Enjoying these rare moments...

So I got the great joy to be part of this rare moment in the lives of one of my little one's in Heaven's Waiting Room. I am organizing toys that were brought in for them for developmental use and I had Den Den a little boy up with me who has cerebral palsy and has little to none fine motor skills. He was enjoying the process of seeing all the toys I have. Were having fun touching the play dough and stringing up the beads and we get to the bag of cars and I see his face light up. He dumps them out and they are all shapes and sizes and he is getting his kicks because a couple makes noise. So in having his attention I grab this blue police car and push a small lever and the car takes off about 3 feet, and lights up. Oh you should have seen the look on Den Den's face. He clapped for joy and pulled himself over to it. So, I am about to get to me feet to walk over and push the lever cause there is no way he can push it himself where I get a glimpse of one overcoming hard circumstances and soaring. Den Den with out losing a beat knocks the car in front of himself with his uncontrolled hands, then when everything is lined up gets his toes and pushes the button by using his feet. It was rad! he does this about 20 times, pushes it with his toes, watched is take off, laugh and then drag himself over to it where he does it all again. In the end I watch him and his new found favorite toy go over to the gate where he hollers down to his two buddies John and Stephen about this amazing thing he want to share. So in the end by bag of cars have one less car but the laughter of Den Den and his buddies from Heaven's Waiting Room can be heard as the siren sounds.

What a Fighter!

I heard her story way before I got the chance to hold her for the first time. Her story was heartbreaking and she had only been in the world for less then a day. She was born about 7 hours away from the compound up in the hills into a family with 4 other kids. She was born disfigured, part of her upper lip was missing, she had no inside top roof of her mouth and she had extra fingers. She was labeled cursed and was brought to our door step to be fixed or hidden. They didn't want her unless she was made perfect and they didn't refer to her as human but a item of some sort. When surgery wasn't an option seeing how she was barely 2 days old they informed us that she would be killed by their hands or their village if we didn't keep her. I went and found Heather who is one of the big dogs here and asked that if she was kept by us and seeing how I am here for a year if I could help take care of her. I was told yes and plans were made. This arrangement gives her the one on one attention she needs and keeps her immune system protected. The parents signed her over and I gave her a name. As of last night she spent the first of many, many night with me. She has special needs seeing how she can't use a bottle, has fluids in her lungs and overall being only 2 days old. I learned how to tube feed her. Her name everyone is Sarah Rou and she is beautiful!

Let me tell you about my week, then about my God!

Okay, let me tell you about my week, it started about the week before I am ready to leave on the 18th and I am running non stop and I got really sick. I am notified through email that my mentor Jodie who I will be working under in Haiti is extremely sick and needs to be flown back to the states. So, the night before the morning of my flight, I'm exhausted to the point of non functioning. I collapse onto my bed with four un packed bags and about nine hours to go and I am woken by the sounds of frustration, the airlines have limited my ability to bring bags to only two. So the next day I am a exhausted traveler on the way for a 2 day journey to Haiti with one months supply of clothing for at least 5 months. I arrive to Haiti after a 7 hour bus ride on the back seat that is not connected to anything. Arriving sore I am greeted with no place to really call my own for the next month and my suitcase of clothes that I left in the Spring that would help me get to December is moldy.

So that is my week, now let me tell you about my God. My God is amazing, He took a very broken, tired and scared person and gave comfort by taking control. My God provided me with family and friends who were up till 3 o’clock in the morning of my departure packing my bags, calling the airport and making sure I was okay. They were there making sure I knew I were be loved and knowing I would be missed. My God provided me with a couch in air-condition and new faces and story to meet while in Haiti. He provided me with a couple baggy shirts and encouragement. He provided me with Haitian lady’s who can scare mold out of everything. My God provided me with my six month Jude who can totally roll over and hold his head up and the best thin is smile and laugh. My God provided me with His promise to love me and hold me and protect me. My God is in control even if I can’t see it. A friend once told me, if “If I can’t hold onto My Jesus there isn’t much to live for.” I’ve got my faith! I thank you all for getting me this far and then staying with me for this journey. I am not sure what’s in store but again I got my Jesus.