Back in America
Back in America I began telling everybody about “the children” I began getting advice from other missionaries in Haiti who had built orphanages and were doing what I was needing to do. One person advised me to find a lawyer in my church and get him or her to walk me through the process of becoming a non-profit organization. This person also suggested that perhaps the lawyer under the circumstances would donate his services and maybe someone from my church would help cover the fee of incorporating.

Everyone I approached was discouraging. They just didn't get it. Perhaps it was my communication skills. I seemed ill equipped to share and explain Haiti. There were no American points of reference to truly share the pure essence of this beautiful yet impoverished nation. I finally was referred to another who might help me. I shared about the abandoned child that God had shown me. This is what he shared:

“Yolantha, start out finding a way to get finances to feed the children once a week.”

“Once a week? I exploded.

“Yes, that will give the children hope.”

“Hope?” My voice level elevated several notches. “How is that hope?” I blew out a spurt of dragon like air. “My daughters eat 3 times a day and all in between if they so desire.”

The missionary on the other end of the line laughed which immediately annoyed me.

“Remember the children are not eating every day any way. And if they know that they will eat, let's just say…every Wednesday. They will have hope starting on Sunday. They know that in 3 days they will eat. On Monday they are full of hope because they know that in 2 days they will eat. On Tuesday they will be full of joy because they know in one day, tomorrow, they will eat. On Wednesday their hope is fulfilled, because on Wednesday they eat. On Thursday they are full of joy because on yesterday they ate. On Friday they rejoice because 2 days ago they ate. On Saturday they remember that 3 days ago, they ate. On Sunday once again they know that in 3 more days, they will eat. That is hope, Yolantha.

There was silence on the phone. I realized it was my turn to say something.

“Thank you.” I said. I hung up, and like Jesus I wept.

A WISH LIST
Puzzles play dough erasers glue
Crayolas water colors paintbrushes tissue paper
Pens staplers toothbrushes toothpaste
Poster board staples coloring books toy card
Stuffed animals jump ropes soccer balls baseballs
Black dolls baseballs math books string
Toy phones composition books golden books soap
Combs batteries unlined paper rulers
Masking tape scotch tape children scissors snack foods
Small tape recorders games flash cards yarn
Alphabet blocks stacking blocks needles, thread
Teaching supplies school supplies hole punchers band aids
Baby food children's vitamins aspirin clocks
Watches pedialyte musical instruments backpacks
q-tips dental floss wide toothcombs afro picks
Body lotion Vaseline deodorant fabric
Kick balls bats calculators cd players an airplane with a pilot...


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