haiti day 3September 8, 2009 (most of this post was written while in Haiti, but couldn’t post until now) buy The Saddest Music in the World today we are at Real Hope For Haiti in Cazale. i’m always so glad when my friends get to experience this place that’s become such a huge part of our lives and stories. for the last couple of years we’ve been talking about and sharing the stories from Real Hope, and it’s always such a privilege to actually take people from the USA to visit and serve. i’m upstairs in Licia’s house while most of the team is below playing with kids, holding sick kids, and counting pills in the medical center. any group of people that come here are always taken back by the vastness of this ministry. although they only have two very small buildings, entire communities and villages are affected by what goes on here. in the Rescue Center there’s anywhere from 40-60 severely malnourished kids being nurtured back to health. many die. malnourishment is tough on the body…especially bodies that are only 2 and 3 years old. it’s tough to look death in the eyes. some of these kids seem so close. it’s sobering and humbling to walk through the room knowing that most of the kids are hanging on to their last rope. thankful for a place like this that brings hope to the hopeless…one bowl of beans and rice at a time. we’re here on a clinic day. its afternoon, but there’s still 150 more patients to be seen. Lori doesn’t feel well today. she snuck in a nap, but went right back to it. “i have 150 more patients today…no time to sleep.” most of the men & women here today walked an average of 6 hours (one way) to get to their appointment. they travel on foot, around mountains, up and down steep paths, through the river…this place is saving their lives. i’ll be saying goodbye to Amos and Story in about 2 hours. we fly out early tomorrow. i haven’t told him that i’m leaving yet. hard to look in his big brown eyes and tell him “Amos, Papa has to go bye-bye now. But i’m coming back. and one day i’ll take you home.” he never understands, and this time won’t be any different. suprisingly, Story has taken a liking to me this time. although she won’t miss a beat when i leave (because she doesn’t know me well and she’s so young), Amos will be devastated. again. and i’m dreading it. i always start feeling a little sick to my stomach a few hours before i have to hug and kiss him, then walk away as he cries. even typing that sucks. we’re off to take a hike through the village. (photo credit: Harold Hanusch) Murder Rooms: The Patient’s Eyes dvd Leave a Reply |





September 8th, 2009 @ 8:54 am
thanks for being out there bro and being so transparent… that last paragraph wrecked me… can’t wait to meet Amos & Story one day!!
September 8th, 2009 @ 10:08 am
Thank you for your kindness towards my family. You and Jamie have been an incredible encouragement to them these last few years. Praying Amos and Story get home quick as can be.
Big Jesus Love to you.