La Limyè Ministries

I am flying back to Haiti today from a visit to the States. This trip back will consist of moving into the orphanage from my rented house. For the first time in two years I will have a fridge and a stove! We are beyond thankful for everyone who has made this ministry blossom. Please be praying for this transition and for the girls who will be arriving sooner than later! God is so good and may His will be done!

And there’s no holding this tattered roar back. I’m angry at sin that smothers children and selfishness that steals human dignity and apathy that infects the hearts of the comfortable.   And I pound my own chest. I’m angry at me. Angry at how much I want comfortable more than I want Christ. Angry at how much I want to forget that grimy boy leaned over a garbage heap, wiping his fingers along the inside of food tray, looking for anything left.  I’m wildly angry that I want to forget the struggle of the poor so I can pin the next pretty idea on Pinterest. I’m angry that I’ve seen and  I’m ashamed that I am angry  and I’m angry that  I’ve seen and now I am responsible . More than respons-able –  we’re response-bound.  Once we have seen the poor, we are responsible — we  will  make a response. As long as your heart is beating, there’s no such thing as unresponsive. We all look into the face of the poor and it’s either Yes, I will help. O...

Many people have asked since I haven't taken in orphans yet, what does a normal day look like for me. "Normal days" occur in my dreams quite often. I dream of shopping with my sisters. Going to work and making enough to always pay the bills. I dream of wearing jeans and my hair down. I dream of Target and sweet tea and the radio. I dream, and then I wake up. You see, where I live, there is none of that fancy, dancy. It is dark. It is hard. It is a third world, and the word "normal" is no where to be found. I wake up from sweating to the sweet sound of roosters (who havent quite gotten the correct schedule down pat)and where the sun never blinks. Throw my hair in a bun, put on a skirt, grab a granola bar, and head to the village. Easy I know. So I walk outside to get 100 eyes staring at me because my skin is just so ghostly. I walk pass the ladies washing clothes in the filthy ditch water while their small babies play in the dirt near by. I arrive at Noldi...

                                           This is Valerie. My neighbor and best friend!              I walked outside to where the kids were playing and found a plastic bag with a dead baby bird in it, no taller than 6 inches. They killed it with a rock and will share it for dinner. I know we eat chicken and turkey but this just turns my stomach. I gave them my left over rice to share. A day doesn't go by where I don't hear "Ellie, I'm hungry" "Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread" Proverbs 30:8 Building a brand new house for Doune, who will be one of La Limye's employees in the near future.   Cooking 17 bags of spaghetti for the village. We top it off ...

2 Corinthians 4:8-9 "We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." I wake up and go to wash my face and not a drop of water will come out. My water tank was empty. I receive a call from a friend saying he had found a great van in St. Marc, one hour North of me. We arrive and find out that there is no bus to be found, but we are told there are several in Port au Prince. So we take the hour trip back towards home and another hour trip towards the city. Yes, indeed we did find two beautiful vans that could be used for mission teams and the children . The van would probably seat around 15 people. Only problem was there was only one seat in the van. The rest were missing. (For you all that know this culture, asking questions and calling ahead would of done no good) As we head further into the city, we pass street orphans and beggers, awomen trying to sell her 5 tomatoes,...

                                                                         Beautiful faces made in the image of God, designed by a King, and loved beyond measure. "He rescues and He saves; He performs signs and wonders in the heavens and on the earth." "All peoples, nations, and men of every language will worship Him. His dominion is everlasting and will not pass away. His kingdom is one that will never be destroyed." Daniel 6:27 and Daniel 7:14

"The door is locked. Dead bolted. Maybe even a chair under the door knob. Inside sit 10 knee-knocking itinerants who are astraddle the fence between faith and fear. As you look around the room, you wouldn't take them for a bunch who are about to put the kettle of history on high boil. Uneducated. Confused. Callused hands. Heavy accents. Few social graces. Limited knowledge of the world. No money. Undefined leadership. And on and on. No, as you look at this motley crew, you wouldn't wager too many paychecks on their future. But something happens to a man when he witnesses someone who has risen from the dead. Something stirs within the soul of man who has stood within inches from God. Something stirs hotter than gold fever and more permanent than passion. It all started with 10 stammering, stuttering men. Though the door was locked, He still stood in their midst. "As the father has sent Me, I am sending you."  And send them He did. Ports. Courtyards. Boats....