In October, I had the great privilege of meeting the girl I sponsor at Grace Emmanuel School! I have sponsored Guerline for about a year—she was a new student at the school, and my heart has been to encourage and support an older girl because girls have so few opportunities in Haiti. She has been a delight to correspond with, and it was her letter stating that she dreams of meeting me “face to face” that put me on the airplane to Haiti.
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Through absent mothers and malnutrition, God still provides
“Even if things do not go as we want, God always knows how to take care of us,” Giltane tells me as she leaves Grace Emmanuel School for the day. At 9 years old, she has already learned this truth firsthand.
Continue readingFrom orphaned to overcomer: Bony celebrates a milestone
Though we celebrate birthdays often at the Lighthouse Children’s Home, certain milestones carry more significance. One special young man at the Lighthouse just celebrated such a birthday.
Continue readingThree years back with JiHM: An update from Roger
Greetings, brothers and sisters in Christ! As of October 1, I have been the director of operations for Jesus in Haiti Ministries for three years. I give thanks to God for giving me the opportunity to serve this community for the past three years with the support of each member of the ministry. Together, we are fulfilling our calling to teach the Word of God, build relationships and share burdens, transforming lives through discipleship.
Continue readingMoving on up: New school year, new grade levels at the Lighthouse
In the middle of September, the Lighthouse kids headed back to school, with everyone advancing to the next class.
Continue readingChanging seasons, forever family
It’s no doubt this year has been marked by change—and significant change at that.
One year older, one year wiser, one year a little more tainted by the pain and suffering of this world—these “kids” can hardly be called that anymore. In fact, I almost feel awkward when I address them as timoun yo (children). I look at them and squeeze them tight, some much taller than me now. Their voices lower, their opinions a bit stronger, and their dreams louder, bolder, and bigger.
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