Welcome to the Gospel to Haiti Clinic Blog!
We are located in the beautiful mountainous terrain of rural southern Haiti, and our clinic serves its small community in many ways. These pictures and comments are about individual people whose lives we have been able to touch in some way. Look through the compassionate eyes of Christ, and pray for them...
Little faces, innocent eyes, each one
grasps your heart. The cry of a newborn…. the heartbreak of a mother as she
releases her little one to the arms of Jesus…the distressed cry of a child
unable to breath…. the fear in a mother’s eyes as she tries to wake her
lethargic child burning up with fever…. the love in a mother’s eyes as she holds
her young child, who will never be able to live a normal life. All these experiences fill the heart. We know it is only because of God we can do what we do.
Then we see a
father who loves and cares for his 13 month old who got severly burned. His
love for his child goes beyond what I see in many fathers. We watched a mother
as she patiently talked to her son. She desperately wanted him to know who she
was. He had been beaten with a rock. After suffering a major concussion, he
walked away with few injuries. PTL!
This past week has been a record breaker with
doing almost 500 consultations that doesn’t include the regular people that
come on the blood pressure program. The unusual thing was almost 50% of those
consultations were children. Our pharmacy is not stocked to support this amount
of children. We are scratching to keep the amount of medications
suspensions/syrups we need to support this population. We pray God will provide.
We are also excited to welcome James and Katie
Erdly to our team, a brother and sister from PA who have come to serve for a time.
Katie is our new pharmacist. James is our field man doing emergency runs and
filling in where needed. Due to a lack of words as to how to describe the past week. Here are some pics to give you a glimpse into our lives.
The little burn boy I have been bandaging. Kayla with her little boy who had a concussion, and Rachel, Katie, and I with a new baby.
James with one of the children and a few of the other many faces we saw this week.
My heart is over whelmed as I try to put my thoughts into words. Almost two weeks ago, we had a patient come in who was in severe respiratory distress. A young 25 year old man, who had a lived a very undesirable life. He had ruined himself so young. He was rough, tough, one you wouldn't want to mess with. He was brought to our clinic with a very short life expectancy.
How would Jesus reach into a life like his? My flesh wanted to run the other way and hide but my heart wanted to give the love of Christ. Everyone left him. No one wanted to take responsibility and care for him. We were left to sort everything out. Where was his family? Where was someone who truly cared?
My heart ached as we spent hours beside his bed sharing Christ, praying, and singing with him. The spiritual battle was strong. You could feel the rage between darkness and light. The young man fought on. He was fighting to hold on. Fighting to not die. He was scared. He didn't want to give up life. He would ask …
Where do I start? My week has had a
lot of ups and downs; hurts, joys, miracles and sorrows. Things I don’t know
what to do with, but God does and that is what matters! Monday morning dawned early with a knock at
the gate around 5:30am…. A lady in labor. And it’s my turn! J She had already made lots
of progress in her labor before coming to us and I expected the baby to be born
in the next several hours, but she was a 1st time mom so you never
quite know. I had noticed some variability in the baby’s heart rate but nothing
to major so I just kept monitoring it. She
labored, but not hard, throughout the day. She was making slow progress; in the
evening I thought the baby was about to come but, oh not yet. I left her for
the night with instructions to come call use when they needed us. A knock never
came in the night, though I thought and dreamt about her. So I made my way down
around 6-6:30am, baby’s heart rate was really good but he still wasn’t making his
appearance. I came ba…
"A hurricane is coming! It's name is Matthew!". Such was the neighborhood talk leading up to the storm this week. Everyone wondered if the blans (whites) knew just how bad this one would be and just when it would arrive. Walking to clinic on Monday morning, we wondered what our day was going to be like. We thought either we would have a really big day, or else small. To our delight, it was the latter! We had 13 patients who braved the light rain and wind. By early afternoon the street was quiet. Everyone had gone to their houses to try to stay warm and dry. The Hurricane didn't start with all of its furry until around midnight on Monday night. Around that time, the wind and rain started to really pick up speed. I can't find the words that I want to describe to you what all happened in the next 24 hrs. Alyssa, Rachel and I mopped up water, and more water. The tin on the one corner of the house started to make a rather odd noise, so we alerted the guys and they soo…