Monday, December 8, 2014

Beautiful faces


              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

Monday, November 17, 2014

The Roar

"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. Synagogues. Prisons. Palaces. They went everywhere. Their message of the Nazarene dominoes across the civilized world. They were an infectious fever. They were a moving organism. They refused to be  stopped. Uneducated drifters who shook history like a housewife shakes a rug.

My, wouldn't it be great to see it happen again? Many say its impossible. The world is too hard. Too secular. Too post-christian. This is the age of information, not regeneration. So we deadbolt the door for fear of the world.

And as a result, the world goes largely untouched and untaught. Over half the world has yet to hear the story of the Messiah, much less study it. The few believers who do go out often come home weary and wounded, numbed at the odds and frustrated at the needs.

What would it take to light the fire again? Somehow, those fellows in the upper room did it. They did it without dragging their feet or making excuses. For them it was rather obvious. " all I know is that He was dead and now He is alive."

Something happens to a man when he stands within inches of the Judaean Lion. Something happens when he hears the roar, when he touches the golden mane. Something happens when he gets so close he can feel the Lion's breath. Maybe we could all use a return visit. Maybe we all need to witness His majesty and sigh at His victory. Maybe we need to hear our own commission again. "Will you tell them?" Jesus challenged. "Will you tell them that I came back... And that I am coming back again?"

"We will," they nodded. And they did.

Will you?

-Max Lucado from "No wonder they call Him the Savior"

Wednesday, October 29, 2014


Amy Carmichael once said: "If one is preparing to storm the bastions of heathendom, it will not do to blench at creepie-crawlies."

I'd say I have done pretty well dealing with the gigantic roaches and lizards. I think I am winning the battle with the misquitoes...I'd even give myself a pat on the back for checking all corners of my house only once every night after finding a snake in the backyard.

But I have new visitors now, and quite frankly I am not too fond of them.

After doing my nightly checks for the boogieman, I found these little friends welcoming theirselves in. Ofcourse, I call my boyfriend because that creature has just caused my already high stress levels to elevate, and I just know Marckenzy loves to deal with my high maintance, no tolerance, Americanized I want them dead now attitude!
I also called  mama, both of whom said "do not worry about it, they will not bother you!"

After my friend with an 8inch long tail decided to climb on me while I was sleeping with one eye open, I broke down and cried. Yes I cried over something this small.

My children are sleeping with hungry bellies in makeshift shacks. They have dealt with death, and the devil and far worse things then a little sweet mouse. They have had their whole lives burnt down, and worse. But you won't see one of them giving up.

Not one cries because there has not been electricity in a week and I want to use my phone.
Not one complains that there is ALWAYS something wrong with the car or that rice and beans for the 5th meal in a row is getting quite boring....
But I do... and I repent for being so "worldly"

We spend far too much time looking at temporary things. That is exactly what Satan wants you to do: ignore reality. Ignore eternity. The devil bombards you with temporary issues.

"It is crazy how a flat tire can cause you to forget about your future inheritance, eternal security, and the grace that God is going to pour out on you for all eternity." - Lisa Chan

          Phillipians 2:14 "Do everything without complaining or grumbling.."


         2 Corinthians 4:17 "this light and momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparision."

Let us look unto Him, the maker and creator of all. May we remember His promises and look forward to the reward after the race is finished.

Haiti makes me stronger. The people here have taught me more about life than any classroom ever could.

We must laugh at the little things.

I am still trying to figure out what God is teaching me with these new friends of mine....

Ya... still trying!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

It is real

I awaken to the wails of a dog being murdered...and the voodoo drums begin to get louder and louder. They raise the spirits, they sacrifice, and they dance. They dance forhim. They dance for the devil himself and at 2am I am awake and listening and there is no escaping.

I do not get to change the channel or look the other way. I can not ignore it or pretend like it is not real. But I try to and I repent.

But no,  I should not ignore it because I know it is real.
The murders are real
The hunger is real
The devil is real
The cries are real
The prostitution, and disease, and all my precious brown eyed babies over here are real. It is all real.

There is no escaping the reality. So what is the conclusion?
Deal with it by acting upon it.

We are going to have to deal with it when Jesus askes us if we are a sheep or goat. If we fed His people or not.

So let us start now... Me and you together.
Do not have contractors install better windows so you can tune out all the noise.

And Jesus came and said to them, "All authority in heaven and earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold I am with you always, to the end of the age. Matthew 28:18-20

" Though all of Jesus' commands should be taken seriously, the setting of this command adds some additional weight. Jesus rose from the dead, gathered His followers, and explained that ALL authority on heaven and earth has been given to Him!! Can you imagine a more dramatic setting?
Ignoring the one command that the newly resurrected King of the universe delivered to you certainly could qualify as the stupidest thing you could do in your lifetime. So what is the command? Make Disciples. " -Francis Chan

The voodoo priest/witchdoctor in my village drive a beautiful black H-3 Hummer.
Christ-followers, we HAVE to set up our game. He is looking WAY too appealing to the crowds.

I feel myself falling lukewarm. The devil fights hard. My God can and will fight harder but we must keep the door open. Keep our eyes open. We must pray, act, and deal with the issues. No more ignoring them.

Make disciples. Make disciples. Make disciples!

"No prayer is too hard for Him to answer, no need too great for Him to supply, no passion too strong for Him to subdue, no temptation too powerful for Him to deliver from, no misery too deep for Him to relieve."

Monday, August 25, 2014

One year ago...

One year ago today I moved to the beautiful island of Haiti.
One year ago today I can remember mixed emotions.
My life had been shattered and would never be mended again.
I remember saying my goodbyes to my normal life, to everything that was familiar to me. Goodbye to my family not knowing when I would see them again.
One year ago today I remember walking down a dark sketchy alley trying to buy a mattress.
One year ago today I remember crying my self to sleep wondering how Gods plan would unfold.

One year later I have learned a new culture and customs and the one I grew up with is now foreign.
One year later I now say goodbyes to the multitude that die from treatable preventable diseases and still wonder when, if I will see them again.
One year later, that mattress is still comfy but most nights its too hot and the cement floor on the porch is much more inviting.
One year later I still cry myself to sleep.
I have been pulled out of my comfort zone and thrown into the war. I will continue to fight for the sake of the Gospel and for His name to increase.
This is my crazy life and I cannot imagine being anywhere else.

But I am forever greatful for what I have learned being on the field this year.
You learn to cope with death easier because its all too common.
You learn to pray more and lean on His shoulders because no longer are you capable of doing anything without Him.
You learn to love more, judge less, and give it all because everyone you meet is going through a battle.

I could not of lived this life without my supporters and prayer partners and most of all Gods grace.

Here is to many more years of following Him, no matter what the crowd thinks. You alone are all I want. You alone are all I need.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Up on the rooftop!

WE ARE HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE LA LIMYE NOW HAS A ROOF!!!! Technically it is only the ceiling of the first floor but it will be used as a roof until the second floor is made! GOD IS GOOD!

We cannot say thank-you enough and we cannot send praises enough to our amazing King Jesus for bringing us this far. My faith has been strengthened by the love and support of you all who have made this vision come true. I would say we are at the half way mark. It is half way livable! May God's name be glorified each step of the way as we continue to try and shine HIS light into the country of Haiti.

Now I know you all are wondering... what is next?!

We have to plaster the walls with cement. (smooth out the cinder blocks and fill in the rebar holes)
needed: 2 loads of white sand at $125.00usd each
300 bags of cement at $8.50usd each

We are in communication with a water well drilling ministry and looking at a dual system so that the children's home as well as the community can have access to clean water. This company will charge around $8,000.00 to drill. We will then purchase a 11,000kw generator for around $8,000. Plus around 12 solar panels, a few inverters and batteries and we will have electricity for a few hours a day. The electricity is mainly used to pump up the water into the cisterns each day.
It will cost $6,816.00 per year to run the generator for four hours each day.

We would love to throw in some toilets for $100.00 each, maybe a sink or two for $200.00 each, a propane stove is $350.00 and the propane fridge is the beautiful amount of $1,750.00!!

We also have the great news that our own 501c3 Non-Profit ministries paperwork is being worked on! It will take a few months for the IRS to look it over and process it, but we are greatful that the process has begun.

Hebrews 11:9-10 " By faith Abraham made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Issac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God".

May God put peace in the souls that will join us in this home. Wherever they are, worried, hungry, or even homeless,  I want them to know the doors will be open soon, and you are welcome to come. My house is your house.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The road less traveled by

I have had many girls email me expressing their desires to live overseas and live out the Great Commission. (I am still praying about where all the guys are!)... but since I am no expert at this life I have decided to look at the words of Amy Carmichael and Elizabeth Elliott for advice!

First question: Are you a fool?
First answer: YES!
For the same reason Apostle Paul was, for Christs sake

"We follow a stripped and crucified Savior, those words go very deep. They touch everything- motives, purposes, decisions, everything. Let them be with you as you prepare your spirit for the new life. Dear, you are coming to a battlefield. Don't play through life."

"A new arrival might at first see only flowers and babies and bright faces and you will feel, I hope, a general sweetness and happiness...under the sweetness there is a real cross."

"Is the work for which we want the money Gods chosen work for us or our chosen work for Him?"

"If one is preparing to storm the bastions of heathendom, it will not do any good to blench at creepie-crawlies!"

"Words that cut like knives- understand a little of what it might mean to "bear shame for the sake of Christ."

"Where He led she would follow. What He fed she would swallow."

"Perhaps no part of the cost of being a foreign missionary is greater than the loneliness."

"Missionaries are not set apart from the rest of the human race, not purer, nobler, higher, Wings are an illusive fallacy, some may possess them, but they are not very visable, and as for me, there is not the least sign of a feather."

"Do not imagine that by crossing the sea and landing on a foreign shore and learning a foreign lingo you burst the bonds of outer sin and hatch yourself a cherubim."

"Some mistakes are made due party to the fear that if she did not find out immediately where she was to go, the strength to obey would fail."
"Be still and know" When His time came, His will was clear

"You cannot survive the storms without the anchor of the constraining love of Christ."

"Banging doors, crying babies, barking dogs, squawking crows, perpetual noises of all sorts and conditions all day long and all night long up to strong and awful attacks of the devil, the prince of heathendom."

"Wherever the Gospel of Christ is preached, believed, or scruplously obeyed, there is trouble."

"It will be seen that missionary work, most of the time offers little that could be called glamour."

"Let her prepare her heart for temptations... she will be instantly up against all sorts of attacks and this will increase after she takes the next step."

"Bring with you a strong sense of humor and no sense of smell."

"The devil does not care how many hospitals we build, any more than he cares how many schools and colleges we put up, if only he can pull our ideals down and sidetrack us on to anything of any sort except the living of holy, loving, humble lives, and the bringing of men, women, and children to know our Lord Jesus Christ not only as Savior but as Sovereign Lord."

"Not a word of attraction I can write to [ a prospective recruit].  It will be desperately hard work, iron would snap under the strain of it. I ask for steel, that quality which is at the back of all going on, patience which cannot be tired out, and love that loves in ever deed unto death."

My advice: GO!  If I told you Jesus was coming back very soon, what would you do?
I can not express enough the need to fill the mission fields will followers. We need help.
Whether you are a "missionary" in your own home country or in a far away village, please know that myself as well as hundreds of other "fools for the sake of Christ" are praying for you every step of the way. Don't let the thought of pain and fear scare you away. "The christian life if gloriously difficult. But the difficulties down make us give up and cave in, they stir us up to overcome" The troubles are momentary and are oh so worth it. The joy of seeing a sick child smile, or a hungry boy fed, or a crippled girl walk, will press you on. When God calls you, He equips you, and it is all worth it.

To live is Christ
To die is gain

John 12:24 "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."

Matthew 28:18-20 "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

The trials are nothing compared to the joy that awaits

"But to the glory of His name, let me witness that in far away lands in loneliness, in times of downheartedness and tiredness and sadness always always He is near. He does comfort us if we let Him. Perhaps someone as weak and good-for-nothing as even I am may read this. Do not be afraid, Through all circumstances, outside, inside, He can keep you close."

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

My house

Is this your house Ellen? It is so pretty!!!

No Sindy, this is not my house. This is a convenient store, not my pantry.

Her first time out of the village and into a store where she was allowed to choose whatever she wanted was a dream come true for this little 7 year old.

    Sindy's house
She chose the 1/2 gallon jug of juice. No, not because she is greedy. No, not because she is selfish. She chose it because she knows she will share it with the rest of the family and it might be the only clean liquid that goes down her throat for the next few days. So we bought juice and crackers and bread and  I went to sleep knowing that no hunger pains would come that night. 1 night down, 364 more to beat.
Marvens house
The storm moves in and the rain begins to fall and I begin thanking God, because the rain cools off the house. At 2am I awake realizing the rain has stopped, I am sweating, and I begin to pout. I take a towel throw it on the patio outside, and pray for more rain or a little wind so I could fall back to sleep on the cement floor. 

You see, I do not like my house. I have been complaining about it for the past 10 months. I live upstairs and when they say heat rises they are not kidding!! It is hot and there are too many giant cockroaches and I would really like to have an oven and a fridge and some a/c.  So I begin to complain, to myself I guess, because I do not think God was listening.  I think he was rolling His eyes at me.            
                                                                                                                                Rwodlen on the right
       When I was done venting , and realized no one was listening I began to think.  We just had a lot of rain here in Haiti. And a lot of rain is not good.  So I start to worry. I think of James and wonder if his roof fell in because it was barely on in the first place.  And Sindy has huge holes in her roof and if her house is not already flooded, I know all of their stuff is soaking wet.  Marvens is only 10 months old and his house is made of sticks and mud and there is no way he can help himself. We just buried the mom of a little boy named Rwodlen. And now at 5 years old he has no one to hold him tight and tell him it is going to be ok.
The thunder is rolling and the lightning is striking and everyone is loosing the little income they could have because the plantain fields have fallen to the ground. Now Noldine is not sitting in the dirt, she is sitting in the mud and at 2am in my mansion of a house I begin to cry. I had let the worldly desires swallow me up.

Dare I ever bring those children to the house I live in here. You see Sindys house is the size of my bathroom.  But she has to share it with 4 other people. I get to have it all to myself. Plus a bedroom and a real toilet and two suitcases filled to the top with food and more choices then she has ever had. So why wouldn’t she assume the convenient store was my pantry? 

These children have seen and heard enough about up north to know we have it good.

We buy storage sheds just to put more of our stuff in. It is growing dust and it is wasting away. Matthew 6:19

No I don’t want to guilt you in to giving it all away. Yes my house also is full of stuff that I don’t need, but I want you to open your eyes to the world around us. Too many of my family and friends are turning a blind eye to this war because they don’t want to deal with it. It is not their problem. It is too sad of a book.  Don't get swallowed up like I did.

“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends….I have called you my friends…”  John 15:13,15

I will lay down my life for my King, if He will call me His friend.

 What if it was your child. If your baby was starving, lost, scared to death or half dead from disease, you would do everything you could to get to him or her.
                                                                                                                  Marvens and his mom
But what if you couldn’t. What if your baby was trapped and there was nothing you could do to save him? You would call up every friend you had and say I need your help. I will give you the coordinates and I will prepare the way for you, just please go help my child. You see, these are Gods children. And he is looking to us to lay down our lives and take care of His family. That might mean in your own backyard, that might mean across the ocean. God’s family is very big and we as the Christ followers must respond to the crisis.

Luke 16:19-31 The story of the rich man and Lazarus is oh so true. We have a lot of Lazarus’ here. They wait outside my house to ask for rice or shoes. Sometimes I hide my face, pretend like I do not see them, and then of course I get in trouble with God. But I just cannot do it all. I need you. I need my friends and my family to back me up. We need the church at the forefront of the line fighting for these lives. I feel like, and I know, that someone out there is coming to help. Someone is ready, maybe that someone is you. We need more followers to say I am in. Send me.

Please don’t tune out their cries, and please don’t tune out mine. 

If anyone would like to donate to these families or to any need in this country, you can make a donation at Loving Orphans Global under my name.

A 50lb bag of rice is $25.00.  5 gallons of clean purified Culligan water is $7.00. To finish our construction to bring these children under a real roof during the storms is $50,000!!

 James' house

I want you to watch a video by Eric Ludy on Youtube. It is called "Depraved Indifference"
Matthew 19:21 “If you want to be good, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. The come, follow me.”

"We cannot love authentically if we are not willing to sacrifice"

Thursday, July 3, 2014

La Limye Ministries

La Limye Ministries

Location Arcahaie, Haiti

Contact : Ellen Humerickhouse

U.S. Phone: 901-351-2420
Haiti Phone :  011-509-3722-8116

Mission Statement: “I am sending you to them to open their eyes and turn them from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, so that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in Me.”  Acts 26:17-18


1.    A 3,000 square foot area built for up to 20 orphaned or abandoned girls of any age who are in need of a nurturing home to learn and feel the love of Christ.

2.    An adult community center focused primarily on literacy classes, English courses, discipleship classes, and biblical training. A ministry to educate, teach, and send out the people of Haiti to fulfill the Great Commission and help them rise above the poverty they are now in.

At present La Limye (La Limye means “The Light” in Haitian Creole) partners with Loving Orphans Global (www.lovingorphansglobal.org) a California not for profit based ministry. Their design is to help missionaries get started, before they are able to go out on their own.

We are soon to begin the process of our 501c3 tax forms to make La Limye a stand-alone legalized non-profit ministry in Haiti so we won’t have to accept funds through another organization.

The land for La Limye was legally purchased in the fall of 2013 and construction began in January of 2014.

Construction Completed: 

·       The 12 foot security wall is already built topped with razor wire and a metal iron gate.

·       The foundation of the home is complete. The walls rebar is set, the first step of plumbing is set, and the walls are up.

·       The pit for the septic tank is dug

·       The water well is in the process of being dug

The total estimated cost of the completed building and grounds is $80,000. With what has already been built and paid for we are in need of raising about $50,000 more. Some examples of the construction that needs to be done and estimated costs are as follows:

·       Plumbing:  $3,000

·       Wiring:  $2,000

·       Completion of water well/pipes/set up $3,500

·       Solar panels for lights/fans:  $15,000

·       Generator for well pump:  $2,500

·       Cement and labor to smooth the walls:  $2,400

·       Rebar and cement for the roof $9700

·       Furnishings (toilets, sinks, propane stove and refrigerator, kitchen table and chairs, 20 beds and dressers, pots & pans,  curtains, etc.:  Estimated between $12,000 and $15,000

All of our construction workers are Haitian men from within the village. There are 2 professionally trained “bosses” that went through trade school in Port au Prince plus 8 workers. They make between 8-15 dollars a day which is the normal rate in Haiti.  The labor costs are not included in the building estimates.  The construction methods in Haiti are primitive. There are no power tools so all work is done by hand.  Wells are dug by shoveling dirt in a bucket tied to a rope and hauling it up and dumping it, cement is mixed in a wheel barrel with water that is carried from a stream ½ mile away, etc. 

Ongoing Costs

Once we are up and running some other ongoing costs will be:

To run the generator for pumping the water from the well for showers, toilets etc. is $5.00 per hour.

$4,000+ will be needed every month to run and maintain the ministry. In that cost includes: food, limited electricity, soap, school supplies, ministry supplies, bottled water, medicines, gas, staff, etc..

Thursday, May 15, 2014

"Let my people go". -Moses

Sometimes I am drowning.
Drowing from the waves of stardards I am to live by
Drowing for the critics, the lies, the persecution that the devil throws at me
Drowning for the thoughts of poverty I am trying to deal with
Drowing from the constant thoughts that I am not doing enough, good enough, or put to prayer enough.
The devil has a very strong grip... so does the world. And I am living in a place surrounded by both.

Exodus 2:10 " She named him Moses, saying I drew him out of the water"
Moses had a heart for the Hebrews but was too afraid, too insecure, too much under the waves to do something about it.

Exodus 2:22 "Zipporah gave birth to a son , and Moses named him Gershom, saying I have become an alien in a foreign land"

I was drawn up out of the water on February 16th 2011. I am living in a foreign land where the good Lord is leading me.
Something I have learned: God doesn't throw us in deep waters to drown us, only to cleanse us. The deeper the water the more present is the Lord.

And I am only a girl. A young girl trying to follow the Lord. A dropout, unorganized, insecure, and dating a man with a darker skin than me, type of girl. One like Moses that wants to help, but sometimes is to afraid to do it.

Sometimes I drown from the thought of the kids starving, the babies having to be born into a mess of a world. The phone calls I've been getting from worried haitians about the new misquito virus going around killing quickly. The girl that can't walk, the voodoo about to be planted behind my wall,  the money needed, the education needed, the God needed. I can't do it all.

And then I remember. Jesus had 12. He spoke to the crowds but he only had 12. He poured his heart into 12 young men. Unschooled, ordinary men who were trying. Just trying.
And as bad as we are, as mean as we are, as guilty as we are, he saved them. Jesus jumped into the water and saved them. He lifted them out of the water and said "oh my child, you are safe with me. It is ok that you called me a worm and no man. It's ok that you spit at me, threw insults at me and brutely killed me. It is ok. I still love you. And if you will let me, I will lift you out of the water. I will hold you in my arms and tell you its ok. Do the best that you can do. It's ok if they hurt you, it's ok if they insult you, it's ok if they kill you. Because I died for you. My feelings were hurt, the insults were painful, but on that cross I said forgive them, for they know not what they do."

 "This, God’s perfect time. God does not wait for the world to get ready, He enters right into the mess. He dives right into the waves.
He makes Himself very least, no more status or opportunity than an easily overlooked infant in the slums where I spend so many hard hours. Very least so that He can commune with the very most desperate – you and me. He doesn’t mind that I am not ready yet and He doesn’t mind the wretched condition of my heart or the stench of my sin. God’s time is now and He enters into the mess, ready or not.
His perfect timing, now. Now is where He has called us. And we are just not ready yet. We need to clean up the house a bit and pray a little more and seek more counsel and we don’t know how to do that yet and oh, we have our excuses. And God says, “I’m here now, and I am ok with the mess because I am here for the messy.”
God doesn’t need us to be ready for Him; He has been ready for us since the beginning of time and the Messiah is here calling us to commune with the Holy One, to eat at His table."-  Katie Davis
The mess is only to cleanse us.
Sometimes they will worship other idols, they might not believe the manna will fall, or the water will come from a rock. They might not believe I will never get this home built, or will ever have the training to train up a child. They may not believe, but I will. Because I have seen it happen.
The waters will split, Pharoh will let the people go, and into the promise land we can eagerly await.
Noah was thought to be crazy, built an ark in the desert, everyone must of looked at him like he was insane. But the Lord directed him.
At a ripe old age, Sarah gave birth to a son. Which is thought to be impossible.
It took may tries to make Pharohs heart unhardened. But it was worth it.
Exodus 9:16 But I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth.
Exodus 14:14 The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still
Believe. And you will swim.
"Believing in the Jesus of the bible makes life risky on a lot of levels because it is absolute surrender of ever decision we make, every dollar we spend, our lives belong to another. And so that is relinquishing control in a culture that prioritizes control and doing what you need to do in order to advance yourself. The call of Christ is to deny ourselves and let go of our lives, to surrender everything we are, everything that we do, our direction, our safety, our security is no longer found in the things of this world. It is found in Christ" -David Platt
"It's easier to keep sleeping. Living different than the world will cost us something. So, how do we wake up from the American dream? I often feel myself being lulled back to sleep by it.
1) We stop comparing ourselves to other people
2) We commit to doing what God tell us to- when He says it.
3) We become wildly generous
---A generous person is always ready to spontaneously give to those in need. It is usually inconveinent and unplanned. It will probably cost us comfort, even pride. It won't be easy, or bring us pride.
This is Christianity.
But my life is proof that waking up is an open door to living wide awake. And that's so much better than a dream" - Kristen

Sunday, May 4, 2014


My name is Noldine and I live in Haiti.

I was born on August 13th 2011, I was a mistake.
Atleast that is how I feel. Most days I am left alone, in the dirt, hungry. I have some family but it is hard for them to take care of me. I am almost 3 and can not walk. My family has to walk far away to fetch water. Since I am crippled I am left alone. I can not talk but I think I know what they say.

I am a statistic. I might die before my 5th birthday and if I do not start walking soon, I will live my whole life being teased. Some people may think I can not walk because of voodoo. My hair is turning orange from malnourishment, my bottom is rough from the ground. I am sad. All I know how to do is cry. But sometimes I feel like no one hears me. I have no toys, no sippie cups, and no teddy bears. My clothes are in shreads and my belly hurts.
I am sad.
Sometimes I dream of a better life. A life where I can run and play. Where I can run into my mommys arms and tell her I love you. It is a dream.
I am grumpy. But do not judge me. I am only grumpy because of my circumstance. I have never seen happiness. I am lonely. I am sad.

I have one friend. She is only 8 months old, but is already trying to walk. Her legs are straight when she stands. Mine are crooked. She shares the dirt with me.
A white girl keeps coming to my house. I had never seen someone like that before so I use to cry everytime. She scared me. But she was nice. She would sit near me and talk to me. I thought maybe she would leave but she keeps coming back. She won't leave me alone.
She bought this pink thing and trys to make me walk. I started out not liking her. But she loves me. I see it in her eyes. She gives me food and buys me clothes.  I wonder why she cares.

I feel like I am just a statistic.

She told my family she did not have much to give, but she could pray. She explained how amazing God was and how prayer could help me. I thought she was crazy. She was different, but so was I.
Her skin was light and mine was dark. I couldn't understand her words but she kept looking at me. She would smile, and I would roll my eyes. (I am very good at doing that!) Sometimes she brings over a friend. His name is Stanley. She tells me that he use to not be able to walk either, but now he does.
She likes the word miracle.

But all he does is take my crackers. But I still dream. Maybe one day i'll walk like him. Maybe, just maybe. The white girl brings over her other white friends a lot. One day I saw them all coming. I was sitting next to my friend. I quickly crawled away, and left my friend alone so the white people could get her and not me. I CRAWLED AWAY!! I do not know how I did it, but the white girl was so happy!
I smiled for the first time that day and I finally let her hold me.

I am starting to feel what it means to be loved. I am starting to feel that I am wanted. I like hearing about this Jesus that will help me walk. One day I will walk, one day I will run, one day I will fall into my Saviors arms, and He will tell me "My daughter, my special beautiful daughter, I love you, you are wanted, you are Mine."
Psalm 139:14
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.