Here Is A Brief Video Of Some Of The Friends We Met While In Haiti

Here is a brief video of some of the friends we met while in Haiti while there in Feb.


H.I.S. Home For Children is always in need of help and volunteers. They have a weekly food bill of around 2,000 and a rent for their two orphanage compounds of close to 2500$ a month, as well as so many other expenses and needs. If you are looking for ways to help, please contact us!


We are so blessed that the Lord has called us to be fellow workers in helping to meet the needs of these children in Haiti by showing them His love and compassion through our love and compassion.


If I wasn’t so worried about my children here… I’d be on a plane to Haiti tomorrow…

 

If I wasn’t so worried about leaving my children without parents if something happened to me, I think I would be on the next plane to Haiti! 

Skyping with our children in Haiti is getting a little easier.  Settling back into the understanding that it is going to take time, a long time, and there is nothing we can do about it, brings almost a sense of relief in the acceptance.  Please don’t misunderstand, it saddens me beyond words that it’s going to take so long, and I’m still resolved to do anything and everything I can to speed along the process, but, there is a certain pressure and pain in worrying about something you can’t change that is relieved when you finally accept that you can’t change something.

Instead, I realized today, I need to focus on what I can do.  I can work to gain more financial independence so that I can give my five children an even better life.  I can continue to work on being a better father and provider.  I can pray without ceasing for the health and safety of my entire family (even with it being spread across the continent).

But I realized today too that I can’t be so caught up in getting my children home, that I forget to live my life with my children that are already home.

I think I really would be on a plane to Haiti tomorrow, if I didn’t have to worry about what would happen to my children if something happened to me…

Perhaps there is some blessing in how fast time flies… we are finishing up our Dossier within the next week or two – hoping that our lawyer can connect up with our Cresh, so we can get our dossier submitted – and then the long wait starts….

 

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Jedidiah and Christella; beautiful and half a world away.  I can’t wait to hold them again!

Waiting… Waiting…

Waiting to talk to Christella today was almost like waiting for Christmas morning as a little child; there was the excitement and the butterflies in the stomach, and yet it was somewhat a little different.

Looming in the air was a twinge of sadness, having reinforced that our relationship as father and daughter is confined to face to face 10 minute conversations twice a month and letters that we write to her (but won’t expect any back in return).

When we got done, I was emotionally drained. I felt like I had been crying for hours… pathetic I know – but that was the feeling. I had a headache, signs of high blood pressure, sick to my stomach and just very, very sad.

I’m so glad we get to talk to her every two weeks, but boy, oh boy, does it really hurt to see her and still know that it’s going to be a long time before she comes home.

It’s going to be a very long year…

 

There and back again…

We made it home yesterday – after waiting 5 hours in the Haiti terminal, getting three hours of sleep in a Miami hotel, and another 2 hour flight and 5 hour drive. We are exhausted, and emotionally drained. To top it off, I think we picked something up on the way home, because we’ve been quite sick since Saturday evening.

I want to talk to our girls so bad; I want them to know that we didn’t abandon them, that we are still alive, that we are coming back for them, but I can’t – yet – and even if I could – how much would they understand?

It’s like these two people stepped out of a television show (Skype), made them happy for a week, showered them with love and affection, attention, and even physical possessions, that I’m sure they’ve had very little of – and then, like a dream, they woke up again one morning, and we were gone.

Do they know we really exist, do they know we really do love them, do they know that we’re coming back for them. Do they?

I was thinking when I got home, the famous words, of my most favorite movie: “The next time I go looking for my heart’s desire, I won’t look any further than my own backyard; if it’s not there, then I never really lost it to begin with.” – but that’s not entirely true – I am SO happy to be home, and the trip to Haiti has made me appreciate so much in my life that has gone unappreciated – I am truly a new person… but… I left part of my heart back in Haiti – so I now can’t really say that my heart’s desire is all in my own backyard… how very heart breaking…

 

Lord, please tell me… when can I be whole again? L

– Christella

– Fabienne

At the Orphanage…

Wow! I’ve never been so overwhelmed so quickly. We went to the orphanage today, and went down into the toddler room – and we were swamped by 20 some odd toddlers, saying “mamma me”, “papa, papa” and covering us, and holding upraised hands with little fingers that were flashing “pick me up, pick me up”.

Every child had to have their turn, being held by “Papa” – and for each child I picked up; I got HUGE grins, and smiles, and then I put them down and moved on to the next child.

I was overwhelmed during that time, and felt almost a little dirty because of all of the runny noses and dirty hands that I had all over me (and I’m a clean freak). But later on, as I was leaving, I was also overwhelmed with sadness, as I saw these faces starting at me from around the back yard to wave goodbye.

 
 

Many of these children are being adopted, but because of the laws of Haiti, they have been waiting SO very long, and very rarely get to actually feel the touch of their parents.

HIS Home for children was amazing; the love they are given, the care they are given, but nothing, and I mean nothing can compare to the gentle brush on a cheek from mamma or papa. I was overwhelmed with sadness as we left, and waved goodbye.

A couple of the children, one especially, who had almost died when he had first come in, and had went

and had a treatment in the states and came back HIV positive from a blood transfusion, this little boy touched my heart.

He was going around to everyone and kissing everyone, and hugging everyone. He even asked me to go around and give out kisses and hugs with him. Every time he saw me he would look up at me and give me a huge grin, because I had helped him up the stairs when we first got there and he was terrified, and then gave him a couple chocolates.

I’ve been fighting back constant tears today, realizing that we are leaving our girls in two days… I hope they understand, that they can begin to understand that if it is God’s will, that we will be back for them, as soon as we can…

Getting ready… emotionally for our trip to Haiti

One week left until we hop on a plane and fly over the entire eastern coast of the United States and land inside of Haiti.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more worried and excited all at the same time!

I have three beautiful, wonderful children here at home that I’ve never been without for more than a day. Three children that I haven’t ever spent as much time as I would like with, three children that have so much potential and possibilities and capabilities if they can grow up in a loving and caring home filled with their mother and father.

If something was to happen to us, they’ll live on, I know they will, they’ll adjust, they’ll have to, and they’ll be loved and cared for, I know they will, but it just won’t be the same for them… how would they cope, would they be raised the way we long to raise them, would they have a loving relationship with God their father? Would they blame God, and if they do, who is going to help them understand and accept His will?

And then I have two beautiful, wonderful little girls that are in Haiti. I do not know them very well, except that they are fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of our Father and creator, that they have no home of their own, and no family of their own, and that I have this indescribable desire to love them, and hold them, and give them out of everything great and small that the Lord has given to me. And what if they lose yet another set of parents?

Would they all have the wisdom to say: “Blessed be the name of the Lord: Blessed be his name in a land that is plentiful, where the streams of abundance flow: Blessed be his name when the road’s filled with suffering, when there’s pain in the offering, Blessed be his name… He gives and takes away, but my heart will choose to say, Lord, Blessed be your name!”

While life is always on the edge, and at any moment something could happen to me or Amanda or both (may it never be), I weep for the possibility that my children could lose their parents, and also that our daughters from Haiti wouldn’t ever get to know the love that we have to offer them. The fear that no parent wants to face, and yet, it’s always there…

To leave my children without a father (or mother) would be something I hope they never have to face, but don’t misunderstand, I don’t fear for my own life (well – except that I hope I don’t go painfully ), because I truly believe for me “To live is Christ, but to die is gain…”

Lord protect us, and give us the strength to face anything you send our way!

It is disgusting…

 

You know, with the 10 million some odd children around the world that do not have families, it disgusts me that when you’re looking to adopt, everybody and their brother is sticking their hands in your pockets.

 

We just found out this morning that we need to have our papers signed by the state and the consulate – we knew that part – but didn’t know that it was at 10$ a piece… we have over 80 unique documents, that’s 800$ to get them signed and sealed.

AND THEN – if there are any problems with any of the documents 6 months down the road when they’re actually reviewed, we have to have them resigned and resealed.

AND we also found out that we have to be fingerprinted for each of our daughters we are adopting at 650$ for each fingerprinting… my town office finger printed me for free a few months ago – why 1300$???

 

The greed in this world disgusts me….

Homestudy…

 
 

It was a very humbling and emotional experience, and one that creates excitement for our future redemption! We felt going in like we were going to be somewhat on trial, everything we’ve ever done, how we’ve done it, and why was going to be examined, and dissected… and yet, the social worker understood that we were human, that we have frailties, but that we love our children, and we strive hard to give them the very best we can – both in love, and direction and in safety and health…

It was amazing how good it felt to have a complete stranger (even one as amazing as Grace turned out to be) feel so confident and be so complimentary on how we’re raising and taking care of our children’s physical and emotional and mental needs, how good it felt for someone that knows families and children to say “You are doing a good job”…

And I pause and think: if it feels so amazing to have someone you don’t even know say “Well done”, to have someone who we don’t know who has the ability to deny us or accept us, to have someone we don’t even know who could judge us, our motives, our intentions, our failures, instead look with an understanding eye and judge our successes and understand our weaknesses; just imagine, that day, someday in the future when the Lord and creator of all will say “well done good and faithful servant”.

Won’t that be wonderful!

 
 

  

Caricature of Mandy

Ok, so I really am, honestly, the worst artist in the world – I know that, I’ve accepted that… but tonight, while using Skype to talk to Amanda in the next room (to her annoyance) – I decided to draw a caricature of her. Now, the funny thing is, I envisioned this skinny lean face with this big round nose – because of the way she was looking into the monitor of the computer screen – her nose looked accentuated – bigger than it normally looks..

 
 

So I grab my pen, and start inking – and this is what I came up with… then I laughed for about 15 minutes – but apparently she didn’t find it as humorous as I did.

 
 

Oh well – not everyone has such a great sense of humor…