Welcome to the Healing Haiti + Eagle Brook Mission Blog. We invite you to follow mission team members as they experience what God is doing both through them and in them while in the mission field of Haiti.
'For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Monday, March 7, 2011
Yesterday morning we delivered food and bathroom supplies to one of the nearby tent cities. This particular one was situated on slight slope. We started at the top, and as we wound our way through the elaborate maze these people call home we found ourselves trudging through feces and urine infested mud and water flowing amongst the garbage. There were "lakes" and "rivers" that had formed quite literally at these people's front doors. Not exactly what we would call water front property. As I watched the children playing in and running through the water, I was reminded of the opposite effect water can have... the destruction and devastation. The water had washed away part of their property and with it most likey carried bacteria and disease. I now understand how cholera has spread so violently here in Haiti.
I now also understand why the delivery of clean water is so important. Water is a very powerful source in our world. It sustains life but can also, in the blink of an eye, take it away. Praise God for for the vision of Jeff and Alyn to bring life-giving, life-sustaining, living water to the beautiful people here in Haiti. The people don't have much, but they know and trust in God, and their spirit is far greater than most in the north. I can only pray to someday have that much faith, trust, and dependance on our Lord.
I will return to this beautiful country and do my part to lay God's healing hand upon these people. What will you do?
Ke Bondye Beni'ou
God Bless You
Sunday, March 6, 2011
After a short break we returned to Mother Teresa's. Gina had spent a lot of time on Wednesday holding a little girl named Michalove. She's a one year old little girl that is so malnurished she weighs only 6lbs, and that's after having been at Mother Teresa's for over a month and a half. Gina held her and was able to feed her an entire cup of formula. She was more alert and more active than she had been on Wednesday. I went to the littel girl I held all day on Wendesday, Angelika. She had an iv in her arm and her hands were wrapped in cloth to keep her from tearing out her iv. Wednesday she wouldn't look at me, but she would lean her head and be still. Jeff was holding her yesterday and she smiled at me! How amazing to see prayers and hard work helping to heal those little children.
Our last event of the day was to have our water truck "boys" come over. They are 5 of the most wonderful men that watch over us on our water truck. They were so incredible grateful for a meal of spaghetti and french bread. They each told us their story of how they came to work for Healing Haiti. How awesome our God is, he is able to meet all of our needs when we let him be in control!
This day was our full circle day.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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We entered the downstairs area where the sick babies are. It was like taking a step back in time. A dark room with concrete walls filled with rows upon rows of small iron cribs. IV's hanging from anywhere they could find a spot. Sisters in the traditional habits. And more sick babies than I had ever seen at one time. This is where I thought I would spend much of my time that morning, but God had a different plan.
I immediately passed through that room just to see what the upstairs looked like. The rooms where the non-sick older children stayed. And there he was. Ednure Louis. Sitting on the cold concrete floor. He instinctively reached up as I crouched down to pick him up. He sat contently as I held him. I offered him to Lisa, but he didn't want to go, and before I knew it he was sleeping soundly on my shoulder. I swayed back and forth trying to offer a little comfort, and before I knew what was happening the tears were streaming down my cheeks. God's living waters were pouring out of me wishing I could do more than just hold these children for a few short hours. I was being emptied of me so that I could be refreshed again with God's Holy Spirit.
Many times I thought of putting Ednure Louis in a crib to tend to another crying child, but something inside me told me to hang on... to hang on tight. And so I did. And as I prayed over Ednure Louis gently breathing in and out on my shoulder, wondering whose child I was caring for and why he was there, a peace began to fill my heart. We sat on the bench, gently swaying, breathing in, breathing out. And like the day before, I found myself in a bubble of peace amongst all the chaos. God was using this little boy to remind me that He is in control and will be my only source of peace and strength.
As Ednure Louis and I sat quietly, visiting hours for parents ended. A young gentleman who had come to visit his child moved my legs off the bench and set his tiny child down in front of me.... "please take care of and love on my child while I'm gone" were his unspoken words. I can only imagine the heartache of a parent leaving their child behind every day knowing they can't care for them. And so I sat there with Ednure Louis on my left shoulder and this little girl on my right shoulder. We sat there sharing this very moment that God had prepared, predestined, for the three of us, and I was humbled.
I cared for children of all kinds this day... sick and dying babies, mentally handicapped children, and children whose parents simply cannot care for them on their own. I held a 7 month old baby who could not have weighed more than 5 pounds and could not hold her head up because she was too weak. Her crying ceased, and she fell asleep in my arms. I played with and prayed over a 1 year old little girl whose wrist was no larger than a grown man's thumb, but whose spirit was larger than my entire team combined. Despite her circumstances, the Holy Spirit shined brightly through this little girl's eyes. I loved on a two year old girl whose hair was gray from malnourishment. She clung to me and tears streamed down her tiny little cheeks when I put her back in the crib... time to go... she was losing that ever so powerful human touch... that sense of love that God pours through us into those children and my heart ached once more.
I had gone to serve those children, but in the end, God used them to serve me. I walked out of Mother Theresa's that day having had my heart split wide open but immediately mended back together, stronger than ever before. I walked out of there with the image of those children, God's little angels, imprinted on my heart. God held my hand as I walked out the door... sweetly broken.