am in no way suggesting that they didn’t love their child, rather it was the love for their child that helped them through this difficult decision. But now this dear, dear, boy lies alone, but probably for the first time in the comfort of a crib on a real mattress.  He’s no longer able to put his arm around his father’s neck.  Who knows, he may not even realize that his father will no longer be a part of his life.  We have prayed over the little guy so many times asking God to spare his life and to use the care givers to persuade this child to eat and drink – which he refuses to do most of the time.  I want to ignore the fact that refusing to eat can be a sign of impending death.  It seems unimaginable that simply a lack of food may take his life – as it has hundreds upon hundreds of children in Haiti.  What must God think of our lame efforts to “care for the least of these”? 

Now I’m sitting at my gate in Miami waiting for my flight to Chicago.  I’m thankful to be back in the states where my options are unlimited.  Where everywhere I look is “stuff” – diverse food choices and even many upscale stores at an airport, no less.   I was picturing myself as a Haitian who came to the states for the first time – wondering what they would think of an escalator, the sky tram, the bright lights and the carpet on the floor.   Then, out of nowhere this woman walks up to me and starts speaking Creole so I know she’s obviously from Haiti.  She doesn’t speak English and has no idea how to find her gate or what to do.  I can sympathize with her as I had just left her country, couldn’t speak the language, and would feel just as lost if I was left all alone on the street to find my way.

As I look at the people walking through the terminal I’m aware that most have on clothes that match, shoes on their feet and aren’t covered in dust and dirt.  I look down at my dusty shoes and pants, my legs and arms speckled with bug bites, ratty looking hair and since the woman next to me just changed seats – there’s a pretty good chance that I might smell, too!  I’ve been to Haiti over 20 times now, but this particular visit to Haiti which included the mountain medical mission, was the hardest experience I have ever had both physically and emotionally.  I told myself I could do anything for one week that thousands do day after day after day – but let me tell you, I felt at times like I was on the show “Survivor.”    How fitting the name – because that is what ever person there is trying to do – merely survive.

I can’t seem to adequately summarize this trip nor bring closure.  How do you digest the fact that I met a little boy who we brought back to New Life who had never ridden in a car before or seen a light bulb, or the orphaned boy who roamed the village who had nothing but what he was wearing, or the woman who gave birth on a cot by flashlight which was viewed as luxury accommodations, or the burned children who will need medical care for months to come, who are most likely back at home in their house made of sticks with no medication or bandages – assuming they even survived.  And to think these conditions and situations are shared by THOUSANDS of people.  There are also Haitians living on the very small islands off the coast of Haiti who have to truly live off the land and many have never even seen a white person before!  And to think this exists an hour and a half from our border. 

The other sadness which I hate to admit is that in the days that follow the chances are pretty great that I will gradually return to the American mind set and begin complaining about the piles of dirty laundry – instead of being thankful for all my choices of clothes, not to mention a washing machine.   Or I’ll stare into a fully stocked pantry and say there’s nothing good to make for dinner.  And I’ll throw away enough leftover food down the garbage disposal that would have saved the lives of countless children.  Or I’ll complain about the long checkout line at Jewel, and forget I could be walking through mud and human excrement in an outdoor, crowded market in the unbearable heat. 

Here is am feeling pity on the people of Haiti – who persevere day after day, with most relying on God for their needs and hope – Maybe this trip was meant to remind me yet AGAIN to stop being a spoiled brat and to thank Him abundantly as the Haitians do, for all that I have been given and to live for Him with Him!    To God be the glory…

Monday Morning Alex,

Today was a true Monday morning. Up shortly after daybreak, downstairs for coffee, and setting the plan for the day. Bill and I agreed, he would repair the remaining broken chairs and I would work on the “list” for the boys bathroom. Took a before breakfast walk to check out the bathroom and to come up with a list of materials and tools. In the bathroom with pen and paper in hand I realized I had forgotten a measuring tape, back to the store room for the tape. Trip number one! Back to the bathroom. Took the needed measurements and compiled a mental plan for the day. Back to the shop. Trip number two! The distance from the bathroom to the shop is approximately 200 yards. In Haiti nothing is ever easy. Whether it is working, sleeping, showering, meals (God Bless the wonderful staff), going to the store, or whatever. I could be described by others as a “somewhat of a put it in it’s place kind of guy” and what I found in the shop was a little out of my comfort zone. I spent about the first day and a half this Monday morning trying to find my listed items for a job that should only take an hour or two. Most of the items on my paper list and mental list were not to be found be it materials or tools. Change of plans. Change number one! The breakfast bell. Thank God, I needed a break. Back to the two hour job. Ten hours later, after trip number 50 or 60 and change number ? I had proudly installed three 3’ by 3’ plywood doors on the boys stalls. I am so glad tomorrow is Tuesday, in an hour or two I should have the screen door repaired and rehung, the toilet seat installed, and the rod and shower curtains hung on the three showers. Got the list in my head. ( Next trip I’m driving my work van down here!)

I thank God for the busy day. The first thing I did this Monday morning was to visit my child Alex. I’m glad my mind was occupied for most of the day with my small part of this trip because it kept me from wondering whether this child was going to pull through and become a part of Haiti or be carried into the arms of Jesus. Although I tried to block out what I had experienced yesterday when Alex was placed in my arms, I could not, he was already a part of me. He was on my mind all day which most likely accounted for many of the extra trips and changes.      The hardest part of Haiti is living. Over my career I have held dead children, but I have never held a child that was so dead in my arms, still breathing, and looking at me with such a stare of death through exhausted eyes. Nothing I write can explain the experience of yesterday. I checked on Alex tonight and there isn’t much change, this time I prayed, not that he would survive or not that he would be carried into God’s Kingdom away from this hell, but a prayer of thanks to God that He is the one that has to make that decision. One last thought before the cold shower and bed. I will be asking everyone I know and a lot of those I don’t to support New Life Rescue Center by sponsoring a child and or a monetary donation. All of us can do without something, a couple of bottles of wine a month, morning Latte’s, dinner out, use your imagination it’s not difficult. Personally we sponsor four children and who knows, if he lives, maybe a fifth. Other than driving my van down here next trip, I wish that I could carry Alex back and gently lay him in your arms right before I ask you for the money. Maybe I will, he’s already in my heart!

God Bless, 

Tim G.

How does it feel to hold a dying child?

Sunday, day of rest and praises. Sunday service with the children was quite refreshing. Pastor actually ask each one of us visitors to speak to the children. It was very good experience for me! The smiles and the happiness in their faces was very evident. 

The children practiced songs after services so we could record later on during the day. Just to get 130 kids assembled on the stage for the recording, you need Gods help and patience. Finally we were able to get it done. 

It was very hot and humid today, and my body let me know about it.

After dinner, Miriam brought Alex from the nursery to the dining room. Alex is the 3 year old that was brought here from the remote hills of Haiti. It was from the medical mission that Patty, Renee and Lori participated in. His father left yesterday, leaving him behind. The little boy is not doing well, even though his fragile body seem to heel up little bit, he is still very swollen for malnutrition. Miriam asked, “how dos it feel to hold a dying child?! Well frankly it tears your heart right out. We’ve tried to give him some water, gatorade, rice, but he does no accept anything. He ate little bit earlier in the day, but could not hold it in his stomach that is very filled with worms. He is fighting for his life! Tim took Alex back to the nursery, commenting that in 30 years of his professional experience as a firs responder, he has never seen any one like this. 

All we can do now is pray for his survival and well being. He is in God’s hands! 

10/29 - the next day

I don’t know how to describe this morning. A group of local pastors came to the compound and prayed for kids and the ministry. What became amazing was that the very people that we came to help, the very people that we fell for came to pray for us! They pray because they believe that we are the needy once! And yes, they are so right. What an experience! Something that will stick in my mind for a long time.

Late breakfast due to morning prayers and finally getting few things done. Went through all of the kitchen chairs and reinforced the loose legged once with metal brackets. Went to the local hardware store to pick up supplies and Tim bought Frantzy and Rene pair of steel toe work boots. 

As soon as we came back to New Life, an emergency repair to the water line that one of the boys accidentally broke. Normally it would not be a big deal at home, but over here every project is an adventure. Done just before dinner!

I had few videos for kids for tonight, and even Miriam made an appearance in one of the cartoons. Kids enjoyed the evening and Tim got a first hand experience of the nightly devotional. What a great day! However, still no internet! 

Back in Haiti

Back in Haiti again. It’s been a while, since middle of July, and it seem so long ago that I was here. When we left Chicago this with Tim (retired firefighter) there was light frost on the ground, by the time we’ve arrived in Haiti, it was hot, very hot. The pilot said it was 87 degrees, but the body felt like mid 90’s! Trip was very uneventful, talked with few people on their journey and we’ve made it on time to Port-au-Prince. Going through passport check was really quick today and our luggage (2 - 50lbs bags) were already waiting on us. One of the porters recognized the orange IFJ shirts and told us that Rene was waining. This time out of the baggage claim they check claim checks! Wow, that’s a first time, Haiti is changing! Rene waiting for us with avery big smile. First deep breath brought taste of Haiti (the only deep breath for today), I quickly recognized the smell of Haiti. 

At the compound Patty was entertaining little Patty and Rene and Frantzy’s wives. 

So glad to see them all. Took Tim for a short stroll around the compound, introduced him to many kids as they were calling my name (Mr. Bill, Mr. Bill). Hugs from many, I sure missed that!

We came up with a game plan for tomorrow, had a great dinner made by Rose. Miriam and Sarah came back from the tent city orphanage with 2 girls, and of course more hugs and introductions. Went over to see the kids at the movie night and grabbed a shower. So my body is still in shock, from the frost in Chicago, to heat in PAP and a cold shower, and yet my mind is soooo refreshed. Emotions to see all of the kids are amazing. It seem like it has been so long since I was here, and yet at times seems that I was just here last week (maybe it only felt like that because my wife was here last week and I heard all the stories about the kids). 

I don’t know when I will be able to post since the Internet is down at this time. 

Needless to say, I am looking forward to tomorrow. 

Bill  

IS THERE PURPOSE?

It’s been a few days since returning from the “bush” yet my mind continues to picture the various scenes that remain etched in my mind.  I would love to have a progress report on so many of the lives we witnessed in such despair. 

The wife of the pastor, where we stayed, came to New Life two days ago.  She has come all this way from the mountain to have a simple surgery that is not possible – or for sure not safe to have in a facility there. She was fortunate to have someone who donated the money for her to come for treatment. She spoke to Miriam and me about the terrible need they have for a Malnutrition Center.  It was explained that years ago they built a little building and provided meals for the children and teaching for the parents/caregivers.  Obvious malnutrition had to be present to “qualify” for the help.  While it was a success for a period of time, it was discovered that care givers stopped feeding their children, who in turn became malnourished, hoping they would be included in the program. A type of thinking we can’t imagine.  But now, this woman has a vision of a better way to feed these children and promote good nutrition – she just needs the money to do so.  I want to return home and raise money to keep these children alive, and God will use her to do the hard part.

There are many cultural beliefs and thinking that have been passed on from generation to generation. While it may not make sense to us – or seem logical – it is their belief, just the same.  With education opportunities being expensive and unavailable in many areas, it is difficult to teach an alternative to existing ways of functioning.

I would have to admit that I am fighting discouragement today.    I get overwhelmed and feel like I’ve not really done anything of true value.  I know the enemy is celebrating my feelings and hopes I give up trying.  Then I look out and see all the children here and realize that every one of them is a miracle.  Each one has been rescued from the depths of poverty, or near death illness.  We have a little boy right now struggling to survive. He is in the clinic here at New Life getting care 24/7.  His life would have ended, had we left him in the mountains.  I have to keep reminding myself of the people who WERE helped – and not the millions still struggling.

Yesterday I went to the market with the cook.  It is an open air market with everything imaginable – from food to shoes. The odor is less than pleasant, and you have to avoid walking in the mud and excrement as able.  A woman was selling underwear which were safety pinned to a hanger and she hung the hanger on the basket she carried on her head filled with other random items.  Another woman sat in front of her display of fish which had been dried in the sun, and then fried to a darkened brown.  She had them creatively displayed, hoping for a buyer. I KNEW it wouldn’t be me…

 It was interesting to me that there are people at the market who you hire to walk thru the market with you to carry your purchases, and another person hired to watch your truck (assuming you have one) as you leave the bags in the truck and return for more.  The woman caring the bags for the cook yesterday was very pregnant and frail – yet she carried a big gunny sack of potatoes on her head back to the truck.  I learned that she was having her fourth child and intended to have it at home, as she couldn’t afford to go to a hospital.  When we left she was given change, that was less than a dollar for her many trips to the truck.  As we drove away I saw her approaching someone else, hoping to be needed in an effort to earn more money for food for her family.

I had an experience one day while driving in the mountains.  I felt defeat creeping in and taking over my mind set.  I asked God why He ever sent me to Haiti – or was it ME that thought I should come here which was why I was struggling?  I became very confused and questioned my purpose.  I felt very ineffective and was asking God what I could possibly do here that would bring about change.  I sat for a long time looking out the window at the despair from one little shack to the next.  Thankfully I had this thought that humbled me and gave me strength.  God knows EVERYTHING that goes on here and realizes every mountain and obstacle that stands in the way.  He didn’t tell me, “GO – and don’t come back until you bring about change and help all the people!”  He said, “Go and help the people I place in your path.  You are merely one little thread in the huge tapestry of people who go to make a difference in Haiti in addition to the hard working Haitians who strive to improve their country.  Having the mentality of a “fixer” – I felt like a failure.  But yesterday I had a little boy who kept showing me his drawing after every stroke – he was so proud of it, and I cheered him on.  Another little girl grabbed my hand, led me to a bench and just wanted to be held.  The little boy I wrote about in July, named Son Son who I adore gave me a tight hug at bedtime that seemed to last for hours – then his beautiful face looked up and he said, “I love you very, very much!”  I guess God uses me for the simple things.  So I am determined to keep going, one dear child at a time.

Please keep praying … Patty

Medical Mission Trip - A Week in the Bush

It has been three days since we returned from the medical mission trip in the lower peninsula of Haiti in the mountainous area. I still struggle with how to put the experience into words. May I begin by thanking all of you who offered prayers on behalf of our team during our efforts to serve God’s people. I knew before I went that it would be an emotional roller coaster, and that it was.

Part of the difficulty was the length of the trip and the conditions of the roads. It took nearly nine hours to get to the location which we called “home” for five nights. The roads were so treacherous that we all felt like our bodies and brains had been jarred and bruised permanently. The last four hours of the drive up into the mountain had steep drop offs, sharp curves and the road was made up of very large pieces of rock, huge pot holes and sometimes a foot of water! Going ahead of us was what we would call a huge dump truck – which carried all of our supplies and bags.

Arriving in the dark, exhausted, and hungry made the first night a bit unsettling. Four of us were given the Pastor’s home which was a one room building, smaller than my bedroom, with a tin roof. There were many bugs I had never seen before on the walls and crawling about. We had to walk thru a trail into the woods to find the outhouse. It’s conditions made me queasy, so I claimed a little area of my own in the woods which became my “spot” for further needs in that area… Cold bucket baths behind a brick wall was a challenge for me, as well.

Our first clinic was held in a small building across the street from where we were sleeping. By 8:00 a.m. many people had gathered. One man was brought on a homemade stretcher – carried by family members. Once we had established our “stations” for the clinic, being: patient assessment, wound care, scabies treatment, and the pharmacy we opened for business. A triage of the 100’s waiting was performed and what appeared to be the most in need came first. The man on the stretcher was seen right away and it was determined by his symptoms that he was suffering with TB (tuberculosis) and after a five hour wait we gave him the finances to go three hours away to a small hospital for treatment. He was accompanied by a man 36 years old whose abdomen and lower legs/feet were so hugely swollen that he could barely breathe, walk or sit. It was decided he was in liver failure and also needed a hospital setting. The third patient was a four year old boy whose mother died in January and his father has been caring for him. He, too, had swelling of the face and lower extremities. It was determined that he was suffering with a severe form of malnutrition where the lack of protein eventually makes the body begin to break down. A clear liquid was oozing from his feet and hands. (He and his father remained in this building for four nights waiting to come back with the team to get medical treatment – hoping the boy would not die before we could get him back to Port-au-Prince. Together they slept on a thin mattress - rarely seeing daylight in the darkness of the room. The little boy has improved slightly here at New Life in the one tiny, room used as a clinic. This dear boy has not yet smiled, but keeps a firm hold around his father’s neck. The love shown by his father makes me cry.

There was also a young woman who came to the clinic in labor. It was determined that we could not send her back home, so she joined the man with his child in the back, dark room of the building. There happened to be a mid-wife (toothless old woman, whose thighs were the size of my upper arms) in the crowd which had gathered who began massaging the woman’s pregnant tummy along with other unusual customs – namely tying a piece of thin material right above the woman’s pregnant stomach. She continued to adjust this material as the pregnancy advanced (?).

We ended up treating over 300 people that day and we were all pretty exhausted and speechless at what we had seen and experienced. After dinner a few of us walked over to see how the woman’s labor was progressing. By 8:45 p.m., and without the slightest “peep” out of the woman in labor, we witnessed the birth of a baby boy by flashlight and an oil lamp brought by the family. Other customs came to play which included putting a tight wrap of material around the infant’s abdomen, three layers of clothes and two hats! (While each of us was dripping with sweat!) THEN the midwife hung the child upside down by his feet and swung him around, followed by throwing him up in the air and catching him three times in a row. I did very poorly handling that part and had to turn my back and cover my eyes as I screamed repeatedly, “NO!” It was very upsetting to watch. By the next morning our newborn baby, mother and family were on their way – with the prayers and hope that we wouldn’t see the little child at a future clinic. What will become of baby Samuel?

On day two, after driving up the mountain for nearly an hour we came to the village for our second clinic. We immediately went into action as we found a 10 year old girl who just that morning had a seizure and fell into a fire used for cooking. Her burns covered most of her right side, left hand and face. Somehow we had enough supplies and antibiotic ointment to carefully cover her wounds - a sterile technique wasn’t even a choice! Her mother’s screams were so heart wrenching to hear. The adults and children at this clinic presented similar conditions: malnutrition, stomach aches from worm infestation, abscessed teeth, ear and body aches and many elderly so frail with no food or care. There was also a family who desired to give away their two year old daughter. Many other parents wanted us to take their children as well. Three more sick children were brought back to our “home base” and lived on the floor by our father and son, waiting for the day we would be returning to New Life.

The young girl with the burns was taken to a “hospital” in a town called Pestel. We had to bring ALL of her supplies and needs, from the sheet to lie across the torn mattress and rusted hospital bed, to all dressings, food and even pain medication. The hospital consists of one room with rusted bed frames and an old dental chair for seating. (This is the hospital/clinic that Impact for Jesus purchased a pickup-truck for a Dr. and sends monthly money to purchase needed supplies.) Because there isn’t a medical facility for miles – there is NO way they can keep any kind of supplies on hand. I could barely leave this listless child and distraught mother behind.

Our team then went via a homemade boat across the sea to one of the Haitian islands. The people on this island have NO medical care and NO drinking water! The children half dressed, with naked bottoms ran to greet us. They were so excited to see anyone coming to give them attention. We administered worming medication to over two hundred children and left vitamins and boxes of food. The Pastor who traveled with us talked to this large group of children about Jesus Christ and gave them an opportunity to accept Christ. Many children came forward for prayer. I commented that while we don’t know what is in the hearts and minds of these children, I know there will come a day when at least one of these children will share their testimony about how a missionary came to their island when he/she was a young boy/girl and accepted Christ as his/her Savior – who has since been the center of their life!

That evening a few of us decided to drive back to the hospital to see if the young girl was doing OK and to buy food for her and her mother. We found that she actually had an IV in place to replace the oozing fluids, but unfortunately had a very high fever. The Dr. on duty said he had a bigger problem in another room. He had a young pregnant mother in labor. The Dr. suspected that the baby was hydrocephalic and the head was too big to clear the birth canal. Again we went into action and after some deliberation put a small mattress on the floor of our vehicle and took the woman back to the boat we had used and they were able to take her on a 20 min. boat ride to another town to a facility that hopefully had the ability to perform a c-section. Without a c-section, both the mother and child would die. (We learned the next day that the mother and child were fine and the child merely had a large head. Again, God provided the means and directions for us to be in the right place, at the right time.)

On our last day of clinic a mother brought her three month old baby who had burns on both cheeks of her buttocks. A lantern had fallen onto the child who was lying nearby. Please keep in mind that the people living in these areas are living in huts made out of woven sticks or dried palm leaves with mud floors. Few have bricked one room houses. This baby was in such pain and she, too, needed to be treated at the Pestel hospital. Five of us took the baby, mother and grandmother to Pestel – another 60 minute jarring drive. I’m not proud of myself – but it was at this hospital visit my anger for the conditions and lack of supplies took on a voice – MINE! This infant needed IV fluids. An attempt was made with the one and only IV needle – which wasn’t a success. I did my best to support and encourage the mother who was visibly shaken by the screams of her dear baby. And, if you know me, my tears began flowing, too! A Dr. asked why I was crying and I made it quite clear that I feared I was leaving both the infant and young girl to die. NO antibiotics, not even Tylenol! Can you imagine the number of people who DO die because there are simply no supplies or available places for medical care? Just look at what we experienced in THREE days? What must it have been like every day before we arrived and every day hereafter?

As the week continued – our room that seemed unbearable on day one became our anticipated abode at the end of a tiring day. One evening when we returned, we heard that a man had come during the day. He had learned that there were medical people present. He was unable to urinate and was very distended and uncomfortable. The following day, we unexpectantly found a lone catheter in a supply bag! The man was catheterized and taken to a hospital about five hours away. We learned that he died the next day.

When it was time to return back to New Life the big truck was reloaded with supplies. Only this time there were the five children, each with a parent loaded in the back, as well. We all successfully made the longggg journey back which seemed to last forever.

Renee Plaza and her cousin Lori, who were valued members of the team, returned home yesterday. I really miss them. I am staying for another week and intend to spend some time with the children here. One of the children we brought back who was totally listless and unable to hold his head up or walk (age 5) began walking in the clinic here today. We all clapped and encouraged him. His mother beamed. She thinks that the food he has received has made him stronger. A Dr. will be coming tomorrow to examine and evaluate the children.

It has been a quiet day as I tried to re-group and digest this past week. I am happy that I went on the mission and was able to see God in the midst as He placed specific people in our path to help. We have had to focus on the people who we WERE able to help, not those we didn’t. We estimate that about 1,000 people were seen in the various clinics. Without having anything but over the counter medication to offer, I question how many received what they really needed. But what I do know is that each one received individual attention and hopefully our presence made them see that they haven’t been forgotten. I’ve realized my passion is interacting with one individual at a time. I strived to stare into their eyes and offer a smile, to point to the heavens and proclaim God’s love for them. As we started down the mountains and I stared at the shacks, half dressed children, people barefooted carrying plastic jugs to go get water miles away, young children riding donkeys on make shift saddles, and little ones sitting in dirt returning my wave with such excitement, tears streamed down my cheeks, as they are now. The depravity is bewildering. Not just in Haiti – but many places around the world. Why them – and not me?

We must keep trying. We must continue to work as one body praying for God to continue to direct us and keep us on His path. His heart has to be broken, too. He asked us over and again to take care of His children – so that is what we shall continue to do. The Haitian people’s smiles, their labor to prepare and serve us food, them giving up their home for us, and their words of thanksgiving and hugs were the gifts that God delivered to me. They were far greater than anything I gave in return.

Humbly,
Patty

HOME - why not happy?

July 31, 2011

My two week journey to Haiti has come to an end.  The time there goes so quickly and all the experiences start running together.  (However, I do clearly recall the initial two hours of my trip being total havoc trying to check in at American Airlines, followed by leaving my computer on the plane AND now waiting for the suitcase which didn't arrive when I returned last night!  Of course the suitcase with all my dirty clothes arrived - but the one which contains ALL my sponsorship information and the precious thank you cards from the children remains missing.  I will anxiously await its return to my doorstep!)

Regardless of the number of trips I make to Haiti, the emotional experience of
returning home doesn't get easier.  I walked into our house last night and instead of craving the niceties of air conditioning, a bug-less bed and warm shower - I felt a flooding of the drastic changes of priorities, from what I had just experienced in Haiti merely hours before.

Today I won't have to carve out time to get to the tent city ophanage to be sure they received food since the visit there on Tuesday.  Or experience the sorrow of returning the three children back to the tent orphange from their brief stay at  New Life - where they received love, food and medical intervention. They arrived so despondent - and in such a short time they were laughing and playing.  Their weary eyes now bright with hope. 

I suspect that when the children at the tent city orphanage see Miriam returning with the children who recuperated at New Life the past few days, they will extend their little frail arms, and beg her to take them back with her this time - hoping to be rescued. Efforts to provide them with an actual safe building with food and water can't happen soon enough.  Isn't 19 months living under a battered tarp without any consistency of food, water, clothing and safety long enough? 

My mind keeps replaying our last night when all the children were gathered singing praise songs at an unbelievable volume and through tears I tried to encourage them, thank them and say goodbye.  We were to leave very early the next morning, so this was our final time together. However - at 5:30 a.m. Renee and I learned that our flight was changed, which gave us three additional hours at New Life.  When we walked toward the orphanage many of the children came running and flew into our arms with hugs - thinking we were staying.  It was certainly a bonus for us in many ways.  More photos, more "I love you's" more just being amounst the morning activities.  I was especially excited to see Son Son - the new boy who came who I wrote about in a previous blog - he was standing there with a long hose watering the garden. His new assignment.  It looked like he was fitting in just fine.  He came running when he saw me and threw his arms around me and looked up with those huge eyes of his and said, "I love you, Patty!"  Tears are rolling as I type this because if nothing else came out of our trip - I witnessed a young boy who God placed in my path in January, received into a home where I know he will be consistently loved and cared for.  How ironic his name is "Son Son" .... he feels like one to me.

I laid awake in bed last night,  unable to remove the common sights of the streets in Haiti from my mind - where literally hundreds and hundreds of people are all crammed together trying to sell whatever sits before them day after day after day to buy food.  Where young children carry heavy buckets and plastic containers of water for blocks upon blocks to their home where water doesn't exist. Or seeing people bathing and washing clothes in the same water shared by pigs and goats down stream.  We become frustrated when we have to wait through TWO stop light rotations.  A rush hour in Haiti is traffic at a stand still with motorcycles weaving between cars and up on sidewalks if need be, often transporting three to four people to a bike.  Mobs of people stand waiting for an hour for a "tap tap" (pick up truck - their public transportation) to arrive and then they pack in to the point that some stand on the bumper and hold on to anything they can. And I had to grin recalling my impatience when I have to wait through TWO stop light rotaions because  the jerk ahead of me wouldn't turn left on a yellow light. As I revisited all these visuals last night, I remembered my attitude over my lost bag after flying on an airplane.   I remined myself that there are millions upon millions of people in the world who will never even get a glimpse inside of an airplane and who don't have enough personal belongings to even fill a suitcase.  So surely I am blessed and need to knock off the whining.

I often wonder when I return if anything was significantly accomplished during my visit. Was there really a point to my visit when the needs are so overwhelming?  This morning I have concluded that my visit may have  been used as a reminder for me to continue  with my efforts here in the States on their behalf.  Their voice is silent here. The children and adults alike where we stay truly believe we are sent as an answer to their ongoing prayer for God not to forget them.  So - my efforts will continue to change hearts here, which inturn transforms lives there.  I will earnestly try not to become swallowed up by the fast pace and perceived personal needs and changes that surface and take over my mind in my safe haven of Naperville -- but rather I will recall the feeling when the children fuss over who gets to hold your actual hand, and who has to settle for a portion of your forearm.  For those children, whose future requires not just an education - but survival tactics  - I will remain their voice!  Please join me. 

Thank you for caring enough to even read the blog to share in our experiences and thank you for every prayer and every cent your have shared to make a difference for many!

Special Day at the Beach for the Grace Girls!

Just a quick note to say we did beach day yesterday with Marie's girls. Some of the ladies at New Life who take care of the children also joined us with their families. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. Rented a big bus, first stop New Life to pick all of us up and then off to Grace Hope Orphanage. When we arrived the girls where all ready to go, bathing suits on with hair braided. Of course, matching beads in hair to match bathing suits for all. Cathy, Patty and I all had three or four girls to a seat and off we went. Singing worship songs, eating candy and just plain catching up was the order of the day. We even tried to speak some English to see what the girls remembered and if they have advanced. As most of you are aware, the girls don't get out much so most eyes were focused on all of the interesting sights in the streets as we drove to the beach. I noticed the girls especially perked up whenever we went by someone selling ladies clothes. Should I be surprised that it isn't any different here then at home!!!! We arrived at the beach one and a half hours later. Stayed on shore long enough to count off, pray for everyone's safety and all were in the water in a blink of an eye. We became human floats for the little ones, through the beach ball around and taught the older girls to float and swim. Cathy, our triathlon participant, was the swim teacher for the day. The girls caught on early that this was her forte. Before I knew it, the girls were asking her to remove her sunglasses and get her head in the water! Breast stroke was the lesson for today and by the end they were like fish in water, promising we would all be a swim team next time with matching suits. Soon after, snack time was upon us. Bread and peanut butter all around as the girls were hungry. Had to remind them that lunch was coming shortly. Someone drove out from New Life with snacks and lunch for all. Finished up drinks and snacks and it was back into the water. Could have stayed in there all day as water temperature was like bathwater and crystal clear. Wasn't long before the lunch bell was ringing. Rice and beans, salad and beets were the order of the day. For dessert, a special treat, homemade brownies. Cathy gave up her medical kit spot in her luggage to make sure we had brownies mix for all the children this trip. Bless her heart. So Wednesday night after dinner the three of us got to it. Cathy poured the mix into the bowls while I mixed and Patty had the chief chef responsibility. She had to figure out the oven. The dial for the oven only had numbers one through six on it. So, as you can imagine, much experimentation was necessary. All in all, a great success and special treat for everyone. About 3:30 the call was for all out of the water. Time to change into something dry and hit the road! The trip home brought happy times as Sister Patty came through with hidden picture sheets and word searches for everyone. Of course, the day wouldn't be complete without one more piece of candy! After a few rain drops along the way and stops to drop some families off along our route, we arrived back at the girls orphanage. Saying goodbye is never easy, kisses, hugs and many blessings finished with, "see you next time". Back to New Life to enjoy a warm dinner and 7:00 devotions with the kids. For me, devotion time here is becoming bittersweet. Only one more evening with the children and my friend Chinaido who just loves to sing and worship our Lord and Savior! I will miss him. Thanks again to all that have been following our journey on FB and Haiti blog. Thank you for keeping us in prayer as well. See you soon,
Renee

July 25, 2011 As the sun went down - Son Son appeared

Today was another day of one step forward, one to the side, one back and then forward.  We haven’t left the premises of New Life for the past two days. Cathy Jones arrived late afternoon yesterday, so our triad is complete.  She is settling in and spent the day cleaning, sorting, and loving the kids.  Instead of giving you more details of our time – I feel like I would rather just share a short story with you.  It certainly had a big impact on me, and I hope you will be able to understand why.

In February of this year when Renee and I were in Haiti, we visited another orphanage which was established after the earthquake.  We were very appalled at the conditions and the innocent children seemed sad and hungry for attention and love.  While I was walking around the small area there I found a young boy about 10 years old at my side.  He had the most angelic face with eyes that I can’t even describe.  They were huge and just drew me into his soul.  I hugged him over and again and we held hands for the duration of our visit. He told me his name was Son Son.  I pointed him out to Renee and Miriam and said, “This boy does not belong here.”  Miriam conversed with him in Creole and said he sounded very intelligent and she could tell that he probably had attended school in the past.  This would mean he came from a family who could afford schooling – a exception. We learned his parents were killed in the earthquake, but we weren’t clear on how he ended up in this particular orphanage.  When we left that day, I couldn’t get the face of this dear boy out of my head. 

In the weeks that followed Miriam made trips back to this orphanage to bring them food. On several occasions she even brought some of the children from her orphanage, New Life, to help care and entertain the children and to do laundry and other tasks.  From that aspect, I kept up with his life.  I even received a few photos of him.  He still appeared distraught to me – or maybe I was distraught for him.

Several weeks ago I learned that they located an uncle of Son Son’s and that he was now living with his uncle.  While I had no idea of the conditions at his uncle’s home – I felt relief that he was free of the oppression I felt when I met him at the orphanage.

When I arrived at New Life last week, Miriam shared that Son Son was coming to New Life with his uncle for a visit.  She said she wanted to talk with his uncle to learn of his current living conditions, and she thought I would enjoy seeing him.  Well – during dinner time tonight we looked out and saw a young boy and a man sitting on a bench under the infamous mango tree.  Renee and I walked out to the tree and saw that it was Son Son.    I’m sure he didn’t remember me, but how I remembered him.  Again – his eyes looking up at me brought me to his side so I could hold him once again.  As per usual – the language barrier stood its ground between us. 

Miriam was at the orphanage and had someone bring Son Son to her.  She explained to him that if he would like to, she would talk with his uncle and maybe he could stay at a new orphanage which was being prepared for the children currently living at the tent city orphanage. It was decided that she would get in contact with him at that point.  When Son Son returned to the mango tree on the other side of the property his uncle was gone but his backpack remained.  I saw Son Son walking alone across the property and I assumed then he had come to stay.  I could feel tears coming as I couldn’t imagine this child losing his parents, being confined at the first orphanage, and now leaving his uncle for yet another orphanage.  But soon I was told the truth – the uncle had left him behind and Son Son had no choice but to stay at New Life.  Miriam tried calling the uncle several times – but he didn’t answer his phone. 

Son Son was then welcomed with open arms.  He hadn’t eaten all day, so was promptly fed.  Then devotions began and I had him sit with the boys. After the singing ended Miriam asked the children if they remembered how they felt when they first came to New Life – she elaborated on how awful it feels to be sad and lonely. Then she had Son Son come forward.  She asked for all boys age 11 – the age of Son Son to come forward as well and they introduced themselves to him and each one hugged him tightly.  (Of course I’m nearly sobbing by then!) Then he put his arms around Miriam’s waist and she told him he was a very special boy that Jesus sent to New Life and that she loved him very much.

When devotions ended other children came forward to welcome him and one of the “nannies” took him by the hand and walked him around to receive additional hugs – and I was able to do just that.  Then they walked to the boy’s dorm to show him a bed another boy had given up for him. I hope as I write this that Son Son is fast asleep and God’s love that was given to him by many has erased any fears and replaced it with peace. 

What else is there to say …. Please pray for Son Son.

Cleaning House

July 23, 2011

I will share a quick update before retiring for the day.  Since the blog of yesterday morning Renee and I haven’t left the premises. The day has come to a close and as Renee and I start coveting our bed I decided to send out a quick, short blog to let everyone know we are doing well and soaking in the experiences put before us.  Renee continues to run from one end of the property to the other handling issues as they develop and overseeing the guest house.  Miriam INSISTS she isn't going to let Renee leave and will get Bill to join her here.  They are both such a blessing to the ministry with their gifts and actions.  Yesterday and this afternoon I have continued to spend time with the children in my efforts to have each child create a "thank you" card for their sponsor.  There were 185 notes to be written and I'm getting the number down to a bit over 20! YEAH!  The children have really had fun making them as I stress to them the love and assistance of their sponsor.  Even though I TRY to keep the table reserved for only those who are working on the cards, an entourage of children gather. Today I brought activity books with me and was amazed how interested the children were to complete mazes, dot to dot, and math problems.  The older children really enjoy doing "word search" puzzles and sit for a long time concentrating to find a word.  Once again I wish I spoke Creole - but somehow my love for them seems to penetrate their heart without using words and they surely return it tenfold. 

Renee was involved in a huge project to make room in the depot for the contents coming in a shipping container any day!  She had quite the group of helpers as nearly all the boys worked very hard at her direction.  At the end of the day a Pastor from an orphanage about an hour away came with a truck and was so thrilled to receive a supply of food, medicines and other needed items.  Six of the children from here went back to his orphanage for a week to be a help to his staff, and to experience life in the mountain area where agriculture is predominant.  I suspect they will return with a thankful heart for New Life.

We have met some amazing women on this trip who are staying here to serve. There is a young woman age 20, who has been such an inspiration and support to me.  God is so good at putting just the right person in your path.  Tonight the six of us gathered for prayer and it was such a realization that we come as broken souls before Him and that He still uses us  - He takes our gifts and puts us alongside those with other gifts and WOW -  look out! 

I must also mention the team that left today.  They, too, brought love and inspiration to New Life through their team members, activities and ministries in the area - especially at the deaf camp.  Tears were shed by them as they left. I have no doubt many of them will be back.  I was especially blessed by three of the girls on their team in their 20's.  They insist that Renee and I are going on the medical mission scheduled in October with them.  They are radiant girls with Godly lives and intentions. We shared so many laughs and tears together. They each had a child here steal their heart and change their life.  It's certainly the truth that God is about changing lives - we see it happen every day here.  The irony being it's usually a visitor - even though every visitor comes hoping to change a life here! 

Tomorrow is church - which is always an experience. Cathy Jones arrives in the afternoon and we will spend the last week as a team of three - NOT to be confused with the THREE STOOGES - or we hope we won't resemble such behavior!  Please continue to pray for us and for the future of this ministry.  There is so much activity here and the needs are great.  The good news is, God has already covered the tomorrow that we fear.  I see Renee's salamander is back on the wall.  Time to turn off the lights and put my head under the covers.  What might tomorrow bring?

Haiti - is really an action word!

Suffering with “bloggers guilt” and having too much in my heart – I decided to blog today, even though Renee has already bogged as well.  That way – for those of you who have been waiting for an entry….today is bonus day!  If tomorrow does not offer us an opportunity to actually sit and type one, may this one cover us! J

ALL the days are now running together. I don’t know if it’s my feeble mind, or if an alert 20 year old would experience the same.  Today, Little Patty’s father (my God child) told me that after visiting me here on Tuesday, she has been getting dressed early each day thereafter asking if she can come to work with him here at New Life so she can see me and swing on the swing.  I suspect her first experience of swinging on a swing such as the one here has now taken top priority over me.  I shall weep over that reality later…

As I mentioned in a previous blog, my child from Compassion International did indeed come to visit on Wednesday.  It was an amazing reunion as he ran to greet me with arms so tight around my neck I thought he was going to hold me tight forever.  I met his father for the first time, who is now supporting and raising him as a result of his mother dying in March.  Before he left I asked if he would sing a song for me, as he told me before that he likes to sing.  With just a few moments of hesitation he stood and began.  The song was very long and his sweet voice went both high and low and the tune was very interesting.  The translator explained that around Christmas time the country had a national singing contest and many people tried out, singing this newly written song.  It basically asked God to bless the country after all that was lost in the earthquake and not to forget them as a people.  Just knowing he was singing that message so heartfelt made me sad.  I guess I don’t want anyone here in Haiti to have the burden of their poverty in their heart.  But why wouldn’t they?  To know MY prayer requests NEVER touch on God rescuing me from the depths of nothingness – I can’t imagine the faith and hope it takes to trust God that He will rescue and restore their lives.  I have had their prayers translated to me, and the MAJORITY of their prayers are prayers of THANKSGIVING to God vs. prayers asking for help!

Before leaving for Haiti, two sponsors gave money to buy a treat for all the children while we were here.  We were given a “tip” by one of the older children here of a place to go where the ice cream and other treats are actually manufactured cheaper.  By it resembling something a “sale price” , I was all over it! Silly me is half expecting a big building on the main street….but it was down a dusty narrow road.  Soon we came to the usual huge tall gate and after a few honks of our horn, with caution, we were allowed in.  We went up many stairs and at the top we were greeted by a Canadian woman who spoke English and she welcomed us into her air conditioned office which looked quite American. NOTHING you would have expected to see by the condition of the surroundings.  We bought cups of ice cream and little single packages of cake for each child and we were so excited for the party to come!  On Wed. night during devotional time – in the dark of the night the children were surprised with the treats!  Lots of happy faces, and many chins dripping with white ice cream.  I had the humble experience of hand feeding one of the disabled children who can’t feed himself, nor speak but his eyes expressed his delight.  

Yesterday, I had the fun of being included by a team here who was treating the children of New Life to a trip to the beach.  The morning was filled with excitement as everyone prepared for their day away.  We were told that there were about 10 of the children who weren’t going to be allowed to go, based on behavioral issues.  We all loaded into a small bus – housing sometimes 4 to a seat meant for TWO – we sat there and sweat – waiting to leave.  All at once it was announced that three of the little boys had to exit the bus, as they were still under the consequences of poor choices.  I could hardly watch them walk away slowly….tough love abounds and is needed to raise up respectful children.

The children sang songs and used the back of seats for a drum all the way there.  It also offers them the chance to see beyond their walls of life in Haiti and what one day will be the place where they will have to use what they are learning now – to survive.  As you would imagine – fun was had by all.  You can’t imagine a scene SO beautiful is part of the ugliness that exists on the road behind you.  Lots of fun photos taken and all you could hear were their voices exclaiming their deep pleasure.  As I sat on the shore I frequently heard “Sister Patty!”  When I looked their way they would do some kind of trick in the water or show me something that required me to clap and yell, “Bravo!” And then that antic would be followed by another and another… No matter where you do – children LOVE attention and affirmation. 

The ride home in the bus was longggg and hot.  Many kids sleeping after a day of fun. All of a sudden there was a very loud bang – I expected to find a bullet hole somewhere - but thankfully, I guess, we blew a tire!  In a flash, I could picture all 80+ of us standing alongside a hot dusty road waiting for a repair.  Thankfully, it was reported as an “inside tire” and we were told we were OK to continue – only now we traveled at 25 MPH instead of 45.  Dusk was around the corner after we returned and Renee and I found ourselves in GREAT need of a cold shower and our beds were looking pretty darn good!

Today I am hoping to help children with the remaining thank you notes to sponsors. It’s a project that has lasted all week.  I am not complaining because the more notes to write, means the more sponsors who have stepped forward. If you are reading this as a sponsor – please know your child is MORE than happy to give their personalized touch with a sincere thank you!  Many sponsors have also written their child a letter – so I will get the blessing of sharing those words of love with the child as the days continue.  I have never stayed here two weeks before – I normally leave after one week, which would be tomorrow.  I couldn’t imagine going home so soon and am thankful that I have another week to share with these precious children of God and only hope Renee and I have given them even a moment of joy compared to what they have given us which will be part of us forever!