Zero to 4

I'm so happy to shout a big congrats to my dear friends, Ryan and Jessica.  They signed papers last week to adopt a waiting sibling group of FOUR gorgeous African children ages 4 to 12.  They are currently childless---zero to 4 instantly(well, not instantly, their journey to parenthood has beeen loooong and painful!)
YIPPPEEEE!  Talk about fun times ahead.  Imagine next Christmas, can't you see the hilarious excitement for 4 former orphans and 2 former parentless adults?  A match made in heaven.  I'm so proud of them.  And let me explain this...I'm so proud of them for obeying God's call on their lives!  I'm not so proud of them for "being crazy enough to adopt 4 older children of another race", as some say.  For that implies that these kids aren't worthy of a home, that a family would be crazy to want to bring these kids into their lives.  No way.  These kids are going to be a wonderful blessing for Jessica and Ryan, just as Jessica and Ryan will be a wonderful blessing for these kids.  If you'd like a sneak peek at them, clickHere  

To celebrate the great news I took our 4 awesome kids to get ice cream(okay, it really had nothing to do with that--I just wanted ice cream--what New Year's resolutions?!).   The catch was that we all wore our pjs!  Carter was aghast and said "but I'm in highschool and have a social life."  He wore sweats.  Bummer, cause when we got to McDonalds, only a lone old man was there to see  us :(

One year ago today...Haiti changes everything

It seems like forever ago.  Really, almost like it never happened.  One year ago, on New Years Day, I left my family at the airport(I was sobbing I might add) and hopped a plane for Haiti.  It was the most ridiculous of circumstances, the kind you don't ever plan for--which can end up the best kind!  I copied and a pasted a paragraph from the post on 12/29 when I found out for sure I'd be going.

You guys will NOT believe this. Literally, God dropped a 1/3 priced short term mission trip in my lap. Basically, we've been praying and starting a little savings for a mission trip. We just figured I'd be going back to Nicarauga since I loved it there. But, some friends of ours lead teams to Haiti several times a year. This morning I found out that someone on their team backed out and I got a spot with a free flight!!!!!!! So, in about 3 hours, we made the decision to jump in. I fly out this Friday night. CRAZY I know, but you all know I'm a bit wild anyway.

You know, I'd seen poverty before.  I'd been on mission trips to Mexico and Nicarauga(nicarauga is the second poorest country in the western hemisphere).  I'd been to Seoul and Jamaica(got offered drugs there too!).  Poverty, orphans, missions and such--my kind of deal.  BUT, Haiti changes everything. 

 I'm not sure how to describe it.  Haiti is a caucophony of experiences:  beautiful land, stripped bare land, beautiful colors, demolished concrete and rebar, the awful congestion in PortauPrince and total chaos, people who are boisterous and loud and dramatic with enormous smiles and laughter, people who love Jesus and know how to live for Him sooooooo much better than most people here in the States, poverty like none I'd seen, orphans everywhere(we were at an orphanage supported by Americans and certainly one of the nicest and it was bare concrete with 62 children overseen by 2 nannies), horrible lack of medical care, no infrastructure, hardly any access to clean water.   Half of the people are literate, 86 children out of 1000 die before reaching age 5(sorry, I'd messed that statistic up earlier), almost half of ALL people drink contaminated water.

I loved the trip.  I was terrified, thrilled, exhausted, pumped up, encouraged, devastated and heartbroken all at the same time. 

It isn't FAIR!

3 days after I landed, the earthquake hit.  I stood dumbfounded in front of the TV and cried a flood of tears.  My new friends, who risked their lives for our safety in an out of control mob, the very kind and smart friends who have NOTHING and NO WAY of helping themselves, were suffering terribly.  While I sat in my spacious and warm house with a plethera of food and clean water--they suffered.  A country only a few hours from Miami in this shape.  It shouldn't be.  I'm much more bold now and I'll tell you why I think so many Americans don't want to be confronted with the suffering and don't want to get involved:   because they are black and their culture is very different from us.  There, I said it, I think most of us are racist!!!!

If it were a neat and orderely country full of white people, I bet your bottom dollar that people would flood to help Haiti all the time.

Honestly, I didn't do anything at all for the people I touched while there.  O sure, we played and loved on orphans, we distributed little shoeboxes full of trinkets, we passed out medicines and rice, we cleaned and bandaged wounds, we read the story of Jesus and told the children Jesus had a plan for their lives.  But, really, did it make a lasting difference?  I am not arrogant enough to think it did.  The orphans have American groups coming and going.  They have learned how to act adorable and beg for candy--and see the women fall in love with that one special child who makes a connection--for 5 days and then is gone.  The medical needs were FAR more complex than the penicillin and de-worm meds I had to to give. 

What it did for me? 

Changed

Eyes opened

Heart broken

Bold

Angry at injustice

Determined

Grateful

Just a few words to describe me now.  A fantastic sermon by Andy Stanley when he was a guest speaker at Passion City Church a few months ago(please go get it on iTunes--it was incredible) had one of the best lines to sum it up.  He said "awareness brings about discontentment."  This works both ways.  You can be shopping in the mall and become aware of all the new styles and then become discontent.  Or, you can be in a 3rd world country and see a little boy with Down Syndrome who has zero access to medical care or education and will likely die early or end up institutionalized and  you become discontent to go about your life like you've never seen those sufferings.

That's what has happened to us.

I'm starting school Feb 28th because of Haiti.  I felt so ill-equipped as a nurse in the clinics and wanted to be able to do more.  I have to finish my BSN, which will take 13 months.  Then I'll start the masters program to become a Family Nurse Practitioner.  I have no excuses not to do this and it would be a huge shame if I turned it down.  My hospital pays for our advanced education.  I'm reading a book right now, "Half The Sky" and it documents the horrible crimes committed against women.  The biggest way to help these women is give them an education so they don't get victimized(honor killings, genital cuttings, sex slavery, child marriages).  Here I am, offered a free one, and I don't want to do it because it will be a lot of work! 

If you have time, please go to the Labels tab on the uppper right of the blog and read about the Haiti trip.

Pray--A miracle in the works!!!!!!!!!!

My Haiti team leader got an astonishing phone call today.  The doll baby above is the little girl they've been trying to adopt.  WELL, the orphanage she is at was awarded some emergency visas and we believe she is on her way to the US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I just cannot believe this is happening.  What a precious precious miracle to come from such devastation.  Please pray all goes smoothly!

On a thankful note, I'm thankful for medical care.  Our entire family has had the stomach virus the past few days.  Dillon was over it Saturday.  Starting yesterday, he'd wail in pain and hold his lower right side.  During the night, he'd be fast asleep and begin wailing.  He'd walk hunched over, guarding his right side.  Our pediatrician sent him to the children's hospital er thinking appendicitis.  After 7.5 hours(it was packed there!!!!!!!), we are home.  Dillon does not have appendicitis.  He has an inflamed omentum, whatever that means(apparently they saw it on sonogram and it is off the liver).  With fluids and rest, he should be good as new in a day or two.  While sitting in the er, with his iv fluids going and tests running, I was reminded how amazingly blessed we are to have access to specialized children's medical care.  I sure saw first hand how the children of Haiti have none! 

More Good News!

Just heard that Markes is safe!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Keep hoping and praying and updates on us

This is Markes.  His family in Florida still hasn't heard anything about his whereabouts.  I HAVE to believe that sweet, bright(and very good looking) Markes is in Port au Prince helping pull people from the rubble and is okay.  Please keep praying for him and his family.

This is Hudson with 4 new teeth up top.  He looks so cute!   They have  been really sore.  So sore that he can't suck on his night-time bottle.  He sticks the nipple in the side of his mouth like a pipe.  I think the bottle is about to go bye bye anyway :(    Hudson is so funny and cute.  His is extremely bright.  He sure punished me for a few days when I got back from Haiti.  He would only let MIke hold him and he closed his eyes at me.  Now, he is velcro baby again!  If I didn't think it would really really hurt his attachment process, I'd leave for Haiti in a second to go help. 

Sister and brother--sweet sweet family time

Dillon wants to play guitar like big bro.  Carter is learning quickly and has a knack for music.  Dillon just loves music.  Dillon is doing well.  He had a stomach bug Thursday night and a bit yesterday.  We are soooo blessed to have grandparents fairly close.  Mike's mom came to our home to keep the little boys while we worked.  Thanks Nana!

Celebration!!!!!!!

I heard from Christi that Wilfred, Immanuel, and Nicholson are safe at the GVCM orphanage.  Praise you Jesus!!  But, no word from Markes.  Please keep praying for him.  Christi and John leave Feb. 11 to help in Port au Prince.  Tickets are half what they cost when I went last week.
Carter was awarded the part of Lumiere for the musical Beauty and the Beast.  The play isn't til May but he is already singing and speaking with a French accent ;)
I got a surprise blessing today.  I don't feel the need to share all the details, but I was awarded a special honor and bonus at work(I had no clue I was in the running for this).  When my boss called today to inform me of the honor and bonus, I couldn't help crying like a baby.  Many things have been going on the last 3 weeks that made this come at the most amazing time.  Like I keep saying you just can't make this stuff up!!!  We can never outgive God.

So, to celebrate, we took the fam to Olive Garden.  MIke's aunt had given us a generous gift card at Christmas with instructions to splurge on appetizers, desert and things we never order.  We had a grand meal.  Dillon, however, was getting sick.  Just as we were enjoying desert, he threw up at the table!!  Never a dull moment around here.  That is the 2nd time we've gotten a gift card to a nice restaurant, splurged with the kids, and Dillon has thrown up right as the meal was ending.  I made a hasty get-a-way while Mike took care of the tab.

Sweet memories of Haiti

Hello all.  I know you are thinking I'm a blog obsessed person.  Really, I'm not sleeping well and so early in the morning or during nap times, I blog.  I haven't slept well since I landed Saturday night.  First, it was just travel catching up to me.  Since Tuesday, it is saddness and worry.  Last night Carter dreamt he was trapped in rubble. I've never been a light-hearted, easy-going person.  I've always been rather serious and passionate.  So, to let this all go and not worry, is impossible for me.  I'm currently watching CNN and Ivan Watson is live with men trying to free an 11yr old who is screaming from under the rubble.  They may have to cut her leg off. We still haven't heard a word about Immanuel, Nicholson, Markes, and Wilfred.  Last night, I was unpacking my Haiti backpack and saw the bracelet Immanuel bought me last Friday.   A precious gift and reminder.  He has such promise, he has to be alive. 

I want to tell you about last Thursday.  We began our trek along a dirt road full of huge potholes, way up into the mountains, near Dominican Republic.  The village has a new church and school that gvcm.org helped start.  We brought our 250 shoeboxes and makeshift medical clinic.  The kids streamed in and began singing in Creole.  While half the team began distributing the boxes, the medical team set up clinic.  We were in a very cute and tiny bamboo hut next to the church.  After working about 2 hours, it got noisy outside.  I couldn't see what was going on, but Wilfred told us to pack up and leave.  We heard drums beating and then firecrackers.  It seems our presence had greatly angered the voodoo priest who was standing on the other side of the dirt path, about 100 feet from us.  As we began our trek back to the bus, he was standing there yelling and had placed a voodoo doll on the path, hoping to vex us I guess.  Thr priest told our interpreter we had to leave because he "felt his power leaving".  To this statement, the pastor of the little church shouted "Victory!"

(voodoo priest)

We smiled sweetly and prayed.  Once loaded on the bus, we began the drive back.  About 30minutes down the road, we got stuck in a deep dip.  The back tires weren't touching any road.  We all piled out and stood on the side fo the road watching the Haitian young men try various tricks to free the bus.  After an hour and a half  we were back on our way. 

Not 20minutes down the road, we had 2 tires blowout!!!  No lie!  By this time it was dusk.  A very big rule for visitors to Haiti is to be inside by dusk.  Well, not gonna happen.  We immediately were surrounded by  curious village children. 

We played little hand clapping games with them, told the story of Peter walking on water, the children sang some hymns for us in Creol.  I'm tearing up remembering them singing the praise song "You are my strength when I am weak, You are the treasure that I seek, You are my all in all."  Long story short, after 3.5 hours, standing on the side of the road in the dark, we got back to gvcm safe and sound thanks to our tireless knights in shining armour(or trucks!).   These men who helped us all week never ate their meals until our team was fed.  They carried the heavy supplies up the hills for us.  They translated all day.  They served and served the Americans.  I hated it because it made me feel like a rich white plantation owner with my servants.  So, on Friday night, our team leader Christi asked us if we wanted to do a feet washing ceremony to honor the Haitians who had served us all week.  We were so happy to do this.  Read how Jesus washed his disciples' feet if you don't know what I'm talking about.  It was so powerful.  Not a dry eye in the place.  While some of us knelt and washed feet, the rest of us prayed blessings over the Haitians.  I remember specifically asking God to use the bright young men to raise up a generation of mighty men of valor who would lead the people of Haiti.  The guys told us that  no mission team from the US has ever done that before.  I'd say we all bonded in that one week.

The trip all seems a bit silly now.  I'm not trying to be melodramatic or discount what we did.  But, last week we passed out shoebox gifts to kids and treated minor medical problems in clinics.  Today, thousands are dead or buried alive in rubble.  My team leader and her husband are flying out in 3 weeks.  It was a prescheduled youth camp that has now turned into a relief mission.  If money were no object, if I didn't have to work a set number of hours a check to pay for health insurance for me and the kids, if I didn't think my family would have a heart attack at me returning, I'd sign up right now to go help.
How do I put all that aside and go on with the piddly things of life like errands, laundry, watching stupid things like "American Idol"? 

what now?

First of all, thanks to my friends and family who have called, emailed, or sent messages on Facebook.  I'm safe and that is the great irony.  I should feel so happy to be home and safe.  Yet, I'm heavy hearted.  I only was there a week and yet made sweet friendships.  Knowing that some of the people I met and touched may likely be trapped in rubble sickens me.  I was planning on posting a pic of Hudson's 4 new teeth(he got white caps on his rotted top teeth Friday) and congratulating Carter on getting a lead role in the middle school spring musical.  It all seems insignificant now.  The team leader with me in Haiti is in the adoption process of a 2.5 year old girl at th orphanage we were working at.  She is so sad and my heart hurts for her. 

Last week I drove by the President's palace, today it is collapsed

The slums in Port au Prince

The people at our first stop, a church in a part of Port au Prince called Delmas, an area hit really hard

This was the church in Delmas, last week anyway

Our sweet servant and friend Markes(the young man in blue).  He is so bright and humble.  Markes translated, carried our supplies, used his body to shield our team from the desparate crowd that got out of hand, this young man who wants to come to the US and be a doctor.  He was in Port au Prince.  Please God, spare his life!

So, what now?  I guess the only things to do is pray and donate.  There are many good places to donate.  Dillon International(our adoption agency) has an orphanage and hospital in Port au Prince, you can donate here https://secure.groundspring.org/dn/index.php?aid=22119 

We support an organizaation in Haiti called Food For the Poor  http://www.foodforthepoor.org/ and they would be a great place to donate

the place I stayed at last week in Haiti would be awesome too  http://www.gvcm.org/

and Samaratin's Purse, Franklin Graham's ministry is great too!

Thank you all for caring for the least of these.  May we see God's work and may He bring beauty from ashes.  May the American church pour into Haiti with love and resources.  If I could get on a plane and go work in medical tents I would.

PLEASE PRAY HARD

Actual picture in earthquake, copied and pasted from Pastor John's blog.

This was the house(totally collapsed now) next to the little boys home that houses children waiting to be adopted in Port au Prince.  Praise the Lord all the children at Heartline Ministries are okay.  I was there, took pics, bought some purses the single mothers sewed and loved on the sweet children.

I just saw that a huge earthquake hit Port au Prince a minute ago.  I'm absolutely SICK!!!  Not only was I so close to being there---Thank you Jesus that I'm home, but my heart is totally broken for those people.  The one nice hospital, that we drove by last week, has collapsed.  This is devastating. You don't understand how desparate the situation is unless you've been there.  Please please please pray hard.  The slums made of sheet metal are likely flattened and many many people will die.  If we were sad about the state of orphans before, imagine what it will be like.  My precious brothers and sisters there, Immanual, Pastor Ricardo, Markes, Milka, Nicholson, the children, Pastor Charles, OH my, please Jesus, protect them.  I only hope the surrounding countries with resources will rush in to aid the people of Haiti who have nothing!!!!  Gonna go cry and pray now.

More pics and thoughts

Streets of Port au Prince

One of the precious 61 parentless children in the orphanage

Children lined up in a tiny dirt floored church waiting to get their Christmas Shoeboxes

Looking through the goodies

Me in the carved out tree crossing the river--the woman version of Man Versus Wild :)

Another clinic out in the jungle

Stories from Haiti.  It was hilarious.  No, really, I don't think I've ever seen a team of people mesh so easily and have so much fun together.  We laughted our booties off.  Believe me, there was plenty to laugh at!

Here I am using my skirt to cover for my friend while she uses the outhouse

And here are the village people watching the strange "blanc"(whites) laugh hysterically while trying to use the bathroom and not touch anything!!

You have not truly lived until you've peed in the jungle with a pig, a goat, and a group of curious people watching you!

Haiti was great!  I don't want people to get the wrong impression.  It isn't all bad or sad.  One of the guys on the trip offered a great comparison.  He reminded us of skiing.  There are bunny slopes that are tiny hills to get used to.  Some people want a bunny slope mission experience:  stay in a hotel, go out during the day and pass a little food out, maybe paint a church or something, but not get uncomfortable, dirty, or touch the people.  Then there are triple black diamond slopes that are at the summit of the mountain, have  lots of moguls and are for daredevil experts.  Our trip in Haiti was a double black diamond.  We didn't want to play it safe(I'm glad I only had 4 days notice or I would have chickened out for sure!).  We knew the Lord had gone before us and could use us mightily, if we'd let Him.  This team was flexible, cheerful, and appreciated adventure with eternal Kingdom purposes.  We wanted to see the people on the outskirts, where help rarely comes.  Our medical clinics were very interesting.  I'd say 80% of the adults(the children had lots of problems) had nothing wrong with them.  But, they'd never been to a doctor and loved having me listen to their heart and lungs.  They'd giggle while I did, like it was a fun treat.  I did see a few sick people.  One young woman had a heart rate of 140 and complained of weakness and no appetite.  Well, I had zero equipment.  At my cardiac unit at the hospital, the docs would have done several tests and tried several treatments.  I had a thermometer, an otoscope, a stethoscope and that was it!  I told her to go to a hospital if she could and gave her some baby aspirin.  One little boy came with a 105 degree fever, stiff neck and could barely stand up.  We were really afraid of meningitis and pleaded with the parents to take him to a hospital.  They had no money and couldn't.  We gave him tylenol and motrin and prayed like crazy for John(his name).  I saw at least 5 young women with loud heart murmurs.  I'd bet $100 that they each had heart valve problems from untreated rheumatic fever as children.  We are SO SO fortunate here in the states!  Be grateful.  Don't complain.  Lord, help me not to grumble when things look a little tough!  May the lessons of Haiti increase my faith!

Oh, another funny story.  There were voodoo drums beating late at night, probably a 1/2mile or so from our compound.  We could hear them.  One of the guys, Bill, was so dry and funny.  Thursday morning he came out of the bathroom and serious as a heart attacked announced, "You know guys,  I don't think that was voodoo drums we heard, I think it was the toilet gurgling."!

I'll share the crazy last 2 days later and how my dear husband stood in the gap and prayed for my safety.

Home and boy am I happy!

I landed last night at 9:30 pm!  Now, it is 4am and I have travelers tummy :((  So, here are some pics and thoughts:

View from the orphanage's new guests' quarters.  The cement blocks you see are the old toilets(thank you God they have newer indoor bathroom).  The land is gorgeous.

The brand new orphanage/church/school building.  Until very recently, 61 parentless children were living in a 2 room building.

When you hear the word "orphan", do you see his beautiful face??  Oh what an angel!

Preparing our medical bins.  Thank you FBC DeLeon for your donations.

Little Charlito sat in my lap during church and fell asleep.  A mommy's arms feel good huh?

This is a 10 month old severely malnourished baby who was at our clinic.  Pray for Haiti!!!!!

We are about to load up in hollowed out trees that serve as wonderful canoes, call me Indiana Jones!

Do you have clean water in your home?  If yes, be GRATEFUL!  And, please donate to things like water for life and water missions.  More children die every year, worldwide, from drinking contaminated water than any other illness.  Here the village children carry buckets to get water for the day.  There is no infrastructure in Haiti to bring clean water to the homes.

Here I am with a shoebox that was sent from FBC Stephenville--thanks girls!

This is my little lovebug, Ovenslay.  I adore him.  He has gorgeous eyes and dimples.  He is hearing impaired and I fear for his future.  The hardest children to place with families are boys over the age of 4--especially with a special need.  What kind of future does he have? 

My sweet Immanuel, who interpreted for me everyday in clinic.  What a precious and bright young man. 

And this is what happens when you have no access to medical care.  A simple shunt procedure at birth would have most likely prevented this horrendous case of hydrocephaly!  As you can imagine, I was sick to my stomach with heartbreak after seeing this.  I'm a mom of a special needs child and I realize how many times, without medical care, my Dillon would be in really bad shape--if even with us still.  The sweet parents were so proud when we asked if we could take pictures of her baby.

So, the question is "How was your trip?"  Honestly, I don't know yet.  I need several days to process it.  It was amazing, funny, adventurous, hilarious, ridiculous, scary, exhausting, wonderful all at the same time.  If I had never been to a poor country before, I'm quite sure I'd never go anywhere again.  Thankfully, God had prepared me first by going to Mexico on missions twice and Nicaragua once.  Haiti is beautiful and horrible together!  God worked mightily for sure.  The people at Global Vision Citadelle Ministries(http://www.gvcm.org/) were so giving, so humble, hardworking, and just flat wonderful.  I love them dearly.  I've never ever seen poverty and desparation like in Haiti.  Port au Prince, the capitol is in shambles.  No pavement, just dirt roads filled with huge rocks and holes.  People milling about with nothing to do.  Unemployment rates must be through the roof.  Only half of all adults are literate.  The good news is that there is progress!  I saw markets with fresh fruits and veges, livestock, electricity at most houses.  We were never threatened, well, a voodoo priest in a village did throw a tempertantrum when we were distrubuting Christmas shoeboxes in a little church and singing hymns.  How amazing is it to hear Haitian children singing How Great Thou Art in Creole??  Awesome!  Uh oh, my tummy is doing summer saults--pause!

Okay, I'm back.  I'm totally cracking up at 4:30 am because I just took Pepto Bismal.  Pepto was the magic potion of our medical clinic ;)  I'll explain later!  Must......get.....sleep..................

Haiti update #7 (Final one from Mike)

Libby and the team spent their final full day (Friday) debriefing and relaxing a bit (a little beach time maybe?). She was able to use a computer in a restaurant to send a one liner that they’re doing well, the trip has been amazing/crazy, and she’s so ready to be home and see everyone. Team leader Christi said in a final email to families that it had “been a truly tremendous mission. God has answered EVERY prayer; lives have been saved and changed.”


The team is now at Miami airport and will arrive at DFW this evening; the kids and I can’t wait! I’m sure Libby will have LOTS to post, including pictures, as soon as she’s able to settle in over the next couple of days.

Thanks for your prayers!


Mike

Haiti update #6

The message below is from an email sent out today by Christi Barnes, the leader of the Haiti team.

Today was quite a day in beautiful Haiti. I will start with the end of the day, which was evangelizing through the countryside and getting to see three people give their heart and life to Jesus Christ! It was awesome...the girl who got saved last year is still battling parents consumed in voodoo; there was quite the voodoo temple areas set up at their house this time. We also got to see the twins that were newborn last year whom we had the honor of dedicating to the Lord. They are in church, big and healthy and we prayed over their home and family for continued blessings.


Now, the other part of the day was definitely the witness of Jesus who came for the sick. We went to a six month old church plant in a community across the river called Bellmead. They had hundreds of people crammed into a small church hut and things went from nuts to mob FAST! We did get to worship, pray and share the story of Christ's birth before we had to leave.  It was sad and intense, but we were all safe. They are just desperate and need Jesus as well as to be discipled. It will be a different experience after the church and area has been established more. I am sure of it. So, we left there and then got blessed in other ways. We continue to do morning and evening devotions with the orphans and that is always fun! Today we gave them all toy party horns and read out of Joshua on Jericho . We all marched around and blew our horns in victory! Tonight we did glow sticks and talked about the light that Jesus brings to our hearts. They all love it.

Tomorrow we go to a place called Passparam. PLEASE pray...we trust God will move mightily but this is a remote area where there are a lot of people and limited amount of shoeboxes that we can transport there. Prayerfully, the clinic there will be a huge blessing of God's love to the people.

This is truly an amazing team!

Love and miss you all!

Haiti update #5

The message below is from an email Libby sent us today...

Hi guys! The pastor's internet is working, but I must hurry, nothing works more than a few minutes. Today was nuts. We went across the beautiful river taking with us shoeboxes and the MASH clinic to a new church plant. The people were mob-like from the moment we got there. They were so unruly and crushing in that for safety sake, we had to close up quickly and make a hurried exit. After a lunch and rest, we hiked into the beautiful hills and witnessed. 3 young woman said they accepted Christ. Cool huh? I'm soooooo exhausted and miss you all so badly. I love being here but it is getting old. I've taken ice cold showers in the orphanage. I hate seeing the children just shuffle about, big ones praying on the small and weak ones. The deaf children have such limited language and no real skills--what kind of life do they have here? No future at all!!!!! It is heart breaking. My patients today had never been to a doctor. This only a 2 hour flight from Miami. How does this happen in 2010???? Americans with 3 cars, fat from too much food, kids wearing 100.00 jeans while I'm seeing 10 month old babies who weigh 7 pounds, have no hair and scabs covering their bodies while starving to death slowly. AHHHH, too much to look at. On a positive note, there is progress. The people who have been here before are very encouraged by the bits of progress. The land is stunningly beautiful(except they have no public trash system and there is trash lying around everywhere!).


I'll be home soon. :) You and Carter must come here with me, maybe next year.
I love you sooooooo much!!!!!!

Libby and Momma ;)

It is Me, from Haiti!!

Amazingly enough, the internet is working at the director of the orphanage's office.  This doesn't happen often.  Today was AWESOME!  We traveled through the most beautiful countryside with scenic mountains, palm trees, tiny shacks, pretty rivers and it was spectacular.  We took 300 Christmas shoeboxes to the sweet church in Cholera.  I missed the shoebox presentation due to medical clinic needs were overwhelming.  My first patient was a very lethargic, dehydrated old lady who I'm sure had pnuemonia too.  We saw about 50 patients in 3 hours(3 RNs and and audiologist).  We saw a young woman who I'm pretty darn sure had mono(classic symptoms just like Carter had last year).  The most heartbreaking was a 10month old twin baby who was a skeleton with a bloated belly. 

Haiti update #4

Libby was able to call again today and it was so good to hear her voice. The team had a break and she was able to borrow a friend’s international cell phone to touch base with us.


The trip so far sounds like one eye-opening experience after another. Yesterday (Monday), the team loaded medical supplies and shoeboxes onto small boats and went down the river where they unloaded and carried these items about a mile cross-country to another village. There they conducted a medical clinic and distributed the shoeboxes. The medical team was able to serve over fifty patients in the three hours.

Libby said that she is growing close with the other members of the team. They sleep on air mattresses in the orphanage and the food has been good. She said that the running water and electricity come and go, and that they’re happy/lucky to get a cold shower now and then.

All in all, it sounds like things are going well. Thanks for keeping the Haiti team in your prayers!



Mike

Haiti update #3

We were shocked last night when the phone rang and Libby’s voice was on the other end of the line! It was crackly and her voice came and went, but it was so good to hear from her. She said that the team is doing well and that she misses home, but she is still glad she’s there. The team is staying at an orphanage and she’s already connected with a special little friend—a six-year-old boy who is deaf. Libby knows a bit of sign language, and she said this made his day! He looks for her whenever she’s around.


Yesterday the team worshipped at the orphanage church plant, played with the children there, sorted through shoeboxes, organized medical supplies and bagged vitamins/medicines for distribution.

Today they cross the river to a remote village, Bellvue, to do a medical clinic and distribute shoeboxes. The team leader, Christi, asks for prayer for revival through the worship and sharing of the word. As you may know, Haiti is a dark place spiritually, and many Haitians practice the voodoo religion. Spiritual warfare is real, so thanks for your prayers.

This morning I was reading in Matthew 4:12-25 how people dropped what they had to follow Jesus and how large crowds flocked to experience the hope and healing he brought to their world. Join with me in praying that the Haiti team will also bring hope and healing to a dark land, and that these men and women who “left their nets and boats” to follow and serve will not only experience God’s great protection and provision, but will experience the joy of being used by God in very special ways.

The kids and I are doing great.  My mom is keeping the little boys (Dillon and Hudson) for a day, which is a fun break for them.  Abby and Carter start back to school today.  All's good on the homefront!

Thanks,
 
Mike

Haiti update #2

[Email home from Libby]

Hey,


We are at a pastor's office and I can say a quick Hi. We are doing great. It is just sooo much like Nicaragua except they speak Creole instead of Spanish. No probs at all through customs and airport. I haven't slept one bit since 10pm. The airport was seriuosly 50 degrees and I shivered all night! We are at a babies home and temporary place for kids waiting to be adopted, and a mother's care area where they teach them crafts. Heartbreaking for sure. I miss you guys so badly already!!

Love to all of you,

libby and momma

Haiti update #1

This is Mike everyone, posting on Libby's behalf.  The families of members of the Haiti team get occasional email updates, so I'll do my best to keep you all updated as well.  Sometimes I may copy and paste directly from the updates I get, and other times, I'll just summarize the basics for you all.

We took Libby to the airport yesterday and all went well.  As would be expected, the goodbyes were fairly emotional, but everyone did well.  The kids miss her as do I, but we're so excited about what God will do through her and in her during her week of service.

We got an email this morning indicating that the team arrived in Miami without incident and according the American Airlines website, their flight to Port au Prince arrived this morning around 7:30 our time.  As you may know, they spent the night in the Miami airport, so I'm sure they're bushed.  Pray that they'll not have any adverse effects from not getting enough rest last night.  Those of you who know Libby know that she needs her sleep!

Once again, thanks for your prayers.  I'll keep you updated as much as I can.

Ready to go!

At least I think I am.  I'm not really sure how prepared a person can be to spend a week in a third world country with 3.5 days notice!!  HA!  Still reeling at this crazy turn of events.  Honestly, I'm feeling like I'm sinking in the "ready" department.  In case you thought otherwise, I'm not a super woman with no fear.  Fear isn't the right word, more like reservations.  I'm not afraid at all.  I am, however, very very sad about leaving my family.  My heart is ripping right now.  Dillon keeps asking me why I'm going on a trip and telling me he doesn't want me to go.  OUCH.  The momma guilt is setting in severely.  Iif something happened today and the trip was called off, I'd be really disappointed but also relieved ;)


 I know there are many people who would like to tell me that I have no business leaving my family for a week to go to Haiti.  That my poor husband shouldn't be left with 4 kids, one who is still new to us, while I go off chasing dreams of ministering to starving people and orphaned children.  Thankfully, those people are keeping it to themselves.  Mike, actually, was and is very supportive.  He told me to go and is in awe of how God orchestrated this trip.  What a man.  I'm telling you, I have the most amazing husband in the world.  I take him for granted often, but today, I really really am blown away by his selfless love and sacrifice.   Thank you Mike!  We both want our kids to grow up loving people of other colors, races, and nationalities.  We want them to desire to serve others, not themselves and to value people and experiences, not money and security.  Maybe they will learn that from watching us?  I must go and I want to go.
 
I also feel woefully unequipped for this.  The person I'm replacing was a doctor.  Man, the team got a bum deal on that one.  I have no MD training and can't diagnosis illness. It has made me really start thinking that I'd be so much more useful if I went back to school and became a Nurse Practioner.  Hmmm, maybe someday?? Not to mention that I know zero Creole or French.  Now if we were heading to a Spanish speaking country, I'd be in good order.

So, am I ready?  Well, I am packed.  I've got some new songs and several Robert Morris sermons loaded on my ipod. I'm praying for favor with the airlines to let the team check all 20 bins of supplies, for grace, peace, patience, and wisdom for me and the team, for my kids to be peaceful and well behaved at home, for Mike to have extra patience and endurance, for Hudson to feel loved and not upset that I'm gone, for the Holy Spirit to infuse me with wisdom when I'm treating people with unknown ailments and there is no doctor around, for the children in the orphanage to feel that somebody does indeed love them and care!  I'm also praying that seeds from this trip will be planted in other people's hearts, even some of you reading, to be willing to go and spend themselves with the poor, the sick, the orphaned.  I'm praying that the Holy Spirit will plant a love for the orphan in people's hearts and many more Christians will start adopting.  Uh oh, watch out :))

There ya have it.  Straight from my heart.  Mike might be able to post some of the updates the team leader will send back home.  I don't think I'll have any access to a computer.  See ya later and thank you in advance for your prayers!!!!