Author name: Gospel to Haiti

…which were not able to focus very well this morning.  Mali’s grandmother had made a generous donation of a bunch of reading glasses when she went home, and Mali and I decided to each wear a pair on the way to work.  The pair I had was so strong that I had trouble focusing on

… Of a busy Friday!  If you stopped by to visit us today,   You would’ve found lots of people waiting outside, and inside, and Frè Adolf finding dossiers and charting people’s weights!  Then Kindra busily working at getting the many blood pressure patients through, Dr Felix, Mis Leda, Mis Marquis, and Mis Whitney consultanting

Sometimes it’s not the roses you need to stop and smell, but the stories you need to stop and tell.  I’m just not sure where to start and where to stop, cause it seems like so far everything that started happening a few weeks ago hasn’t really stopped in between one thing and the next.

“Mis Mali….My head hurts, I can hardly sleep at night because my teeth hurt so bad.” an old lady tells me as she stuffs more cotton balls into her ears. “Show me mami,”I smile at her as she opens her mouth as wide as possible and quickly reaches in with her not-so-clean- fingers to point

Breathe.  Just breathe. That’s what I kept telling myself yesterday morning. My world felt as though it was tilting nearly out of control when I surveyed the large crowd that was waiting for us, with people everywhere reaching out to stop me as I walked by, as I tried desperately to shove my emotions about

Wow, another week of Clinic is behind us! Having seen lots of different people and each one having a different story to tell, what should I really blog about was my question when I saw my name on the list for blogging today. I decided I’ll tell you about visiting our one workers family.  

  This has been an amazingly uneventful weekend considering how crazy last week and the weekend preceding it was. I believe God kindly answered our prayers for a little break from the more serious emergency cases that are brought into the clinic during off hours. The whole Saturday and Sunday not a single new patient

…is from God.  Every night of refreshing sleep, every strengthening meal, every encouraging song or word just when you need it…  I’ve been more aware of those kinds of gifts recently.  Like this past Monday when Hans, Mali and Mis Joselaine were all gone, and we had an oversized crowd of patients at clinic.  Kin

It’s Saturday. Maybe…just maybe…this one will be a quiet one. I had the pharmacy to get restocked before brunch, and I had it about half way finished when I walked out to see what was up with the moto that had just arrived. What I found was not very pretty….it was a man who had

Sunday, March 8th~ We’re exhausted.  After a few interrupted nights, the past few days (which have also been non-stop) have seemed to warp into weeks in our stretched minds and weary bodies.   They’ve been demanding and tiring for all of us.   We’ve had a number of cholera patients the last week, more people on cots than usual, and