Noviette

It’s not the first time it has happened. The nannies start yelling for help. I drop everything and run into the nursery to find Noviette rolling on the floor, wailing uncontrollably. The babies are put into their cribs for safety for when arms start flying. All that she will say is that her head is “giving her problems”. All I can do is hold her tight and pray. Pray that all evil leaves her body. Pray that the God of angel armies fills her up with tender loving care. That God puts peace into her bones and calms the storm that is raging inside her soul. “You’ve lost Satan. You’re done. You aren’t welcome here and You have no power over this child of God. In the name of Jesus YOU WILL FLEE.” November is a big month for my next door neighbor, the witch doctor. Voodoo is what some people have blamed all of this on. That the spirits enter and exit Noviette’s mind whenever they want. And because she already have special needs, they have easier access into her mind. Fe Kadejak. It means “rape” in the Creole language. Slowly over the months of bringing Noviette to live with me, she has opened up. It was her cousin. He did it multiple times. Her mother knew, yet did nothing. When she sees big men, whether black or white, she trembles. While watching child sing along movies, she will see a man on the tv, and she will whisper…”that looks like Novia’s dad.” It’s panic attacks. It’s flare ups of PTSD. It is her mind scaring her of the past and the unknown future. I wish I could take it all away from her. Noviette is so beautiful. She is always so happy. She loves her new home and her new family. And she knows, no matter what, we at La Limye will do everything we can to protect her. But more than that, I pray she grasps the understanding that God is a good good papa. He holds her hand. He is the one and only protector. Baby Novia is a testimony that HE MAKES BROKEN THINGS BEAUTIFUL. NO EVIL WILL STEAL HER JOY. She is the daughter of a King. She is priceless