Freedom of Speech

So, I started writing the next installment of the One Year in the Promise House series, this time about J and K, and this just came out instead.

J and K came to live at Children of the Promise (COTP) years before I did, when they were still babies, and have been some of the few constants in an ever changing landscape over the last five years.  Before coming to be the nurse at COTP, I had very little experience with kids with special needs, but I quickly grew to love these two boys and their friends.  I learned a lot from them, about God, about myself, about humility, about unconditional love.  And in no small part because of them, I found my voice.  Perhaps related to being a middle child, I definitely had a go-with-the-flow attitude, and would rather be at peace with those I loved and others around me than share my opinion.  To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I had an opinion about many things.  I was already starting to delve into this part of myself before coming to Haiti, but there’s something about being with someone who actually doesn’t have a voice that puts your own vocal discovery on fast forward.  How could I keep quiet when these children I cared so deeply about needed to be heard?  How could I let them stagnate without getting the therapy they needed?  How could I let the rain drip on them through holes in the roof while they tried to sleep night after night?

The verse God has pressed into my heart since the beginning of this journey is Galatians 5:13, “You, my brothers, were called to be free.  But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love.”  We are free.  Free to have an opinion.  Free to have a voice.  At least in some parts of the world, we have freedom of speech.  But how do we use our freedom?  To shout our opinions from the rooftops, our own needs and desires from the mountaintops?  To shame and slander those who disagree with us or whose needs and desires compete with ours?  Or do we use our freedom to give a voice to the voiceless?  To advocate fiercely for the oppressed, the forgotten, the downtrodden?  To serve one another in love?  To serve one another humbly in love?  An important distinction, that is.  I’m quite certain the passage does not say “do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, speak up for others so you look like a good person.”  My boys, J, K have taught me much about truly selfless love.  Not to say I’m always that great at it, but that it is worth striving for, that I will never stop trying to serve them humbly in love.

God has given me a voice, I know this now.  And I know that He has called me to use that voice to speak up for children in Haiti with special needs, to make sure that those considered weaker and less honorable are treated with special honor (1 Corinthians 12:23), to serve J and K and their friends humbly in love.  And now that I know this, I will not waste my freedom, I will not choose another path.

I choose to believe that many of you are already using your freedom to serve others humbly in love.  Please tell us how you’ve been called to use your freedom, who you are giving a voice to, who you are serving humbly in love.  Not to pat yourself on the back, but to set a spark or fan the flame in someone else, to encourage one another, and to give praise to the One who called us to be free.

I also believe that some of you have yet to discover your voice, or have yet to discern how best to use it.  Pray (or meditate or think); who does your heart break for?  Who is oppressed, forgotten, or downtrodden and you simply can’t stand to see things continue as they are?  What are you going to do about it?  How will you use your freedom?


Posted by on February 15, 2017 in Haitian Reflections, Life in Haiti, Prayer, Sheila


One Year in the Promise House – Part 2

I’m sure what you all really want to read about are updates on our kids, and I love few things more than sharing about our precious little ones.  I should make a disclaimer that though this month (February 8, to be exact) marks one year for Wilson and I in the Promise House, most of the kids have been in the Promise House for two years.  J is the exception as he moved in a little while after the others.  He turned 5 this year which we celebrated with a fun trip to the pool at a nearby hotel.  As his birthday is in August, it marked the halfway point of our year and was a good checkpoint to see how far we had come.

J was a very late walker, and I believe had only been walking a few months when we moved in.  He had the most adorable waddle and would’ve fit right in with Mr. Popper’s penguins.  Over the last year, his walking has gotten much steadier and he now transitions easily between surfaces and terrains.  He has pretty much mastered climbing the playground ladder and can go down the slide all on his own.  Our oldest, L, likes to try helping him up the small inclined rock wall on the other side of the play structure and while he was quite terrible at this at first, he’s actually looking like he might make it up one of these days.  For his birthday, he got a tricycle, the plastic big wheels kind, and at first could barely keep his balance to even sit on it.  He would usually just find his way to the nearest stable object so he could pull himself up and get off.  But now, he will scoot around on that tricycle for an hour at a time.  He still hasn’t figured out pedaling, but his balancing and steering are on point.  The next skill J needs to master is to stand up without pulling on something.  His much preferred method of standing is to plop his bottom on the ground if he is sitting on something and then scoot to the nearest person or piece of furniture and pull himself up.  Now he is able to stand up when sitting on a low stool and if he’s on all fours, he can get into a bear position and then stand up, we just need to get him from his bottom to his hands and knees and he’ll be all set!

Many of the skills we work on with J and the other kids are meant to foster their independence.  Aside from mobility, eating is one area where we’ve been able to do this with J.  A year ago, J was being fed only pureed food.  He would tilt his head back with his mouth open like a little baby bird waiting for mama bird to drop the food in.  He has progressed to regular bite sized pieces of food and with certain foods, like crackers, he can bite off a piece.  When we first started letting him eat with his own hands, he would just pick up every bite and throw it on the ground.  Eventually he started putting them in his mouth, but if he picked up another while his mouth was still full, he would throw the new piece on the ground.  I can’t say he never throws food on the floor anymore but usually I can put a few bites in front of him and he will eat them one at a time.  We’ve done a bit of hand-over-hand with a spoon, but that’s still pretty challenging for J.  He can now drink from a sippy cup without any help, as long as we offer a little guidance to get the cup back on the table when he’s done drinking instead of throwing or dropping it.

By far, experiencing J’s social and emotional progress has been the most wonderful and rewarding.  I read through one of his updates from before we moved in which said he didn’t make eye contact with others.  What I did see in his eyes was a lack of trust, fear, and frustration.  Kids trust fully in their parents, which is why fun games with your little ones include twirling them around and tossing them up in the air.  These activities petrified and paralyzed little J.  His whole body would tense up and try to curl into a ball while he tightly clutched whatever he could.  We took things slowly, allowing his trust to build, and over time we could see him starting to relax, starting to trust us.  It wasn’t long before he was reaching up his hands asking for more and grinning from ear to ear.  J was also very physically aggressive.  It didn’t seem to come from anger, but perhaps frustration at his inability to communicate or just being unaware of his own strength and actions.  For weeks he was pulling out fistfuls of my hair and hitting me or whoever else he came in contact with really hard.  J still gets excited and isn’t always as gentle as he should be, but we see him interacting with the other kids in the house more and more.  He loves to play chase or kick a ball around with M.  He loves to just be a pesky little brother to L, always coming up to him and touching his arm or something, and L is astoundingly patient with him.  And now he’s my best little cuddlebug, nestling his head in my neck and gently stroking my ponytail.  It no longer feels like a grown-up just meeting the basic needs of a young child.  When I’m with our little Jer-Bear (a nickname taken from another little Jer-Bear I adore!) it feels like true love.  I pinch myself all the time because it just doesn’t feel real that I get to be the one taking care of him.

I simply do not understand how our sweet Jer-Bear doesn’t have a forever family yet.  Maybe it’s because they haven’t heard his delightful giggles, or seen his face light up when someone he loves walks in the room, or felt his tender snuggles.  Maybe they just haven’t heard about him yet, so spread the word.  My heart will break in a thousand pieces when he leaves our home, but what J needs is a family that isn’t trying to meet the needs of so many children with such a high level of need.  He needs a family that will love him unconditionally and do everything possible to help him reach his God-given potential.  What J needs might just be you 😉

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Posted by on February 12, 2017 in Life in Haiti, Uncategorized, Wilson


One Year in the Promise House – Part One

One Year in the Promise House – Part One

One year ago today, Wilson and I arrived back in Haiti to be house parents of the Promise House at Children of the Promise.  We knew we would be caring for 8 kids with special needs, some of whom we knew quite well, some we had only met briefly, but all of whom we had been praying fervently for and preparing our hearts and minds for throughout the previous year.  We were alive with hope, full of dreams and plans, but also anxious about the difficulties we would face, both expected and unforeseen.  We knew one thing for certain; God had placed a call on our hearts that we simply could not ignore.

I wrote to my mom and sister our first night in the Promise House, which I like to read from time to time.  If we don’t look back to where we started, it’s impossible to see how far we’ve come.

“We knew the physical space was less than ideal, but I was more concerned about the location than anything.  We will take pictures tomorrow, because it’s a bit hard to explain the state of things.  The kitchen sink is falling out of its hole in the counter, the dish rags are disgusting, and there are cockroaches everywhere.  In the sink, on the counter, in every crevice of the only 2 dining room chairs that sit at the table.  There is so little food in the house that we didn’t have anything to cook for dinner, so we got leftovers from the volunteers upstairs.  The couch, the old one from the girl’s apartment, is so dirty and is torn to shreds.  The arm rests are just draped open to the wood and cardboard and foam and whatever else a couch is made of.  I haven’t gone in the kids’ bathrooms yet because Wilson warned me of the stench after he checked inside.  According to the nannies, all the kids and nannies beds have bed bugs and nobody sleeps well at night because of it, the kids wake up with bumps all over them.”

This was before we discovered the two mice nests, one in the couch and one in the oven.  Improving the physical space we live in started almost immediately, but it has definitely been more of a marathon than a sprint.  We did kill all 15 mice in our first 2 weeks, and have only a few stray ones since then, which is to be expected when COTP is surrounded by sugar cane fields.  The cockroaches took a few more months to beat, but we are so grateful to be rid of them as well.  The bed bugs are still an issue, though not for lack of trying.  Attacking that issue is one of our goals for the 2017.


sit here to snuggle with our kids??


It took us weeks to get the courage to cook in this kitchen


It’s difficult to bathe a 9-year-old with CP here!

Ridding the house of pests was just the beginning.  Wilson has worked tirelessly on so many other things in the house.  Doorways are now wheelchair accessible.  The two kids’ bathrooms were completely gutted, one to make a laundry and storage room, the other became a completely accessible bathroom with a roll-in shower and padded changing station.  Each child has a hook for their own loofah instead of sharing communally, with the same for towels.  We switched to cloth wipes and are using only cloth diapers as well.  A special sprayer sink was added to rinse off the diapers before putting them in the washing machine.  Clotheslines were installed on the roof so everything dries in just a few hours.  For rainy days, we have a dryer converted to propane, so we can stay on top of the laundry.

16684453_10100330904341955_2122398730_nAfter some deep cleaning in the bedrooms, mattresses were replaced and open-faced closets were added for the kids’ clothes, shoes, and linens.  The worn and stained clothes were replaced with new and new-to-us items that had been sent down on the bus.  All the kids who needed special braces were fitted for them and now have AFO’s for their feet, and hand/wrist/arm braces as needed.

The kitchen got a new sink with some retiling where needed.   The chest freezer that was acting as a fridge, is actually a freezer again as someone had donated a new refrigerator.  Once we got the stove/oven thoroughly cleaned, the oven didn’t actually work, so we inherited one from another house.  Pantry shelves were built and food storage bins were added.  For those who can sit up, appropriate seating has been added to the kitchen table.  A half-wall now separates the kitchen from the living room for the safety of our kids and their growing curiosities.


16652826_10100330909391835_689013740_nThe living room got some new paint and a new couch.  A video projector was installed for family movie nights.  All the kids now have appropriate wheelchairs and we also have mats, bean bags, and exercise balls for play and therapy.  Old and broken toys have been replaced by new, engaging toys, and a library of books now sits in our own bedroom so they are protected from busy little hands between story times.  Fans were fixed and dead or missing light bulbs were replaced.

The backyard has been fenced in, adding a door from the laundry room to the yard.  A cement pad was laid for chairs and a new BBQ that Wilson made from an old propane tank.  A hammock rests between palm trees and a new swing set of special needs swings has been donated.  The initial work has been started on replacing the septic system, another project for 2017.


But a house is not a home without the family who lives in it.  Stay tuned for Part 2 and I’ll tell you all about our kids and the progress they’ve made in the last year!


Posted by on February 8, 2017 in Life in Haiti, Sheila, Wilson


Teacher Needed Urgently

Teacher Needed Urgently

The mission of Children of the Promise is to provide excellent physical, spiritual, emotional, educational, and economic care for at-risk children and families in Haiti, empowering the most vulnerable and disadvantaged.  Vulnerable and disadvantaged are certainly two ways to describe the kids we care for in the Promise House (though we do not believe these words define them!). Slowly but surely, we are seeing change here in the Promise House, as we strive to provide excellent care for our kids.  There has been positive change in their physical, spiritual, emotional, and economic care.  However, after almost a year here, the one area that we have not yet been able to affect change is in education.  We are so thankful for the two house parents who have been able to do a few hours of school each week for our kids, but it pulls them from the kids they are caring for and they simply don’t have enough hours to give.  They do a wonderful job with our kids but their expertise is not in special education.  So, in order to allow them to refocus on their own homes and to better meet the educational needs of our kids, COTP has opened a full-time position for a special education teacher here in Haiti.

I am extremely excited and hopeful about this opportunity.  As house parents, our goal within the greater mission of COTP is: We will create a stable, Christ-centered home, where each child is loved, encouraged, and supported as we help them reach their full potential.  We believe that providing high-quality education is an important component of helping our kids reach their full potential.  Providing age-appropriate education empowers our kids, giving them respect and dignity.  So many times I have wished I had the qualifications to provide our kids with more education, but God has made it clear.  My role in their life is to be mom.  Mom for now.  Mom indefinitely.  But it takes a village, right?  And while mom and dad are always important, right now my kids (and a few others here at COTP) need a teacher.  Someone who believes in them, believes in what they can be.  Someone with the knowledge and skills to draw out of them what some doubt is even there.  Someone with patience and resolve.   Someone called to empower the most vulnerable and disadvantaged.  Someone who is not afraid of humidity and a few pesky spiders.  Is something stirring in you?  Or is the face and heart of someone you know coming to mind?

I trust that God will provide.  I trust His will and His timing.  I want things to happen now (or yesterday!), but I choose to trust.

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Posted by on January 30, 2017 in Life in Haiti, Prayer, The Kiddos


Merry Christmas!


Merry Christmas from the Promise House!



our kids got so many gifts from their generous sponsors


Haitian Christmas with grilled goat, fried plantains, rice & beans

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Posted by on December 28, 2016 in Holidays, Life in Haiti, Sheila, The Kiddos, Wilson


H is 3 and K is 9!

I’ve gotten a little behind on posting birthdays, so I’ll catch you up on the last two.  H is the youngest in our house and recently turned 3.  K is one of our older boys and just turned 9.  We took each of them to Villa Cana, the local hotel with a pool that seems to have become our most popular birthday destination.

Sweet H does not show much outward response to stimulation or interaction.  If left alone with nothing to see or do, H will usually just recline quietly in her chair until she gets hungry or uncomfortable.  But as we’ve said before, we did not move back to Haiti into the Promise House just to sustain life.  We came so these kids could thrive, so they could experience the love of a family and we could help them work toward their full potential.  To that end, we just pour as much love into H as we can and try to provide her with new sensations and experiences.  H hasn’t shown us a full smile yet, but she got pretty close when Wilson was playing with her in the water.  The water is usually a calming environment for our kids and H was no exception.  The only time she fussed was for the moments we were setting up lunch before I could actually feed her.  But hey, who doesn’t get a little cranky when they’re hungry, right?

K can be a tricky kid to understand with various medical issues that can cause pain and discomfort and such a limited ability to communicate.  When we moved into the Promise House, K was fussy most of the time, crying and clenching and arching his whole body.  The nannies told us that was just kind of normal for him.  After a lot of trial and error, guessing right and guessing wrong, small victories and not-so-small frustrations, K’s baseline has become much calmer and he seems considerably more comfortable most of the time.  When we got here 10 months ago, taking K outside COTP, especially through mealtime, was too daunting a task to even attempt.  We are so grateful that we were able to celebrate his birthday and actually have a really pleasant day with K.  The water was a bit chilly, but even when he started getting cold, K was still not as stiff and fussy as he once had been just sitting in his chair at home.  This was also the first time we’ve given K a g-tube feeding away from home.  I think the staff at Villa Cana are seeing and experiencing a lot of new things with each of the kids we bring, and hopefully it is putting a positive light on special needs in Haiti.  We praise God for K and for the opportunity to know him, love him, and learn from him.

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Nou sonje ou, Nikensly

Nou sonje ou, Nikensly

What an honor to have known and even cared for Nikensly Pierre.   I met Nik when I moved to Haiti in 2011 as COTP’s nurse.  Most recently, Wilson and I were his house parents in the Promise House.  It seems impossible to reduce everything that was so special about Nikensly to a blog post, but I also want everyone to see just how amazing our little boy was.

Nik was quite possibly the coolest kid I knew.  He was cool in an I-know-who-I-am-and-don’t-need-to-apologize-for-it, I-do-what-I-want-to-do kind of way and he had this air of confidence and strength that you might miss if you were distracted by his laid-back, chill demeanor.  Nikensly loved everyone and everyone loved Nikensly.  His smile and laugh were so genuine and it was easy to get caught up in his good moods.  Almost the only time he wasn’t in a good mood was when he got really hungry, which he always seemed to realize quite suddenly, and then quite loudly made sure everyone else realized it too.  He was our built-in alarm clock for mealtimes and he never shirked that responsibility.  He could really keep a beat, too, with his favorite drum being his belly, followed by a friend’s hand, and then the floor.  He could pat-a-cake along for hours to whatever songs I could think of.  I let him determine the tempo with his claps, and he always had a sly, gotcha giggle when he’d make me hold out one note for a really long time.  When I first met Nik, he was a two-year-old roly-poly little guy with so little muscle tone and control that we had no idea what his capabilities might be.   This year, as a seven-year-old, Nikensly could sit independently, he could hold his own water bottle to drink, he could get all around the house by laying on his belly and pulling himself with his arms or laying on his back and pushing himself with his feet.  With the right motivation, he could surprise and impress all of us.  And when he was done, he was done, as evidenced by his water bottle being flung across the room or the slow as molasses descent from sitting to lying that required more abdominal strength than I could ever hope to have.  Sometimes he would disappear very quietly, exploring different things and different rooms, but it never took long for him to give away his location.  First, he loved to slam doors.  If there were no doors slamming to indicate where he was, he would eventually start his jolly babbling, which was often echoed by a chorus of grownups babbling along.

But there is no more babbling, no more sly giggling and no more endless games of pat-a-cake.  On November 18, 2016 Nikensly passed away in his sleep.  That day, like all the days before, was prepared in advance before Nikensly was even born.  We have mourned the sudden loss of our sweet boy and will continue to do so, but though we mourn, we do not despair.  Nikensly’s life is worthy of celebration but his new life with the one who knows him inside and out is perhaps even greater cause for celebration.

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty!  My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.  Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young—a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty, my King and my God.  Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere. (Psalm 84)

Blessed is Nikensly, who is ever praising the Lord Almighty.

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Posted by on December 13, 2016 in Haitian Reflections, Sheila, The Kiddos