Little boys playing football.

 Proud ribbons in little girl hair.

Ruffled socks above dusty shoes.

 School uniforms.

 The gentle daily nod of Bonswa and Bonjou of Creole.


 Baskets of food on the sidewalks.

 Women balancing 50lbs of food on their heads.

 The hardest working, least complaining, fashion-committed people I have ever met in my life.

Cold showers after a sticky hot day.

Van rides discussing the ethics of zombie nudity, testimonies, blogging, social justice, and trashy television with the greatest blogging team ever.

Collaborating on big scary dreams with Haitians.

Avocados at every meal.

Translators so beautiful that we old married ladies contemplated a Help One Now translators Calendar as a fundraising effort, and Deidra wants to bring her adult daughter next time.

Ice cold Prestige beer. Oh, Lord, YES.

The equatorial sunrise and sunsets.

Finally understanding the gift of a cool breeze.

Bold men and women of God in the trenches of the daily work of the Gospel.

Redefining hero entirely.

Receiving counsel and wisdom and encouragement.

Watching a proud new Haitian mama breastfeed her 17 day old baby at Heartline. (Seriously. I could write FOR DAYS about this ministry. Mamas passionate about breastfeeding and birth? These are our people.)

Tara Livesay at Heartline (okay, fine, Troy, you, too…). You know how sometimes you just have an inexplicable heart-connection? Yeah. That.

Seeing real bananas growing in a tree – and eating one. Do you KNOW what a banana really tastes like?

Rebuilding and progress, painful step by step.

Bean garden plots growing in the hillsides.

A Haitian community that prioritizes their own needs after the earthquake, and builds the homes for each other, most vulnerable first.

Mist on the mountains.

Listening to “How Great Thou Art” in Creole being sung the middle of a tent city.

Classrooms of children reciting multiplications tables.

Tap-taps for transportation.

The amazingly choreographed dance of chaotic near-miss oh-sweet-Jesus-I’m-about-meet-you traffic in Port au Prince.

Sharing one of my greatest fears in a van ride and then, less than two hours later, being asked to do THAT VERY THING. PSA: God likes to call your bluff. Fearless took on a new right-now meaning this morning. (More on this later…)

The humble and collaborative hearts of this small community-to-community team at Help One Now. Seriously LOVE these guys even as they push me so far out of my comfort zone – daily – here.

Having my notions of The Poor and Haiti dismantled by the very real and very lovely voices, hands, feet, guts, stories, and hearts of my new friends.

The possibility of coming back again with my husband and tinies.


I return to Canada – and more reasonable weather – tomorrow. Cannot wait to hug and kiss my babies but I’ll be carrying Haiti in my heart forever.

You can sponsor a child at Yahve Shamma orphanage right now. (Yes, you can even sponsor sweet Manita.) They are real kids, nd this is a small, personal project – I know them now. Your Christmas card will be tucked under a pillow here.

Or you can hold a garage sale for orphans with your friends or church or community. The idea is pretty simple (and incredible):

  1. Sell stuff in a garage sale.
  2. Give the money you raise to a specific project with Help One Now like adding to the school at Yahve Shamma (in addition to orphanage, they also run the neighbourhood school for more than 150 kids…yeah. Seriously.)
  3. Help orphans as a community.

Photos courtesy of the talented Molly Donovan Burpo and Scott WadeYou can follow our Twitter and Instagram feeds at #Help1Haiti

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