Dear Friend, In spite of the adversity, God has been faithful. We'd love to invite you to hear a personal message from our Founder, Danita, as she shares her heart for this Christmas season. One theme we have seen over the 27 years of this ministry is the incredible faithfulness of God. This couldn't be possible without the hands and feet of Jesus, who are our partners in ministry. Isn't it amazing that God wants to work through you and me?! We are still here in Haiti, faithfully serving and committed to the call of Christ. He is FAITHFUL!

Born to parents with few earthly possessions. Humble. Unnoticed. Passed by.

Hi Friend, In Haiti, hope often feels distant! At Danita’s Children, there is a community being transformed by love, faith, and action. Through the grace of God, DC has been a beacon of light to the children, families, and individuals who need it most. We are honored to serve the people of Haiti.

Hi Friend,  I want to share with you the cry of my heart... Almost 27 years ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone and followed God’s plan for my life, which led me to Haiti. I knew then that this was not a short-term mission; the children of Haiti would be my lifelong calling. In the early years, life was extremely difficult. We often had no electricity or running water, staffing was limited, and the number of children in need was overwhelming. I questioned my calling and wondered if this was truly God’s plan or merely my own desire to serve.

Hi Friend, When I walked into the room on graduation day and saw our students in their caps and gowns, tears filled my eyes. Not from sadness, but from joy and gratitude. For a few of these 19 graduates, I couldn’t help but remember them much younger, wearing their first caps and gowns at their graduation from kindergarten, faces beaming with wide smiles. Now, years later, as I watch them enter the next chapter of their lives, I am reminded again of the importance of investing in the next generation. 

Stories of Strength: Healing After Burn Trauma Three months ago, a toddler in a nearby village tragically fell into a boiling pot of water (commonly used for cooking and other household tasks here in Haiti). Knowing most clinics aren’t equipped to treat severe burns, the mother quickly rushed her by taxi to Danita’s Children Medical Center. Meet Andjela and her two-year-old daughter.

Hope Restored After a Year-Long Battle After dealing with an undiagnosed lung infection for a year that was impacting her ability to eat, sleep, and walk, Taïma’s mother, Magdaline, became desperate for help. Only a 4-minute taxi drive from a nearby village to Danita’s Children Medical Center, she arrived at our hospital in July as a last attempt to help her child. In more developed countries like the United States, widespread access to proper diagnostic tools and over the counter treatments help prevent many common infections from turning serious. However, when quality medical care is not available, even the smallest and most common infections can become life-threatening, which is what happened to Taïma. Thankfully, our medical team was able to provide the treatment she needed and we’re happy to report Taïma is a different child today! She’s reunited with her siblings and her health has been restored. Most importantly, Magdaline and Taïma experienced the love and comfort of Christ through the care you helped provide.

Because of your support, we have raised $23,000 towards our Special Needs Home fundraising goal. We still need $48,500 for 2025!

Divine Interruptions Dear Danita's, This summer, our team has been reflecting on moments when God showed up in unexpected ways—times when His presence broke through difficult circumstances. We’ve come to call these moments Divine Interruptions. If you’ve walked with Jesus for any length of time, I’m sure you have your own stories—times when Heaven touched earth in the middle of chaos. One such moment takes me back to 2004, a year forever etched in my memory. At the time, Haiti was in the grip of political unrest. Armed rebels were sweeping through the country, targeting government officials and business leaders. Fear hung heavy in the air as village after village fell under their control.The U.S. embassy began sending me urgent messages—leave the country. But how could I? I couldn’t abandon my children and our dedicated staff. I cried out to God for wisdom: Lord, what should I do? Late one night, after much prayer and wrestling, God answered—in a dream. That doesn’t happen to me often, but when it does, I know to listen. In the dream, I saw floodwaters rushing across Haiti, destroying everything in their path. But when the waters approached our children’s home, they parted and flowed around our land, never touching us. I woke up with peace. God had spoken. I was to stay. Days later, we received word that the rebels were nearing our village. I watched as they entered our town breaking down doors, searching for people and weapons. I told the children to stay low, and most of our staff had already gone home to be with their families. My heart pounded as the rebels turned toward our neighbor's home and they saw me looking through a window. They began to shout, "Americans, Americans!" - but then something unexpected happened. Voices began to rise from the village—pleading, shouting: “That’s Mami Danita! They help our children! They care for our people!” The villagers stood in our defense. Later that evening, one of the rebels approached our front gate and spoke with one of our workers and said, “We heard there’s an orphanage here, and a woman named Mami Danita takes care of the children. Please tell her—if she needs anything, we will help.” When I heard this, I sent back a simple message: “Tell them we need food.” We relied on daily fresh supplies from the Dominican Republic, but the border was closed. The following day, the rebels returned with a wheelbarrow full of food. They had gone to the closed border of the Dominican Republic, lined with armed guards, and somehow managed to work with our Dominican staff to pass food over the locked gate. Bread, peanut butter, powdered milk—all of it thrown over the fence into waiting arms. They brought it back and fed our children. Not one of us was harmed. We could have despaired, we could have fled. But instead, we looked to the God of miracles—and He did what only He can do. To this day, we are grateful for your continued prayers and generous support. If you’re facing your own storm right now, may this testimony encourage you: God is still in the business of divine interruptions. He is faithful. He is near. We appreciate you more than words can say.