Life, Sleepovers and The Plague

My goodness, life has gotten the best of me and I have not touched writing. However, for those who keep up – I am doing well. Life is good – and summer has arrived early this year! My goodness, the sweating never ends. No reason to even try and appear decent – all efforts are an epic fail. I wrote a post last year around this time about how I never knew that I could sweat this much. Well, truly nothing is new under the sun and it’s just daily life now-a-days.

We have had a massive virus free flowing through our camp – I call it the plague – and I believe we are finally on the up climb from it. Weeks of multiple kids with 104 fevers, vomiting, coughing and just looking so sad and pathetic is never fun. It is in those moments that I am always wishing that their little mischievous personalities would return because I hate seeing them so tired and listless. I got caught up in the madness for about a week of feeling like I got hit by a truck – which made me feel even worse for our little guys because I knew they were feeling just as bad. However, I am recovered and vaccinated – no typhoid or malaria for me, folks!

All in all, life is wonderful. I am so grateful to be spending my time here and committing these young years to service of God’s children. It is a true testament to having a plan, but God writing the story of my life.  I have a semi-freak-out-wanna be-meltdown in my head every now and then because I have no plan, but I read an article recently (you can read it here) about the staff and what it represents (the power and faithfulness of God) and it reminded me that my God is bigger than my plan, how He is always true to His promises and how He doesn’t change – not when times were worse and not ever in the future – and how my plan ultimately doesn’t matter anyway if I’ve given away my whole heart to Him and am walking in His ways.

In the mean time, life is full of hard work, long nights, birthdays, sleepovers and dance parties – always a staple at Hope For Haiti!

  

Thank you to my few sponsors who make my time here possible. Every time I buy groceries I am thinking of you and thanking God for the ability to be able to do so. These are definitely years of sacrificing and growing and learning and continuing a foundation that will sustain anything that the future holds.

…and the adventures continue – I’m gonna go sweat some more and maybe eat a mango or something!

P.S. I have some special some ones coming in just about a week that I am so beyond excited to see! I am like a kid at Christmas. They say some mumbo jumbo about coming to see the kids or something, but we all know it’s solely for yours truly! It has made this heat and sickness so much more bearable knowing that a part of my family is making the trip to bare it with me – I’m not sure that they are prepared for all of this, but I’m trying to down play it until they get here – muahahahahaha!!! < evil laugh

XOXO,

Hope

Adjustments & Creating Family Moments

 Sometimes things are hectic.

Sometimes everyone needs a moment.

Sometimes we all just need to take a break and go fly a kite in the park, darn it.

Park… dirt strip where they land airplanes… close enough.

So that is what we did. One of our sweet visitors, who has become family to us here, brought 60 kites from her home (she always thinks of the little things). We packed a cooler, baked brownies, bought chips, loaded the kids up and headed to the airstrip.

  

We had this day planned, and as God always has a plan outside of our own, it turned out perfect, as yesterday was slightly chaotic. We have 13 new children to assimilate into our world, which to say the least is slightly different to their previous living situation. They are adjusting well so far, still clinging to any attention/affection thrown their way and are all in the de-worming, de-eye infection-ing, de-everything else phase. I know it’s kind of gross, but honestly, it’s reality.

I had such a hard time writing yesterday because I had to be so selective in choosing “non-offensive” photos to post online. It was hard because I felt like these children came to us this way and it was their life. They didn’t get to choose to be naked, but they were. The same way they didn’t choose to be sick, to have parasites in their bellies, but they do.

It is what it is.

 

 So any who, our day-o-fun was full of kites, and of course every kid in the village came out of nowhere to be a part. After the kites began to break and everyone got restless, Mami Mya and I began the Village Olympics. Began with a foot race. Then we taught them how to wheel barrow race. Yes, we demonstrated. I was the wheel barrow. Then a hand stand race. No I didn’t not participate. Then an over-all “who can do the coolest stuff” show.

  

During this fun with the kids – our kids loved it, competing and playing with the village kids  was a blast for them – our new children, however, weren’t quite sure they wanted to be in the mix of kids who don’t get to eat all the time. They sat safe and secure next to the Americans to ensure they got to get back on the truck and didn’t get left behind.

We left the crowd in lieu of our picnic location and had chips, brownies and drinks.

       

The little guy on the left is Elby. Everytime he sees me he reminds me of his name so I don’t forget about him. In the purple is Mackenzy… he’s sick and a little confused about this whole situations as a whole. He loves meal time, but other than that is a little lost and drifts to what feels safe. when we first me him he just said “I don’t know” to everything we asked.

To say the least, our kids are all smiles today, and I’m pretty sure the news never want to wake up from this dream. There are many adjustments ahead. Keep us in your prayers. I am wore out, exhausted, dirty and happy. Can’t wait to get home, clean and into bed.

Goodnight,

Hope