Questions and Prayers


Coming to the end of my trip to Haiti, I find so many thoughts and feelings are similar to what I experienced two years ago. So many questions come back.

Why must children spend the most formative years of their life without the love of a parent?

Why have twelve-year-old Betty and her three older sisters—the girls who braid my hair and go on walks with us volunteers—never been able to attend school?

Why did one boy’s adoption process take a year and a half longer than normal, simply because of some arbitrary reason like paperwork getting lost in a government office?

Why did I grow up in a loving home with every possible comfort while another Jessica—a seven- or eight-year-old who lives right next door here in Haiti—is serving as a restavec, basically trapped in a lifetime of servitude?

Why is there a group of children, saved from a neglectful orphanage three years ago, who have no legal identification and therefore can never be adopted into either an American or Haitian family?

Why is there no one solution to the problem of poverty or the plight of orphans?
I will never know the answers to these questions. But I do know that God is good. He loves Betty and Jessica. He has not forgotten them, and He has great plans for their lives.

I am thankful that Betty is now enrolled in a school sponsorship program. Come September, she will be the first girl in her family to receive an education.

I am praying that Jessica will be allowed to attend more than one day of school a week, and that her “employers” will treat her kindly and give her her freedom someday.

I am thankful that the sweet boy who lost an extra 1 1/2 years with his forever family is finally reunited with them and safely home.

I am thankful that this group of abandoned children are at least growing up in a loving orphanage. I am praying that God will work a miracle and soften the hearts of Haitian government officials. But even if these children can never be adopted, I know that God can use these children mightily here in Haiti, no matter what jobs or standards of living they may endure when they reach adulthood.

I am praying that God will continue to grow the Haitian church, and that God would increase the joy that is already so evident in the lives of even the poorest of Haitians.

I am praying for my kids, the ones I’ve played and cuddled with for the last four weeks. I pray that my smallest baby will soon be able to go home with her grandmother, who seems like such a strong, capable lady. I pray that my other two small babies will continue to develop healthfully and will keep their delightful, cheerful personalities. I pray that the adoption process of my 18-month-old will go quickly so that she can hopefully be home before her fourth birthday. I pray that my oldest girl, the girl who has challenged me the most, will continue the progress she’s made this last month; I pray she will be able to conquer her fears and learn just how much the people around her love her. Above all, I pray that all my kids will come to know and accept the love of their Heavenly Father.

I am so thankful I serve a sovereign God, One Who holds the whole world in His hands, yet stoops to wipe away our tears.

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