La Limyè Ministries

I've been complaining a lot this season. Over little stresses and mess ups and problems that in the light of things, aren't really a big deal. But in my conceited head, the world falls apart when all these little stresses come, and the pity party starts when I have to deal with them alone in a 3rd world with no one to vent to. Then God puts it all into prospective for me. He sends me little reminders to find joy in the mist of pain. To find happiness in the mist of gloom. To find the light when all around me is darkness. I'm trying to learn to "suck it up,buttercup" and continue serving my neighbors. Because you see, where I live, my little stresses are nothing compared to theirs.------------------------------------------- My security guard yelled through my bedroom window that he needs to leave. Someone was driving his motorcycle as a taxi service and accidently hit a 4 year old girl in the road. She suffered a broken leg but will be ok. The law of the land over

School. This is how it is suppose to be, right? More lonely than ever before? Separation anxiety? Having to let go of the reins? I sent 5 of my girls to school last week. 3 went for the very first time. 3 that I've raised since they were little babies. 3 that only I know how to tend to when one refuses to eat and the other throws a tantrum. Yet I'm suppose to hand them off to a stranger. A teacher. For 6 hours a day while I stay home and twiddle my thumbs. It has been a few months since I really felt the Lord trying to teach me "let go and let God". Trying to remind me these are His children and I am just to borrow them on earth while planting seeds in their hearts yet still allow Him to do as He pleases. Yet I have this motherly bond. Like I can't let them go because I know the world they go into. I can't let that happen. Yet I have too. I have no choice and so the pain hits my heart like never before as I release my reins into His hands and try to wake up ea

Let us rationalize. The hardships of missionary life: Heat. Hurricanes. Leadership problems. Change in structure. Government corruption. Hassled at road check points. Workload. No a/c. no hot water. Isolation. Loneliness. Communication challenges. Language learning. Overcrowded rooms. Long lines with no ending. Constant interruptions. Thieves. Not being one of them. Beggars. Single parent problems. Changing plans. Everything takes longer. Shopping an hour away for milk. Car and house repairs with no maintained man. Male dominated culture. Perfectionism. Living up to expectations. Questions about singleness. Working alone. Control freak. Near fatal accidents. Seeing fatal accidents. Poverty everywhere. Feeling non-supported. Not good enough. Death of babies. Coping alone. Protecting children from riots. All expectations on my shoulders. No help in decisions. Guilt from saying no. can't afford a special treat. Orphans needing homes. Neighbor passing away. Girl down the street beat

My sweet Mo Mo! You came to live with me shortly after Sophia did and then with doctor visits and hospital stays, you were waiting patiently for your spotlight. So now, here it is! You are my only little baby now. Everyone else is growing up so fast. Stay sweet, little one. You are a gift from God and He has big big plans for your life. Thank you for those big brown eyes that remind me you look like The King. Thank you for that big wide smile that reminds me all is going to be ok. You make every day worth it.

On February 15th 2018 at 3:50am, my sweet Sophia was scooped up by the arms of Jesus and carried through the gates of heaven. I awoke to a phone call and immediately took the hour drive to the hospital. I went alone, in complete shock, almost in denial that my baby was gone. I swung open the door to her room and saw her laying there all wrapped in a taped up towel. Cords, feeding tubes, heart monitors, they were already put back in storage. I carried her body to my car, put her on my back seat, and drove home. My nannies said they don’t put babies in morgues here in Haiti, nor do they do funerals, so she went home with me. My security guard built her a box while my neighbor dug a hole. I carried her body from my car to my back piece of property where she is now surrounded by beautiful sunflowers. I am still in utter disbelief. It doesn’t seem real. Her staying in the hospital for 36 days did not prepare me. I fell into the thinking that if she’s made it this long, she will recover. Tha

A few days ago, Sophia’s heart stopped. CPR was accomplished but not without brain damage being done. She went 24 hours breathing on her own but her little body was tired, so she is now back on the machine. The doctors asked for me to come to the hospital immediately. They were not sure if this would happen again and if CPR wouldn’t be effective the next time because of her inflammation. I took the hour and a half drive to the hospital when I received the call. Her temperature was dropping, her blood pressure wasn’t great, and we thought we were starting to count down the hours. Well, my little warrior is still fighting like a champ. But that night was long. I didn’t know what would happen. After arriving to the hospital around 4pm, I decided I needed to stay the night, even though I hadn’t brought anything with me. Time past slowly as I stood next to her bed, without chairs available, in a crowded room with other sick ones, and a lot of beeping machines. She can’t see me and I don’

La Limye is expanding! After receiving 3 sweet girls with special needs into the children’s home and realizing that no school in our city will accept them because of their disability, the dream became a vision and a learning center and therapy center for children with mental and physical disabilities is underway!!! Construction will start in February and it’ll take about three months to finish! I am at awe of my good good Father and although nerves are setting in at the thought of the details needed to make this happen, I’m excited to see these children get the education, nurture, and love they deserve. I am starting to realize where my fear and stress comes from though. It is because I think and feel that I am doing this by myself. I forget who stands with me and before me and behind me. Jesus said to Philip, “where shall we buy bread, that these may eat?’ But this he said to test him, for He Himself knew what He would do.” (John6:5-6) “Send the multitudes away, that they may g

Sophia. #11 “Someone has to cry for them, someone has to intimately feel their pain, someone has to hold them, fight for them, someone has to be with her…and that someone is you. God has chosen you to care for them, to care for the weak and the forgotten. At times it may feel like a burden, a struggle, a hopeless challenge, but it is your honor to serve Him and His children. God will make things right….beauty for ashes. We know this is not our home. In the meantime let us try to do all we can to further His kingdom before His return.” -Tony. You never said the journey would be easy, Lord... but you promised it would be worth it. You promised to give me Your strength through it. Right now, I need it. It is an honor to serve you. Even if it means my heart gets shattered into one thousand pieces. Hydrocephalus, Spina Bifida, Meningitis, breathing machines, feeding tubes, IV, medications, paralysis, seizures, mental and physical disabilities. The prognosis kept getting worse as I