Yesterday we had a great time cooking corn and bean sauce at the neighbors house after work. One of my patients brought it as a gift and it made a great BIG pot.. enough to share with neighbors and all the hungry little bellies always begging for food. Happy faces…eating off of Mali’s plate 🙂 […]

Two, skinny, little Haitian grandpas. One healing and one dying, one lying and one singing. I don’t know if any of you remember the blog Kin had posted about “143 Maggots”?  Our dying patient is Jo, the one that Whit removed 143 maggots from his pressure ulcer wound. He seemed to be really picking up

     Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. It is evening. And someone has really bad stomach pain. It’s not a lady.    Mali and I grabbed the keys and walked with Steve down to the clinic. Our patient was the man who takes care of feeding our mission horse. He was facing severe pain, and also

…and stories from the “misyon”. I’m sorry this update is a little out-of-date.  I’m back in the States for a month trying to juggle work, weddings, and everything else that has piled up on my need-to-do list…like write a blog update on the mobile clinic.  🙂 *June 5th*Thursday afternoon Steve, Kate, and I said sad

     Here they stand, Doctors in a row.     Each came to teach us the things we don’t know.     We spent hours with notebooks and meds     Or using the Ultrasound to measure baby heads.      Then, when they left, we prayed for good minds    To soak up all the lectures,

He said, “I will forget the dying faces;The empty places-They shall be filled again;O voices mourning deep within me, cease.”Vain, vain the word; vain, vain:Not in forgetting lieth peace.He said, “I will crowd action upon action,The strife of factionShall stir my spirit to flame;O tears that drown the fire of manhood, cease.”Vain, vain the word;

     It is Sunday. I love to sing and see the sun. But the Clouds bring contrast to the sun. And I know that God allows them to add dimension to our lives and to make our heads turn beyond this earth to Him, the Source of light that shines even brighter than Sunday

    They are born into a harsh world. They lay in dark huts with the flies buzzing around their faces. Days, weeks, months pass while the severe neglect keeps manifesting itself more and more in their emaciated forms. They cry desperate, hungry cries and no one hears. Their cries get weaker, their little bones jut out of

Praise God, the mobile clinic has been going very well! Due to difficulties in travel (over 6 hours of travel- all of it on trails as bad/worse than our road to Allegre), we didn't begin consultations until nearly 2 PM yesterday. But we still had time to see around eighty people; as of noon today

We would appreciate your prayers especially over the next several days. Tomorrow afternoon Lord willing, Kate, Whitney, myself, Mis Joceline and several other clinic staff members plan to head for Ti Goave. We'll spend the night, and leave early Friday morning (4-5 AM) for a more remote area several hours southwest of us. The plan