Ti Jimson and Medical Reality Here in Haiti...

This morning I sit in a hospital in La Pointe, Haiti with a precious 12 year old boy, Ti Jimson, who is battling infection throughout his body.  He now sleeps on a hospital cot with a blanket rolled up under his head, IV in his little foot, a diaper wrapped around his little bottom, and a pillow case draped over his body to give him comfort since he can’t have clothes on because his fever comes and goes.  For the last seven days, this has been us.  We wait for answers, we wait for the doctor to come every morning, we wait for the nurses to check in every few hours, he takes medicine, he tries his best to keep food down, he shivers, he cries, he looks into my eyes and expresses his feelings without any words.

Last Saturday afternoon, I was reminded of the medical process here in Haiti.  I scooped Ti Jimson into my arms as he needed to go to the maternity section of the mission to get his hemoglobin checked.  They had to turn the generator on for power in order to do this.  In just a few seconds, we received the news that his hemoglobin had gone from 5g to 3g in one day.  Dr. Simone immediately had us go to the hospital which is about 40 minutes away from the mission because he required a blood transfusion.  Once there, one of the Miriam Center nurses and I walked him to the emergency room.  She paid for a dossier for him, and I sat in a chair with him as everyone just stared at this sick boy in my arms. 

I must say, I was impressed with the quickness of the emergency department of the hospital.  Within 30 minutes, they had an IV in him and were transferring us to the pediatric “in patient” room.  After a few hours, I quickly realized that Ti Jimson would need a private room because he could not battle infection with 17 other pediatric patients and their families in the same room.  On Saturday evening, I made the best decision I could have ever made on a whim…we walked down the hallway and this precious boy now had his own room.  For so many Haitians this is not an option because it costs about $30USD a night and a 5 night deposit is demanded before transferring.  The room is simple, but clean (minus a few mosquitos and a dusty fan) and quiet…priceless in my eyes!

 

Ti Jimson received the emergency blood transfusion on Saturday night.  I looked on the bag of blood, and it was donated by a visiting doctor on November 6, 2012.  In the states we always hear about the “gift of life” but here I was seeing it with my very own eyes.  On Monday morning, we received the news that Ti Jimson’s hemoglobin was 7.3!!!  Although we praised this report, we still needed answers.  Ti Jimson has been coughing, having fevers up to 105.1, liver is enlarged, refusing to eat, crying in pain, etc.  The pediatrician has been wonderful, but only has time to see him once a day because she is the only pediatrician right now.  Her time is stretched thin between the ER patients, the clinic patients, the orphanage patients, and the hospital patients. 

 

Every day has presented with more tests and more medications.  It has gone through my head, “are we simply putting a Band-Aid on the situation or are we indeed treating something?”  Pneumonia meds, fever meds, malaria preventative meds, etc.  Blood work is looking better and the chest x-ray doesn’t look too bad anymore either.  Wednesday and Thursday nights were quite the scare with a 105.1 fever, no eating, diarrhea, respiratory distress etc.  An emergency IV was given as well as 2 shots (one for fever and one for respiratory trouble.)  Again, the Lord became our Great Physician…the medicine worked both nights.  I finally feel like the little guy might make it.  I sit here just praying over his little body that the fever does not come back, that he keeps his food down, and that he rests to gain all the strength he has lost this past week.  I truly believe that God wants this child to have one more miracle to add to his collection!  See, he is already a miracle in so many ways…he is a special needs child living in Haiti, he is a true orphan, and he has battled many illnesses in his short life. 

 

I could go on and on, but it is not needed.  I simply want you to ask for a hedge of protection over this sweet boy.  His body is weak, and it needs strength.  May he feel loved each day that he fights, may he be comforted when he hurts, and may he be a LIVING testimony of God’s love for all of those like him! 

Little story for this season of giving…

A nurse came in last night, and saw that we had two thermometers on our shelf (one being an old fashioned mercury one.)  She said, “You have much thermometers, could you give me one?”  She is a nurse at a hospital in Haiti and she needs a thermometer!  She said we had “MUCH” and we had two…reality, for sure!

 

 

Christ-tcherry (Miracle Baby!)

Although, I wish I had more time to write and update everyone, I am crunched for time today.  So, the goal is to get this blog out today to get people praying for this little miracle boy!  Many of you already know Papito and Christ-tcherry's story and how they have impacted my life forever.  We were scheduled to come to the Dominican Republic for medical care in November, but because of events with my health, we had to come a month earlier.  It has been evident that everything has been in God's timing as it has all worked out relatively smoothly.  (it could have been a very rough road)

We have been here for 9 days doing a lot of outpatient medical stuff (doctor consults, testing, lab work, etc.)  All the doctors have been wonderful as they are working with Peterson, Christ-tcherry, and myself.  Christ-tcherry was seen by a neurologist last week, and we were referred to an Ear, Nose, and Throat surgeon for his Tonsilectomy surgery where he will also have his tongue "clipped."  The surgeon looked at his X-ray and was appalled by what he saw.  Parts of Christ-tcherry's airway are only the size of a needle where it should be the size of a pen cap all the way through.  This is causing major respiratory problems for Christ-tcherry and he is being deprived of more and more oxygen every day.  The surgeon said at best we have up to a year to get this surgery done before his airway closes completely.

I do not tell you all of this as a "sob" story, but mainly for facts and proof of God's perfect timing!  All the doctors believe that this will be a life saving surgery for Christ-tcherry and that he will begin to really thrive after it.  Because we came a month early, I had not had time to fundraise for this surgery, and am asking if you will consider contributing directly to his surgery.  I have been able to cover most of our other expenses by a generous initial donation of $1,100.  This is what really prompted me to "go out on a limb" and seek all the medical attention needed at this time (in the long run, saving money.)

Tomorrow, I have to pay $1,800 for Christ-tcherry's surgery, one night hospital stay, and tissue biopsy. I am believing in faith that the funds will come in...I have to!  The Lord has guided me thus far, and I know it is in His will for this precious boy to get this care.  The hospital has been so generous in making us a "package" deal where a huge deposit is not needed.  Christ-tcherry's surgery will be done at 7am on Tuesday morning.  His dad (Papito) and I will be with him.  Peterson will come visit once he is out of recovery and in a regular room.  The two boys have become very close over the past 9 days...their bond is sweet!

If you would consider donating to Christ-tcherry's surgery, please let me know and I will let you know how best to do so considering your needs as well.  Everyone can pray, so please keep Christ-tcherry and his daddy in your prayers this next week.  Their bond is precious and something unheard of (even in the states!)  We really have felt much love, and are blessed beyond measure to have you along with us for this exciting journey.

I will keep everyone updated as well as I can via Facebook, and hoping for a "PRAISE REPORT" blog afterward!

"From the Inside Out" Blog Series

Part Three:  “Act of Obedience (Sandley’s Story)”

On September 24, 2010, a baby boy was born in Cap Haitian, Haiti and was held tightly by his loving mother.  He would become baby brother to 3 older siblings.  He also had a dad that lived in the small home with them.  This baby and family would face many  challenges (as if they didn’t already have enough.)  This baby, Sandley, was different from his siblings.  He was small in size, but had bulging muscles.  He had a high pitched cry that never seemed to stop.  His eyes were big and he was always looking sideways. People looked at him funny.  People knew he was sick, but didn’t know why (Could it be true?  Was he seen as a curse on his family?  Was he going to die with nobody knowing him?  Would he be hidden from the outside world because his family was ashamed of him?)  With many “different” looking children in Haiti, this is true, but Sandley’s mother knew she had to do something for her son.  She would spend the next year seeking for answers for her son.  She would go from hospital to hospital looking for a “cure.”  She would spend much of the family’s money to do this and buy all the medications the doctors suggested (vitamins, IV fluid, antibiotics, etc.)  See, they either didn’t understand the diagnosis of “spastic quadriplegia” or they were too afraid to tell the boy’s mother that her son would not be “cured” by medicine.  If she knew of this diagnosis, would she still care for him or would she give up and let him die in a corner of their home?  After all, she had 3 more “healthy” mouths to feed and tend to, and that was a struggle in itself.

Sandley’s mother would be obedient to the feeling in her heart again.  In December of 2011, she brought Sandley to another hospital in Milot, Haiti.  The baby would be admitted for overnight care, and given a prescription for seizure medication.  Sandley and his mother would remain there for the next 3 days.  She was unable to buy the medicine prescribed because it was too expensive (in Haiti, you buy all the medications, fluids, IV, etc whether inpatient or not.) 

Pastor Daniel (a Haitian pastor who along with his wife has an orphanage) and Bill Waterman (a fellow missionary at Danita’s Children) were on their way to Milot to check on one of the “baby rescue” babies from Danita’s Children.  They checked on the baby girl who was sharing a room with about 4 other sick children and their families.  Pastor Daniel saw a mom and baby in the corner of the room.  Pastor Daniel and Bill walked back to the truck after saying goodbye.  They got ready to leave, but Pastor Daniel told Bill to wait in the truck and that he would be right back.  Pastor Daniel went back into the room to talk to the mother of the baby boy in the corner of the hospital room.  He spoke with her, and noticed the unfilled script for the seizure medication.  He also noticed that this baby boy was not well, and needed immediate attention.  Pastor Daniel went back to the truck, and asked Bill to come in and see this baby.  Bill did, and they took pictures of the baby and also paid for the seizure medication for the mother.  They then left the hospital…

Bill came to the main property of Danita’s Children, and said “I have a baby for you, Mami Heather.”  I was like, “excuse me.”  He said, “this one is for you.”  I asked to see the pictures, and I didn’t need to ask anymore.  I knew exactly what he had, and I thought, there is nothing I can do for this child.  Getting involved would not help this child or his mother.  I thought that I might be able to ignore it if I didn’t go see him or if I just convinced myself that I had enough on my plate.  This one lived too far away anyway.  Surely, there was someone else out there that would help them.  Well, that was not what God wanted, and He would keep me up that whole night thinking of this little baby.  In the morning, I called Pastor Daniel, and said, “When are you going back to the hospital?  I would like to go and meet that baby boy.”  The next day, I was in Pastor Daniel’s truck heading to the hospital. 

I walked into the room.  I went to the corner crib.  There he was, laying in his crib sleeping.  His mother was not there.  Had she abandoned him?  Could she not take anymore?  Did she have no choice?  I stroked his little arm.  I kissed my hand and then laid it on the top of his head.  Sandley’s mom walked into the room.  She had left to buy 1 jar of baby food for her son.  I was so happy to see her!  She truly loved him.  She was dedicated and devoted to her little one.  We talked and she asked if I would take her son to the orphanage.  She said that she wouldn’t be able to care for him much longer.  He was too sick.  I knew that I couldn’t do this.  I knew it was not God’s timing, and Danita helped me confirm this too.  At night I would rack my brain for what I could do for Sandley and his sweet mother.  I truly thought of so many living options, but none seemed right.  I felt like the mother loved her son, and I felt like I could offer some hope and help at the very least.  I had her come every Monday to our clinic.  Emily (our nurse) would check and weigh him every week.  I would supply his mother with his seizure medication, 1 can of formula, and less than $4 for transportation back and forth (they lived about 45 minutes away.)  That mother came every week right at 10am.  If I wasn’t there, she still came as she knew we had prepared everything for her and Sandley. 

When I got back from my 3 week visit to the Miriam Center, I understood exactly why I was asked to wait on a living situation for baby Sandley.  I made the decision to move to the special needs home in Northwest Haiti, and I had permission to bring Sandley with me.  I was so excited to tell the mother because I knew this is what she wanted for her baby.  The following Monday, I told his mom that I would be moving around April 1^st, and that Sandley could come.  She said that she had been praying for this, and not only had she been praying, she was acting!  She had Sandley’s birth certificate made and was ready to sign the necessary papers.  She was not giving him up, but rather giving him a chance…

In February, Sandley’s mom brought him on a Monday as usual and delivered the news that his father had just passed away.  She was so sad, but was keeping it together for her children.  She was certainly a strong woman!  On March 27^th, the day came for the big move.  We left Pastor Daniel’s orphanage at 4am, and we picked Sandley up on the side of the road around 4:45am in Cap Haitian.  His mother placed him in my lap, handed me the birth certificates, and then shut the door.  No tears were shed.  We simply locked eyes, and shared no words.  We didn’t need to.  This was all just an act of obedience on both our parts.  She simply placed her baby boy in my arms for safe keeping and a chance at life…

Sandley cried almost the whole way to the Miriam Center at NWHCM.  He ate a little bit, but I couldn’t get him comfortable.  He certainly did not enjoy all the bumps along the way.  We arrived and the staff immediately took him out of my arms.  The new baby had arrived, and they were thrilled to have a little baby to take care of.  He even got renamed “ti bebe” (which means little baby in Creole.)  He was stealing hearts right and left, but the real “steal” would have to wait a couple more weeks.

Justin Clark (the missionary who was coming down to focus on maintenance work for the mission) would be moving down.  I first talked to Justin at church in Haiti.  We were outside and I asked him what he would be doing at the mission.  He explained that he was there strictly to do maintenance and whatever else came his way (referring to “fixing things.”)  He made it pretty clear that he liked the idea of kids, but had “no clue” or “experience” with them.  Well, let’s just say, the rest is history…

Somehow, he found himself gravitating towards teeny tiny Sandley who seemed to be battling one illness after the other. I noticed Justin in the Miriam Center a lot.  I knew we had a lot of maintenance work to do, but I mean, Justin REALLY liked working in the Miriam Center.  It turns out that he might have had some other motives to being there…YEP, little Sandley!  That boy had stolen Justin’s heart forever.  It was one of the sweetest things I have ever witnessed to this date.  Justin even changed a diaper for the first time (and many many more after that!)  He learned to feed him with a syringe, give him medicine, hold him, play with him, and change some of the worst diapers EVER!  Who knew that God could work through something so smelly?  Haha.  Day after day, the relationship just continued.  It gets stronger each day, and Justin now calls Sandley “son” (or little feller,) and we refer to Justin as “Papi.”  Sandley is quite blessed to have Papi Justin, and I know without a doubt that Justin has been forever changed by his little feller, Sandley. 

LOVE…genuine, innocent, and pure.

On September 24^th, 2012 we will be celebrating Sandley’s 2^nd birthday.  This will be quite the day for 8lb Sandley.  I think there might even be some pudding or dum dums involved!  I am simply amazed and inspired by Sandley’s story.  It has truly taught me obedience to God’s tugging.  A lot of people had to play a part in getting to this point.  Without everyone being obedient to the Lord’s direction, this little boy would not be where he is today.  He is fulfilling his purpose of sharing love with all he meets.  It is not about quantity of days anymore, it is simply about quality and Sandley has this!

I would like to say thank you to everyone that has played a part in this “act of obedience.”  It has been a blessing that can never be explained…

1)      Sandley’s Mother:  Thank you for never giving up!  Thank you for sacrificing so much to give your boy a chance to fulfill his purpose.  Thank you for taking in all the stares and comments that first year.  Thank you for listening to your heart and always going the extra mile to seek help.

2)      Pastor Daniel:  Thank you for going back into that hospital room to see this baby boy and his mother.  Thank you for your willingness to remain such a special part of Sandley’s life as his Godfather.

3)      Bill:  Thank you for sharing your heart and having faith in me to take on this little boy.  Thank you for that little nudge to listen to the whispers of my heart.

4)      Danita:  Thank you for confirming God’s perfect timing for both me and Sandley.

5)      Emily:  Thank you for taking care of all the “Monday” tasks of this little one.  Your faithfulness made a huge difference in that transition time.

6)      Miriam Center Staff:  Thank you for taking on one more baby without complaining!

7)      Stephanie, Courtney, and Autumn:  Thank you for allowing one more to join our family!

8)      NWHCM:  Thank you for having open doors to myself and my little ones.

9)      Justin:  There are no words…thank you for being the best “Papi” ever! 

10)   Sandley:  Thank you for just being YOU!  You are awesome!

*To everyone else:  Thank you for your continued prayers for Sandley.  Every day is a struggle for life, but we are making slow progress.  We appreciate all the support, prayers, and love from you.*

"From the Inside Out" Blog Series

Part Two:  "Change, Challenge, and Courage..."

Change never comes without challenges, and I knew this when I decided to listen to the Lord’s calling to move to the Miriam Center at NWHCM.  It was a challenge just preparing to move, but it happened and there I was.  Would it be easy?  No.  Would it be worth it?  Yes.  After all, if it is His plan, it is always worth it!

As soon as I arrived at the mission, I knew things were different from my visit in January.  Missionaries were coming and going, leadership was being revamped, and there was a noticeable “change” in the air.  There was even a sense of tension among many, and I would be lying if I didn’t say I thought about packing us back up and returning to Ouanaminthe within my first week of being there.  But, certainly that was not God’s plan for us, the mission, or the children of the Miriam Center.  I prayed so much that first week, and God gave me glimpses of the future and that gave me hope and encouragement.  This would simply be a season, and I had to know that He had already prepared me for this season of life.

Two weeks before I made the move, I found out that Courtney Pierce (the director of the Miriam Center for the last 4 years) would be moving stateside to advocate for these beautiful children on that end.  This would change my role drastically, and I would no longer be solely focusing on severe/profound and infant care.  The Miriam Center would now be home to 48 special needs children, and our family would also consists of many outreach/school children as well as 39 faithful staff!   WOW!  Was I really ready for this?  YES, but not without my awesome God!

This was just not going to be possible without supernatural strength, grace, and blessing.  I became completely submissive to my Savior, and placed everything in His hands.  This was not something I could nor did I want to do without Him!  The best part, Stephanie Mosier, was feeling the same way.  Stephanie had lived at the Miriam Center for almost a year before I moved there.  Her heart and passion is for the education development of special needs care, but she was also feeling God’s tugging to do more.  Together, we decided we could co-direct the Miriam Center and this would allow us to remain focused on our individual gifts.  This was a God ordained connection, for sure.  We had a lot to go through and talk about.  We had to come up with a proposal for the Miriam Center which consisted of explaining where we were at in the present time, what needed to be addressed immediately, where we needed to be in 1 year, and what “in a perfect world…” would look like.  It was all exciting, but also overwhelming at times.  A lot of BIG and HARD decisions had to be made.

A month before I moved to the Miriam Center, I really focused my prayers.  I asked daily for more discernment.  God granted this, for sure!  I still have a long way to go, but one of the most challenging parts of co-directing the Miriam Center is using discernment on priorities.  See, it is easy to think everything is “crucial” or “urgent,” but the truth is…it ALL can’t be!  I have had to really rely on God to work through me, and let Him prioritize.  Of course, there is a ton of administrative duties, but the children will always come first!  The paperwork will not magically get done in the middle of the night, so if it doesn’t get done before bed, it will still be there the next morning.  If a child is very sick, this is not always the case, so that naturally takes priority.  Forming relationships with our staff and tending to their needs is also priority.  We have to keep them healthy.  The place simply could not BE without them!  We all come together to put the Lord at the top…nothing is possible without Him and we all recognize and receive this.

There will always be changes and challenges, but after 4 months of serving the Miriam Center, I know I am able to commit to these changes and challenges.  It was all mapped out, and I was prepared.  I didn’t know it, but my 2 years at Danita’s Children really served as a platform for this next chapter of life.  I could not do what I am doing without that experience.  I am grateful for what was and what is to come…

“For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.”  Matthew 18:20

"From the Inside Out" Blog Series

Part One: “The Next Leg of the Race”

On March 27th at 3am, the journey began. The day had come to move from Danita’s Children (Northeast, Haiti) to the Miriam Center at NWHCM (Northwest, Haiti.) Pastor Daniel drove, Papito and Christ-tcherry sat up front, Emily and I sat in the back, Peterson sat on Emily’s lap, Carlos sat in the middle, and after 45 minutes, Sandley’s mom placed her baby boy in my arms for safe keeping. No tears were shed…it was simply an act of obedience on all our parts (this is a blog to come in itself.) We made record time…about 6 hours!

I got out of the truck, and immediately filled up with tears. What was I getting into? I felt uncomfortable. Had I really done what was asked of me? Was this best for everyone, but more importantly, would it bring Glory to God? I had to take a minute with Emily as I was already feeling defeated. We exchanged a few words (mainly her encouraging me,) hugged, and said goodbye to one another.

  (Photo Credit:  Jen Wride)

The next hour is a bit of a blur, but I do remember seeing all the children, workers, missionaries, etc. The wonderful staff at the Miriam Center immediately took the children from me. They were excited to have them, but they also knew it added to their workload at the same time…four more children bringing the total up to 48! Carlos made friends within an hour of our arrival, and was getting into trouble with his new buddies, Joseph and Mackenly, within two hours…haha. Everyone was happy to have Peterson back at the Miriam Center, and they all immediately fell in love with Sandley (aka Ti Baby.) I had already created relationships with most of the staff, so I was greeted with open arms too which brought much comfort. Stephanie was pretty sick and in her room, but I was able to say hi and give her a quick hug any way.

I clearly remember giving Papito a tour of the Miriam Center that day…I remember seeing worry in his eyes. He looked at me and quickly said (in Creole,) “These children need so much and they need you too.” I responded with a very familiar Haitian saying, “Jezi konnan.” (Jesus knows) Papito simply nodded his head showing that he agreed with this statement. That is all I needed to hear at that moment. This was certainly a step of faith that included a lot of change. I knew at that moment that change does not come without challenge, and you do not overcome challenge without courage…SO, here we go!

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19 (NIV)

Change - He Gives and Takes Away

I write today because I’m entering a season of change, and I want to share with my friends and family what my next step is going to look like. It is going to be beautiful from the inside out, it is going to need immeasurable amounts of love, and it is going to bring so much JOY to this journey called LIFE! A step of faith, for sure, but isn’t that what we are called to do as followers of Christ?

I was just starting to get comfortable with what I was doing here in Ouanaminthe, Haiti. I finally knew how to navigate on a taxi around the village to do home visits, I figured out how to dodge the wheelbarrows at the border, I was just getting good at my medical gestures and “Spanglish” at the clinics when a child was sick, and a month ago I learned the last few Creole verses of one of my favorite songs in church! God, why would you ask me to move now? I’m just getting it…


Well, God doesn’t want us to get comfortable. He wants us to rely on Him for everything, so He is leading me away for His glory. At the end of March, I will be moving to St. Louis du Nord, Haiti to dedicate at least a year to the Miriam Center at Northwest Haiti Christian Mission. I went for a three week visit in January, and knew within the first couple of days that God was calling me to serve these gorgeous children of His.


During my three week visit, I had so many emotions running through my body. My heart immediately went toward the children that are physically and mentally so broken, the ones that many do not see worth in, the ones that seem to have nothing to give back, the ones that are so fragile they could literally break, the ones that have drool dripping down from their sweet mouths, the ones who do not see, the ones who do not hear, the ones who do not have a voice, the ones who do not walk, and the ones who can just lay there and hope that their very basic needs will be met even if they can’t cry out. Oh what a calling to serve these precious children! What an honor to be “mommy” to them! What a joy to truly take care of angels here on Earth!


While I was at the Northwest Haiti Christian Mission, we were having nightly devotions and we were singing “Blessed Be Your Name.” Tears began to fall from my eyes as I held tiny Peterson in my arms and we were singing the part that says, “He gives and takes away...” How true this statement has been in my whole life, but especially these past two years in Haiti. He has always given so much, and He has continued to take away as well. It is a reminder that everything is in His hands and in His time. At that moment, I went into prayer thanking our blessed Father for giving me these sweet children. I thanked Him for placing Jean in my arms two years ago, and I thanked Him for giving me little Peterson before taking sweet Jean home. I knew at that moment, He was placing these children of the Miriam Center in my arms. He was asking me to step out and take care of them. He was saying, “serve me, and I will give to you.” I know that it is likely that I will see some of these children taken away as well, but my heart will still say YES! I will not be afraid of death and I will not be scared to hold them and love them with my whole heart. Just like the Lord holds the hearts and souls of these children, He holds me too.


You may wonder what this move means, so I will briefly share what the Lord has put in my heart…

- It means I will become a loving mother to 23 very severe and fragile special needs children on a daily basis (8 babies and some outreach children will be included as well.)

- It means that I will be working alongside of some very sweet Haitian men and women that already have a love for these children. I will be able to train them more specifically on the needs of these children. I will do this through example, much love, and gentle guidance.

- I will be serving alongside of many missionaries who are already advocating for these children. They see the need, and they are welcoming me with open arms. We will work as a team, and we will encourage and support one another through it all.

- A bridge is being built for special needs children across Haiti between Danita’s Children and Northwest Haiti Christian Mission. Danita and the missionaries at Danita’s Children are supportive and encouraging to this calling upon my heart. They are my family, and that bond will always be there. I will visit and check-in on the children and this brings peace to my heart. It is certainly not a goodbye, but a see you later!


- Peterson and Carlos will be joining me in this move! Peterson will be with me all day in the Rou’s Corner portion of the Miriam Home and Carlos will be with the higher functioning section of the Miriam Home where he will attend school five days a week with children just like him. I am excited to see Carlos transition in this new environment. It will allow the two of us to remain close as God has certainly fostered a mother/child relationship between us. I couldn’t imagine leaving him behind…it just seems right to bring him along!


Sandley (the 14 month old baby suffering greatly with spastic quadrapeligia) will also be part of Rou’s Corner. His father passed away two weeks ago, and his mother is unable to care for and meet his numerous needs.

- Christ-tcherry and his widowed father, Papito will also be moving to St. Louis du Nord. They will remain together, but Papito will be working as a taxi driver for the Miriam Center while Christ-tcherry has a safe place to be during the day. I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario for these two!


*That’s how God works…everything that anyone could have ever worried about, He already had planned out.*

Thank you for continuing to support and encourage me as I serve the special needs population of Haiti. It is truly where my heart is. I appreciate each of you, and the way you have joined the journey with me. I couldn’t do it without your love. I pray many blessings upon each of you. Please feel free to ask me more about how you can get involved in this move by emailing me at hmeyer83@yahoo.com or contacting me via message on Facebook (Heather Meyer.)