Matthew 6:26 “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”

Progress of Danita's Children Medical Center and Orphan Care Homes.

In wonderful memory of the sweet four year-old boy, Witson, who suffered through the last stages of malnutrition and recently passed away.

Most of my days are spent doing a variety of things, one of them being working in our office, handling receipts, payroll, construction orders, etc. I LOVE doing it because I get to see the faithfulness of God and see how He provides our every need. I recently celebrated my 9-year anniversary in Haiti and am beyond grateful for the privilege of seeing the ministry grow since almost the beginning.

After years of spending every little bit of money they had on hospitals that could never help, Ange-Merline's parents came desperately to our doors.

I have been back in Haiti for less than two weeks, and my heart has already been broken, mended, and filled. The reality is setting in that I will be continuing without my little Jean in my arms, but it is evident that my love for him remains. I am inspired by my little missing piece to keep on loving and making these sweet little hearts VISIBLE!

Dodging motorcycles, goats, and cows, we drove 110 miles per hour to the hospital. The mother was vomiting in the front seat while I was praying in the back. I kept checking the tiny baby’s breathing every couple of minutes, just to see if she was still alive. She was barely hanging on. As we got to the hospital we ran inside with the baby, where they put her on oxygen and got an IV in her limp, little arm.

I hope and pray as the weeks pass, Haiti continues to stay in people's minds. I am thankful in a bittersweet way that there is a face to suffering that is shown all around the world. Although the pictures being shown in media are graphic, they need to be shown. Our hearts need to be broken. Not just for a few days. Not just for a few weeks. Not just until the next tragedy hits. But, our hearts need to become broken forever. I pray that suffering people stay in people's minds.

I love watching how God goes to great lengths to show His love. She could have easily died…alone…wondering if anyone besides her sister cared for her. But he allowed us to take part in spending her last day on earth with her…in a “church” in a hospital. He allowed a group of orphans to pray over her…ones that are familiar with suffering. I felt so close to God when I was in her presence. Being with her made me want to be more like Him and that is one of the reasons why she is my hero…

There are some memories I pray I will forget and some that wont leave my dreams, but most that I feel privileged I get to hold forever. I believe God and his power can be seen and experienced everyday, even in the small and seemingly normal things. We may overlook it, and most of the time we do, but He's there. But once in a while we get this extreme honor to watch God's power and might come in a huge way- a way in which there is no denying it was Him... This was one of those times.

At that moment, I decided to take him to Santiago. My bags were already packed, I called Danita to let her know then took 2 of our male staff and our security guard with me to the border. Its about a 5 minute walk and at 1:00 a.m., it is pretty dark. Sorry if this sounds dramatic because to us, it is just normal. As I was walking, I welled up with tears for a moment.

The boy from our home, Jeff, overheard Frankie talking and quietly came and took his shoes to the back to wash them for him. I had tears in my eyes as I watched our little 11 year old boy, a boy who was orphaned by the massive floods in Haiti 5 years ago, bend down and wash the shoes of another hurting boy and put them on his feet.