Today, my family and I took a truckload of church people to Makilen's funeral. Makilen is from from Las Kawobas, an area north of here. It took about 2 1/2 hours to drive their. Makilen and her 3 children have lived in Fond Parisien for a number of years. She was a widow, her husband died years ago. She was a member of our church. Makilen was a poor woman, and on numerous occasions the mission paid her rent.
A couple weeks ago, Makilen got sick. She went to her sister's house in Las Kawobas (her home area). Her 2 sisters were helping her go for doctor check-ups. Then we received news that she died.
Please pray for the 3 orphaned children, Christian, Lionette, and Christianna (all teenagers). Please pray for Prosper and others that have been helping. The children are still all in school, and none of them have any livelihood. Their mother was the one that supported them.
If any of you feel so led, you may choose to sponsor the orphans through IFM. Contact me at email@example.com or call the office at 517-287-4007 for more information. May God bless you.
Below are some scenery pictures of the beautiful countryside in Las Kawobas. It is a poor area, but they have fruit trees and gardens. The first picture is of us ready to head for home. There was 35 + people on back of the truck. Thank God for a good truck to get us over the mountain.
I was walking down the hallway in the hospital, my attention was turned to a bed with what appeared to be a lifeless body on it. As I got closer the boy reached out his hand and motioned for me to come, he never said a word, but the beckoning hand, and the look of despair on his face was all it took for me to know what he wanted. His bed was soiled and obviously very uncomfortable.
What should I do? I was busy so I asked one of the nurses to clean it up, I believe she was as busy as me.
The look on the boys face broke my heart and I thought, what would Jesus do if he was here, would he fill the water tanks and stock the shelves and hope someone else helped the needy boy?
The answer was very easy, NO, he would care for the boy, and deal with the water tank and shelves later.
With strength I did not have the minute before I cleaned things up and got the boy back in his clean bed.
What if this boy was actually an angel and I did not know it? I almost left him lay without helping him.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for some have entertained angels unawares. Romans 13:2
We have been really busy in cholera the last 3 to 4 weeks, since it has started raining again. Paho and the health department visited us, and made some recommendations. Following is a few of the changes we made.
I installed a second tank for the water supply. This way we can treat all the water with chlorine. We use from one tank while the other fills, then treat it and use from it while the first one fills again.
We designated a chlorine solution mixing area. Each of these containers hold 30 gallons of solution. Solution A is 2% chlorine for treating vomit, diarrhea, and dead bodies. Solution B is 0.02% and is used for mopping, foot baths, disinfecting beds, and spraying walls, bathrooms, floors, etc. Solution C is a 0.05% chlorine solution. This is for spraying people entering and exiting the CTC and for hand washing.
Osanie is busy mopping.
Prosper is spraying walls, floors, empty beds, etc.
Yesterday a bunch of us went to Jimani to run the normal errands, however the border crossing is getting more difficult all the time. The water from the lake is steadily rising and has now taken over most of the road.
In some places the water comes up over the front lights of the big tractor trailers. Here we are going thro the second set of gates that are nearly being swept away.
A convoy of UN vehicles navigating through the 'lake.'
Man's feeble efforts do little to reconstruct the roads and battle against the rising lake. They continuously try to rebuild this road, but to now avail - now they are raising it a few feet higher.We ladies took a little walk n picked some flowers while we waited on the guys to fill the propane tanks. After that we picked up milk and eggs and our new little puppy Scooby-Doo:)
On the way home then, it began to rain. A steady,very cold drizzle!! BRR!! Then we had to wait at the border for Matt & Alicia who came over on the bus. Traffic jams, honking horns plus the rain, then suddenly the back of our truck was filled up with desperate people, chickens and a dog, that wanted a ride....all were a part of the border crossing. We were a very cold, soppy bunch by the time we finally got home 2 hours later!
There she stood at my pharmacy window - a frail slice of humanity. Eyes wide, shaking with fear her story began to spill from her lips.
The police had brought her to the clinic because they feared for her life and the life of her unborn child of two months. Her small frame was exceptionally skinny. She was bruised, obviously beaten. Her wrists showed nasty red marks where she had been tied with electrical wire. Her body had big ugly welts - down her legs, her cheeks, her shoulders.
She has a small house and a little business to support herself. The man who claims to be her boyfriend comes to her house regularly and beats her mercilessly. This time he came and left her aching with the results. He took her passport, her money plus her bank card. The police chased after him but they couldn't find him, so like most cases in Haiti they will probably not pursue it farther.
I sat and talked to her awhile . She didn't seem to be willing to call upon family or want to bother anyone to come to her house for the night. This would most likely stoke her boyfriend's anger much worse. She said she will just return to her house and if she dies tonight she will just die. I tried to reassure her that if she seeks God with all her heart he will listen to her cry. Even if no one else sees or cares surely our Heavenly Father does. We prayed and then I gave her medicine and some herbalife shakes. After a little rest on the hospital bed she was gone.
Yes, she is gone -this fragile but oh, so special slip of a lady. I do not even know her name. Most likely I shall never see her again, and yet she has impacted my life more then some of my friends have in all my life. Did she choose her circumstance? Is she not of just as much value as I ? Did she never have a chance in life? Does she really know Jesus? All these questons and more - I may have no answers but I am so thankful I trust in an all-knowing God.
I have been born to privilege- Do I live my life like every moment counts? Surely I can show my light for Jesus - it may be in small ways, it may be only once in a persons life, it may be but a prayer, but all the same I must! How can I not, after all Jesus has done for me??