Beth in Haiti

Please join me as we bring hope to a nation in need!

Monday, May 31, 2010

A Big Day

Yesterday was just another normal Sunday at the Mission of Hope- NOT!!! I should know better than to expect that by now. But what I thought was going to be just a relaxing day planning for my last week turned into so much more.

To start off, this past Friday was Mother's Day here in Haiti so church turned into an all-out, 3 hour celebration. It started off with normal praise and worship and somehow turned into a Haitian game show, complete with catchy music, cheering and dancing up and down the aisles. Granted, it took me until about thirty minutes into the game to understand what was actually happening, but once I caught on, I realized that this Bible trivia was going to last a long time. About an hour later, the game was wrapping up and all the mothers were called to the stage for special recognition. Imagine my surpise when all of the Hope House children tried to pull me on stage with the rest of the moms, claiming that I was their "manmie" too. Let me tell you, there aren't many greater feelings than that!

After church many of us rushed upstairs to start making food for our big day. Since it was my last weekend with the children, I planned a special beach day for them, the mommies and the supervisors to show them how grateful I was for allowing me into their family for so long. With the help of many people here at the mission, we were able to make a picnic lunch for over 100 people, get changed for the beach and load all of those 100 people (sixty of those being crazy, excited children) onto a bus headed for the beach in just over thirty minutes. I don't think I officially caught my breath until this morning!

Miseline and Chrismene during their long-lasting water fight

What a wonderful time at the beach! I don't think I can even explain the sense of joy I felt to watch the mommies dip their toes in the water and the kids jumping in the waves, completely carefree for a few hours. Even the bus ride home was filled with excitement. Although we had at least four people in each seat and the aisles filled with supplies and people, it didn't stop the kids from singing and dancing the entire way home- what an amazing ending to an amazing journey! After all of the minor setbacks, frustrating days and change of plans, it was such a treat to spend some uninterrupted time together.
Esther was very proud of her fancy bathing suit

Thank you to everyone who helped make our beach day a success and also to everyone back home who has supported me throughout this time!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Wrapping Up

I cannot believe that I only have a week left here; I'm not sure how I will be able to leave these kids and this place that has become such a home these past months.

While I thought about what to share this week, I couldn't help but think back to the beginning of this jounrey. Although it has flown by as a whole, the first few weeks seem like decades ago. I couldn't help but laugh thinking about my first week where my only English-speaking assitance was out with malaria, I was making worksheets and copying them by hand and honestly spent all of my free time figuring out how to even begin English classes with no common language and students ecompassing every skill level possible.

It's hard to even imagine those days now. My relationship with both the children and the mommies have come so far that figuring out what to teach is almost instantaneous and the daily setbacks have become more humorous than frustrating. As a person who always "needs" for everything to go exactly according to plan, Haiti has taught me wonderful life lessons. Even if the speaker for the movie doesn't work for the first thirty minutes or we have to start class an hour late because a study group has decided to use the only open classroom, the kids are still just as happy that we are spending time together. It really puts things in perspective.

Each and every child at the Hope House is special to me in their own way. It's very refreshing and almost overwhelming to feel such constant and unconditional love at all times from people who didn't even know you this time last year. It will be a struggle to leave knowing that I won't be rushed by a mob of children calling me cow (Bef) every morning or pulling on my hair, arguing over which one gets to braid it that day.

I am officially Haitian- I've got the hair to prove it!

I am so thankful for my time here in Haiti. This is a special place that can not be left in the past; Haiti will always hold a special place in my heart and will be visitied often. I have made so many zanmi pou toujou (friends forever) that this will always be a second home.

Me with my wonderful staff friends on our mountain climb.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Precious little Angelie

Over a week ago, a man came into the clinic with his very sick infant daughter. He never gave her name, but it was obvious from the beginning that she was very sick and malnourished, not even able to lift her head or move her legs. While waiting to be seen, the father handed his daughter off, saying he needed to use the restroom, and never came back.

From that point on, this precious little girl has been living at the Ward, constantly watched by the mommies at the orphanage and different nurses. She was given the name Angelie and is getting stronger everyday. Now eating rice and beans, she can move her feet and suck her thumb. While it would be ideal for Angelie to spend time at the Hope House with the other children, she is not yet strong enough to survive without constant care. I had never before held a baby that wasn't strong enough to move on its own or even open its eyes for more than a few seconds.

Please pray for Angelie as the Mission of Hope is trying to decide the best situation for her. While it would be possible for her to become a Hope House kid, certain papers are needed and without the family present, there is no telling how long that process could take. Angelie is a beautiful little girl and it breaks my heart that anyone could leave their child behind, especially her. But I am confident that she will receive better care and will be able to thrive more here than she would living in poverty. This is truly a blessing in disguise.

Time to Pray!

This week is incredibly eventful and has been much anticipated. Today is Flag Day, the Haitian equivalent to the 4th of July and the kids have not had school both yesterday and today. On top of that, the OU girls basketball team is here to have a basketball camp with the kids all week; meaning that for the past two days, I have just been able to spend quality time at the Hope House with those precious children. But in the midst of all the excitement, I am constantly reminded that this place needs to be lifted up in prayer at all times; and the moment I let my guard down is when this hits me the most.

Nicole and me at the river in Cabaret

On Friday, my good friend Nicole, one of the oldest girls at the Hope House, came to me with the news that her brother, only 19 years old, had been killed that day. She was surprisingly calm, as if this wasn't a new situation for her or anyone involved, which is extremely saddening to me. His funeral was yesterday and she was still back in time for our special Flag Day movie night, ready to converse with her friends. The strength that the people of Haiti have is incredible; but I have begun to notice that this "strength" that I have admired in them for so long is almost a hardening of their hearts. Living in a place with so much pain and suffering, many of them have become so hardened that it is hard for them to feel any pain at all.

The next day, I visited the Good Samartian orphanage in Cabaret. Despite it's name, it was one of the worst excuses for an orphanage I had ever seen. While most of their buildings had been destroyed by the earthquake and all of the kids were huddled under a tarp, half-dressed, bathing in the same dirty river from which they were drinking. Some were so sick and weak that they couldn't even swat the flies and gnats away from their face. But of course, these children weren't in plain sight, they were hidden behind closed doors so we couldn't easily see them. Coming from the Hope House where the kids are joyful because they are loved and nourished, it was heart-wrenching to see these children. They were eerily silent because they didn't have the energy to express any sort of emotion and could barely gather up the strength to sing a simple song with us. These are the times when I wonder- what else can be done? There has to be a solution...

Kids at the Good Samartian orphanage- this boy didn't move from that spot the entire afternoon

Sunday is usually a day of rest here at the mission. The clinic is closed so even the doctors and nurses are able to attend church, go to lunch and then relax. But this past Sunday was by far a different story. Just as it was starting to get dark, Tap-Taps (the Haitian version of a taxi) poured into the gates of the Mission of Hope, bringing half-conscious people up the the clinic. After looking in one of the trucks, I realized that most of them were American. On a trip down one of the mountains right next to the mission, a truck carrying a group of around 25 Americans and a few Haitians lost its breaks, swerving down the hill and eventually rolling the rest of the way down. All of the doctors, nurses and even physical therapists rushed to their aid while I helplessly sat above the clinic, watching people pour in without any skin left on their faces or rocks stuck in their skulls. It is times like these that I fail to understand God's plan for the situation. I have always been told that God will protect me while I am here in Haiti- "I am doing wonderful things and he will watch after me". But these people from Illinois were here for the same purpose; and with their flight the next morning, they just wanted to take a casual drive through the mountains. I thought about all of the families that weren't even informed that their loved ones were in danger. All I could do was pray.

After three people were taken directly to Miami by helicopter that night, the rest of the group miraculously made their flight back home the next morning. While many are still in critical condition, everyone survived the gruesome accident. There was one leg and one hand amputation but lives were not lost. I still cannot comprehend how a woman can get on a flight in the morning when she was convinced she was at a WalMart with George Bush Sr. as the president the night before. That is the power of prayer.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Constant Reminders

Clara and me at church on Sunday

WOW!! Another week in Haiti has flown by and I've honestly lost track... it seems like it was just yesterday that the Hope House kids were running up to the truck to greet me upon my arrival.

English classes were very successful this week. My youngest classes now know the days of the week, months of the year and numbers to 100; along with many fun English songs that we practice during class and then sing together at movie nights. My oldest class is really getting into the book Holes, and after reading on Wednesday, the kids wouldn't get out of their chairs... they wanted to read more and sat there until I agreed to "just one more chapter." The mommies are now having small conversations in English with eachother during class and are excited after class to teach me some Creole.

Volleyball at the Hope House is starting to get pretty competative and I LOVE it! Of course, time spent playing with the little ones is very carefree. We will bump and set across the net and I love watching the kids jump for joy when the ball goes in the right direction. But when the older kids step on the court, it's time to get serious! Just like any regular game, there's arguing over bad calls, cheering during exciting points, and even a little bit of light-hearted smack-talking. I am so glad that the children are loving this sport in which I have invested so much of my time throughout my life. Even with a language barrier, I am constantly finding more common interests that strengthen my relationship with each child.


While most of my time is spent with the wonderful children at the Hope House, I do go out into town a few times a week and it is always a reminder that while the kids I am teaching are so joyful and thankful for how they live, right outside the walls of the Mission of Hope, a nation is still writhing from disaster.

Just last weekend, I was taken on a trip into Port au Prince to visit some of the other hospitals in Haiti. On our way, we stopped at the mass graves right outside the village of Titanyen where it has been said that 100,000 people are buried. Although it is a very powerful place to visit, it did not quite hit me that so much heartache was buried here until I looked down to see the skull of a child laying carelessly next to my feet with its vertebrae and ribs scattered a few feet away. What a sad reminder of how many people were tossed there, without a proper burial, because the death toll was so overwhelmingly high. Visiting the hospitals was another reality-check for me and the smell of death is a memory I will never forget. It is something that I smelled upon arriving at both hospitals in Port au Prince and was almost too overwhelming to stand when I walked through the morgues. I could not believe that people were strewn across the streets outside the morgue, fresh out of a surgery that was done in a room without a ceiling.

So many amazing things are happening in this nation. Although it is hard to see that there is still so much suffering happening today, it is definitely a motivation that the work happening here is not in vain. Going out into the villages makes me thank God even more that the amazing children at the Hope House are giving the opportunity to thrive in an environment where they are given nutrition, education and an opportunity to build a relationship with Christ. I truly believe that these kids will be the leaders of the next generation here in Haiti.

Wilner, Macline, Mansado, Samuel and Thamara-

Some of the beautiful Hope House kids

Monday, May 10, 2010

Rachel #2

Hello everyone!
Sorry for my absence on my blog lately; unfortunately, my computer has fried and is on it's way back to Austin to see if it can be salvaged. Until then, I will do my best to keep everyone updated as often as possible.

Each week is going by faster than the last as I get more comfortable and confident in my classes and in my relationships with the children. Word must be getting out about English classes at the Hope House since I had multiple members of the church approach me yesterday about possibly attending my class with the mommies in the mornings. What an amazing thing to see all of these people, in the face of adversity, so willing to learn new languages and interact with everyone that is here to help! My classes with the mommies have been truly inspirational. Everyday we cover a different concept and the next day, they are eager to show me that they grasp it perfectly! They now know simple greetings, days of the weeks, months of the year, seasons, colors, numbers to 100, the alphabet, fruits & vegetables, parts of the body, how to tell time, and many past present and future verbs.

The kids classes are going smoothly as well. They are excited to learn and my main problem with them is keeping kids from going to more classes than the ones they are assigned! (I'm not too sure, but I'm pretty positive this isn't a bad problem). In my most advanced class we are reading the book Holes. Each day before we read, the students are successfully able to summarize the previous day's reading and answer comprehension questions. They are very excited to watch the movie when we finally complete the book :-)

The longer I am here, the more responsibilities I am given with the Hope House and I am loving it! From passing out the children's report cards to emailing information to their sponsors to distributing donations, I love that I am able to be here to help. Jean Marc, one of the older Hope House boys, decided today that I need to just stay forever and be Rachel #2. That is quite a flattering statement considering all that Rachel has done for the kids and how long she has been living here.

It has been raining more this week than it has been in the past so nights are a lot cooler- thankfully :-). I am definitely getting used to the heat, the long walks and the cold showers and sometimes almost forget I am in Haiti until I witness things like Friday night when my Hope House boys were hot-wiring a speaker so we could have sound for our movie night when we lost the correct cord. In situations like those, I always tell myself- "Only in Haiti!" :-)
Roseline was not happy on our walk by the river in Cabaret!
5 minutes later, she fell asleep.

As always, I thank all of you for continuing to pray for me on this journey. It is crazy that my trip is already halfway over and while I look forward to returning and sharing my stories, I will also be anticipating my trip back as soon as possible.

Monday, May 3, 2010

A Speedbump During English

Cracks being fixed at the guest house-->

Today was my first time experiencing a substantial aftershock here in Haiti. For me, it is simply a weird feeling, like I've lost my balance or feel dizzy for an extended period of time; but for all of the children at the Hope House, it is a reminder of the fear, panic and distruction that was experienced on January 12.

The first one came at 1 this morning, which was around a 4.0 on the Richter scale but luckily, many people slept right through it. The second one came around lunchtime when the children were in school and the third, unfortunately, came during my first English class of the day with the children around 2:20pm. Praise the Lord, my class was busy running and jumping around, singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" so they did not feel the aftershock; but sadly, the story was not the same for the rest of the children. I had the youngest kids in class with me while the older ones were busy changing out of their uniforms from school. They all

rushed out of the Hope House, panicked, while the older ones screamed to the younger kids to get out during this 4.4 aftershock.

This was a wakeup call for me; helping me understand that even though these children portray so much joy and happiness on a daily basis, they are still crippled by the fear of another earthquake and constantly have to live with the reality that it could happen again. While we tried to go back to our normal English classes, it was hard to even get the children to enter a classroom comfortably and shutting the door was definitely out of the question. I personally have no problem with modifying my classes to make the children feel more comfortable. I just pray (and hope you will pray as well) that they will be able to gradually find peace and safety here. I pray for a day that they won't have to worry about a building falling on them and won't have to always check to make sure there's a quick exit. It was crushing to listen to Jean-Marc, a 16-year-old boy at the Hope House tell me that if there is a bad aftershock while he is in school, he will surely die because his classroom is farthest from the stairs. It breaks my heart that this is the reality for these children but I am also thankful that through all of their struggling, they are able to find joy in the Lord and be a wittness even to me.

Jean Marc and Jacqueson right before the aftershock

I thank all of you who have continued to read my blog and pray for this nation. Today helped me realize just how much help and prayer these people still need. Even though we drift farther away from the day of the earthquake, these people are still hurting and asking for our help.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

A Wonderful Week

This week was a wonderful, crazy, hectic success. Without Rachel here, I have been left in the fast lane, submersed in a language I can't quite understand yet. Starting on Monday, I had five English classes: one with the mommies in the morning and four after school with the Hope House children. After overcoming many obstacles such as having to communicate in Spanish to translate my thoughts into Creole, finding a classroom and attempting to use a broken copier, I was finally ready for my classes. Although all of the setbacks were frustrating and time-consuming, the joy that the children and mommies showed on their faces was completely worth all of the preparation. Something as simple as teaching the little kids how to say "what is your name?, My name is..." sent them into a frenzy of giggles and dancing.

Classes with the mommies are truly inspiring. Even after our hour-filled class, they are still begging me to review so that class can last a little longer. During class, they hang on every word, writing it all down and repeating each sentence that is said. Something so simple as school that we oftentimes take for granted and almost dread is such a treat to them. Although planning for each class can take a substantial amount of time (due to the fact that I don't have resources a normal "school" would have), everything is put into perspective when the little kids can finally sing their ABCs and months of the year perfectly and the older ones are reciting Mark 12:30 in English by heart.

Friday was one of my most interesting days thusfar. In the morning, I attended my first Haitian wedding of my friend Joseph Volcy. Apparently I was not prepared for what was to come as the ceremony was filled with the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack, Celine Dion songs on repeat, bridesmaids dancing down the aisle and flower girls throwing Starbursts at the wedding guests.

Flower girls at Volcy's wedding

After the wedding, it was time for my English classes with the kids. Instead of having regular class, we met in the church and had our first practice as a bell choir. Thanks to a nurse from Austin, I was able to start this with the kids and they absolutely adored it. Hopefully we will be playing in church sometime before I leave so that will definitely be something for the kids to look forward to!! Later that night it was my first movie night in charge. Alvin & The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel was the kids' choice and it was absolutely incredibly to watch both the children and mommies alike fall out of their seats laughing and have Emmanuela fall asleep on my lap. :-)

Iverson and Esther excited for movie night

On a side note, thank you all again and again for the wonderful teaching supplies! They just arrived today with the new team from Austin and the kids will be absolutely FLOORED to see all of the new supplies. As always, please continue to pray! It is such a wittness to me to hear that people back home are continuously remembering to pray for this mission. Thank you all for your support.


Sunday, April 25, 2010

First Weekend

Wow, it has been a crazy three days and they have gone by like a whirlwind!!! Friday night was movie night with the children- something they look forward to all week and something I will be in charge of while Rachel is in Austin. You can tell which movies have been playing recently at the Hope House because all you hear when nearing the orphanage are High School Musical tunes being sung and it is not out of the ordinary to see kids in the courtyard practicing their karate moves since they have recently seen The Karate Kid.

On Saturday night, we had a Christmas party with the Hope House kids. For three years now, a team from Canada has been filling up a backpack for each child and delivering them during their very own Christmas party. All of the kids call one man Papa Noel (Santa Claus) because he has a white beard, so he was dressed up in a full Santa suit, allowing each of the kids a turn to sit on his lap and receive their backpack. Each child was so excited to get their gifts and two of the older children, Jean Marc and Nicole, thanked the Canadian team with a beautiful song at the end.

Today was my first Sunday in Haiti and my first experience at the Church of Hope. It was beautiful to see all of the Haitian families from miles around come into the packed church to sing and dance as if nobody else was around. After church, I had my first experience riding on a Tap Tap- the Haitian version of a taxi- which is basically an old pickup truck with a canopy built over the bed that people tap when they want the driver to stop. We ate lunch in a town call Source Matla at a restuarant call Gwapapa Poul- Big Daddy Chicken. It was a great experience to see the people in the town and have the children following us yelling some of the only English words they know- "hey you, bring me candy!!" :-)

I have been doing a lot of preparation this weekend because tomorrow is my first day of English classes with the kids!!! I will have four separate classes in the afternoons of Monday, Wednesday and Friday which will include all of the kids ranging in their different skill levels from 2-4:30pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I will have volleyball lessons with the kids. They are all very excited as we are having volleyball poles permanently cemented into the ground at the Hope House tomorrow morning and will have a big volleyball tournament the weekend before I return home. It is precious to see the kids run up and yell "Bef, bump!!!" whenever they see me because they hope that I have brought a volleyball. In addition to all of my classes with the children, the "mommies" (women who take care of the kids at the orphanage) have asked if I would be willing to do a short class with them as well. I will be teaching them in the mornings while the kids are at school and they are very eager to learn.

I have many pictures and videos to share with all of you that might have to wait until I am back home to load- the lack of speed of the internet here has been a problem but I cannot wait for y'all to see these precious children!! Also, please pray for a young man here on a Kansas City team who broke his ankle tonight. He is getting an emergency flight back home tomorrow to surgically fix his leg as it was broken in three places. As always, thank you all for your love and support! I will post pictures as soon as I can :-)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

First Day Back In Haiti

Today was my first full day back in Haiti and I cannot believe how much better everything already looks after only a month- everyone's efforts are definitely making a difference. I arrived in Port-au-Prince yesterday and walked into an actual airport; not outside benches placed randomely on the cement with people hoping to get a flight, a real airport!!! When I walked into the Church of Hope yesterday, all of the kids turned and smiled and I could hear them whispering "Bef is back!!" It was so heartwarming that they still remembered me after all this time and I cannot wait to get started with my English classes on Monday.

For the rest of the week, I am helping with school in the mornings. God is so good!!!- the first thing the children of the missionaries do in the morning is recite their memory verse for the week before starting their lessons. Ana and Mina, twin girls who are in the process of being adopted and are learning English, got up in front of the class and perfectly recited Jeremiah 29:11, my favorite verse that has helped me through so much this past year. I could not believe it!

I have had such interesting experiences already! I drove an ambulance around the mission for the first time last night because they needed someone who can drive a standard. :-) I am also helping Rachel (who runs the orphanage) plan their "Christmas in July" party for the Hope House orphans on Friday afternoon.

Thank you all so very much for your love and support. All of you have been such a critical part in this journey and I would not be here without all of your prayers!!!

Monday, April 5, 2010

A Miracle For Job

Job in Haiti

While in Haiti, I met a wonderful little boy named Job. Although he is very small and weighs only 36 pounds, his dental records say that he is somewhere around 11 years old. This boy was born with a rare and unforunate disease; an allergy to the sun. Unfortunately, life in Haiti does not accomodate for this sort of misfortune as most Haitians do not have sufficient shelter and spend a majority of the year in over 90 degree weather. On top of his sickness, Job also contracted a harsh staph infection in his eye, eventually causing the loss of the eye and many painful surgeries and procedures.

The pain that Job had to endure in Haiti was almost unbearable to watch as you could hear him weeping throughout the night, crying out for some kind of relief. While the doctors in Haiti did everything they could, they just didn't have the tools necessary to give Job the treatment he needed. After weeks of pain, he was finally given the opportunity of a lifetime! Dell Children's Hospital offered to fly Job to Austin, give him the medical treatment he needed and help save his life.

Job in Austin

Throughout my time in Haiti, I never saw Job smile. When I visited him today, he lept from his bed, greeting me with a hug, a fist pound and the biggest smile I had ever seen. With his infection under control and his nutrition steadily improving, Job was literally dancing for joy when I saw him today. Job's story is nothing short of miraculous. This little boy who would have suffered through a short and painful life in Haiti without proper medical attention is not spreading his contagious laugh throughout the entire hospital and thriving in his new situation. Thank you everyone at Dell Children's Hospital!!!

Initial Trip to Haiti

My first trip to Haiti was one of the craziest experiences of my life. Getting the call asking me to leave for Haiti only a day before departure and flying on a private jet to a third world country are definitely not conventional practices for missions trips. I was warned of the destruction that this nation suffered; but I honestly did not fully understand until I saw it with my own eyes- people sleeping under bedsheets as their only shelter, government buildings crumbled to the ground and mile after mile of rubble piled on the side of the road.

The first day was definitely overwhelming. I felt out of my element in a culture that I did not understand surrounded by people speaking a language that I could not comprehend; but almost overnight I felt a transformation. Without clean water to bathe or air conditioning, I experienced a sense of joy from these Haitian people that I had never known. Not only are the children at the Hope House orphans, but they have also recently felt extreme loss and fear in their community from the earthquake. While they cannot go back to school because their buildings have been cracked and they have lost many loved ones, they are still more joyful than any child I have met. Whether they are playing jacks with pebbles or basketball with an crushed up can, they are constantly smiling and laughing. Although these children had only known me for a few days, they displayed an unconditional love for me: moving me to the shade when the sun became too extreme, looking after my personal belongings if I was busy with a task and taking time to ask me about my life.

I fell in love not only with the Mission of Hope, but also with the children. At this point, I was able to accept an invitation to return on April 20 without hesitation to teach English at the Hope House orphanage and coordinate activities with the children. I am currently anxiously awaiting my return to Haiti but have much to prepare in the meantime. Please continue to pray for me, these children and the Mission of Hope as it continues to bring hope to a nation in need!

The Mission of Hope in Haiti

Mission of Hope has been in Haiti since 1988. It is a 100-acre compound just a few miles down the road from where a mass grave was dug for over 40,000 Haitians who lost their lives during the earthquake. On the compound there is an orphanage, school, medical clinic, nutritional/health aid, church, etc. Before the earthquake, the Mission of Hope fed almost 40,000 people daily... after the earthquake, those numbers leaped to 400,000 and are steadily at around 100,000 still today. Every morning, Haitians from the surrounding villages rush into the gates of the Mission of Hope to receive free treatment for fatal illnesses and injuries that occured during the earthquake (2 months after the fact, some people are just now arriving to get help).

Around 1,200 children come from the villages to attend the school at the Mission of Hope.... These kids are sponsored by Americans who give them an opportunity to receive free schooling, a nutritious lunch and a stable background. Approximately 50 children live in the Hope House orphanage on site and also receive the same schooling. The orphanage suffered a lot of damage during the earthquake, causing the boy's side of the building to becoming unliveable, forcing them to move into the school for the time being.

To learn more about the Mission of Hope organization, what they are doing to bring help to this nation, and how to sponsor a child, please visit their website.