Ernst

Meet Ernst. He is 26 years old. He came to the clinic Lori and I went to desperately hoping for help. When I saw him first, he was sitting on the ground with most of his arm gone. His wound was open, flesh dangling off and bones sticking out. He had hemostats dangling off the stub clamping veins to help the bleeding. His arm was over a big plastic tub, dripping blood into a pile of medical garbage. He sat up, alert waiting to be helped. He was strong, young. Seemed very hopeful and determined. He was friendly with everyone, smiled and winked at me. That was at about 11am Thurs when we arrived at the clinic. He sat there all day, eventually got moved onto a table where he was able to lie down. There were Quite a few Haitian doctors who had come by the time we got there. They were prioritizing those who needed attention right away and those who's limbs they could save. Ernst at this point waited. Along side him was a man, probably a brother and his sister. They slept and sat with him all night. They prayed. They cried. They waited. I watched them on and off as I worked. Often someone would pass by and offer to pray with him- every time that happened the 3 of them would huddle into each other, heads touching and pray. They did not speak English, so I imagine they were praying in their heads their own prayer as the person with them prayed for Ernst. The sun came up, Lori and I hadn't slept and he begin looking worse. His sister kept telling us that his breathing was bad and that he needed medicine. Lori checked him and he seemed to be breathing ok.

Ernst hadn't slept very much and when morning came he was sitting on his table. He didn't want to lay down because he noticed it bled less when he sat. He began to bleed a lot more and you could see in his demeanor that he wasn't feeling well. As I watched him, I noticed he began to look at his arm often. It's like he hadn't seen it yet. He was in shock- he realized how bad it actually was. He was scared. There was a doctor who was supposed to amputate his arm, and Lori and I sterilized the equipment and got it all ready. At one point there were so many people there they had to clear it out. Only one person could be in there for every two patients. His sister got kicked out. I went outside to get supplies and saw her sitting in the grass crying. She called to me but I kept walking to go get the supplies. After I go the supplies I went back outside and saw Ernst's sister crouched down on the ground, and went and sat next to her.

I asked her if she was alright. She told me that she couldn't stand. Her stomach was sick-

she was so sad. I told her that the doctors were going as fast as they could and were going to

help him soon. She started to pray:

God, this is not right. He is so strong. He has so much hope. He works, he is in school. He takes

care of his family. He is so determined and works hard. There is so much pain in our country.

There are so many hurting. There are too many dead. We know you hear us now. Tell us what

to do now. I am listening- we are listening. Don't forget our country.

The whole time she was praying I sat next to her. I wasn't praying. I was listening, and

watching. And learning... learning how a Christian should pray. How to be faithful to our God

through the worst of the worst and through whatever comes at us. To be humble, and honest,

and real. I tried to comfort her as much as I can. Tried to fill her in on what the doctors had

talked about doing for Ernst (amputation) because she had notices them picking out a saw.

Told her that the doctors only wanted the best for the people here and they were going to do the

best for Enoch.

I went in and he was still sitting there. His wound open, he was obviously tired and hurting and

scared. Lori and I were both worried about the amount of blood he was loosing and Lori

dressed the stub to try to decrease the bleeding. Zach came and it was time for us to leave.

He let us take his picture. Ernst asked to come with us. We had to go. We hadn't slept, and

couldn't do anything for him but pray. It was not fun leaving. It felt horrible. I said goodbye to

his sister and told her I'd be praying for them.

We don't know if the doctor showed up. He was there earlier that morning and left. We

could tell he was not comfortable doing the amputation alone, but there was no one else

willing/able. We don't know what happened to Ernst. I do know that I will never forget him and

his sister and the way they prayed faithfully to our creator.

just a taste

There's no way to describe this week... these pictures are nothing compared to what I've seen and what's out there, they are just a taste:

Lori and I went to a clinic in Port to help out. We left here Thursday morning and got back last night around 3. We didn't sleep for 36 hours. I can't share that experience right now. There are few clinics and not enough supplies for the ones that exist. A jail collapsed and many of the inmates survived and are out on the streets. There is looting and stealing going on in port. People in many areas are starting to run out of food and water. Most Haitians are living in tents made of cloth and sticks or are sleeping in huge open areas. Many children are orphaned. Mass graves are being dug. One of those is between Cazale and Port, where they are trucking out thousands of bodies to. The stench in Port of death is indescribable. RHFH is so blessed to have a water system and food right now. Please continue to pray. Military relief is on its way and trying to find places to port and places to set up. People are coming together to help, and the prayers are felt. Donations are high, and are a blessing. Thanks for the support and prayers. I know that through all this God is good and am reminded that nothing on this earth is permanent. He has provided what we need through grace and sharing that with others is an honor and a Our focus is on God and all he has to offer; nothing else matters.

¹⁹"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. ²⁰But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. ²¹For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

the day after, but the work is just beginning...

The earthquake took people's homes, families, and affected everyone. Last night short after the quake a woman was carried in on a bed from down the street and brought to the clinic. She was an older woman who died later that night... she has many more broken bones and internal injuries from her house falling on her.

Some pics from the improvised outdoor clinic in the yard today:

Thank God for the clinic here. For Lori and her staff in the clinic whom not only do their work in times of crisis, but every day of their lives. And for Licia- the kids and all of us evacuated to outside last night for safety and are tonight as well. Many of the walls have cracked in both the clinic and the Rescue Center and things were a mess last night. Aftershocks are still occurring now and then, we are all going to try to get some sleep tonight. Many of the staff have lost their homes and some family members were in Port. Many people all over Haiti are unaccounted for and the stories we hear of Port are horrid. People are dead and dying all over the streets and it is not pretty. A couple of the patients who came today had come from Port- it'll be a long time until this country even begins to recover. Please keep Haiti in your prayers- thats the best thing we can do right now.

"But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you."

Psalm 39:7

damage around cazale

Medika Mamba Program

A part of my nightly routine has become measuring out Medika Mamba for the kids who are malnourished. Medika Mamba is made in Haiti and is a peanut butter packed with everything a child needs to gain weight. The kids on the program change SO fast- it is truly amazing to witness. It is measured out according to their weight and in the Rescue Center they are fed their bowl 6 times a day or until they are finished. If a child were to only eat their bowl of peanut butter and nothing else they would still gain weight- cool, huh?

So the chart for amounts is in kgs and tablespoons... before I left for Christmas we had 32 kids on the program. It took a long time to knead the peanut butter (it usually comes very hard with the oil separated from the peanuts) and then measure out each child's peanut butter in tablespoons as they get anywhere from 4-22 tbsp of it each day. A group had come and was helping me to do this every night and one member from the group made my job 100 times easier by sending me these measuring cups:

Medika Mamba- you have met your match! They are amazing... Thank you Karen!!!

While I was home I also got new bowls. The old ones were often cracking and tape didn't stick to them. The tape sticks to much better and also has saved me so much time at night! Anyone who got me a target card- Thank you so much! Don, nana, aunt barbara, peter and xandi- thanks :)

old bowls:

new bowls:

a day at the beach

We went to the beach yesterday and had an AMAZING time. The boys were so excited, and so was I. It was the first time I've been to a beach in Haiti and couldn't have been nicer. Definitely a day I'll remember and I'm so glad I got to spend the day relaxing with everyone here...

Our God is an awesome God...

We almost all got lobster (I had never had it- and it was interesting... did you know you have to basically tear the creature apart to eat it?) Carmelo ate my leftovers.

i can't wait...

-to be in warm weather again

-to go back to where my heart is

-to love on some kids I've missed for what feels like months

-to teach again

-to go on daily walks after school

-to give kids goodnight kisses before I go to bed every night

-to eat rice and beans

-to go home...

13 hours :)

just one thing will be missing

Nickenson died on Christmas, he and 4 other kids died on Christmas eve and Christmas day... I miss him but feel blessed and honored to have been a part of his short life. He deserved more than what I could offer. Lori and Licia did everything they could do and I am SO grateful for their work in Haiti; and LOVE being even just a little part of it.