April 2016

Month

I hope you don’t mind settling in at the poor house for a while, because we’re not done. I hadn’t talked to cried with Phida yet. My heart’s aflame, my stomach is twisted with a whole new burden, and it’s not the poor. She told me everything everyone else did. They are truly abandoned. They are truly in...
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I came to Haiti, the first time, because someone in the Dominican told me that Haiti was poorer.  I couldn’t even begin to imagine that. And that was it.  My heart had a huge soft spot for a huge soft spot Jesus seemed to have, too…the poor. the orphan. the widow. So I went.  Came....
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