Source of Light Orphanage

Today Robyn got to meet the kids at the orphanage I've talked about the last two years.  The kids were excited to see us, jumping on us and clinging and wanting to climb on us.  They loved the balls and the sidewalk chalk. Robyn got a bunch started on hopscotch and I taught some of the older boys how to throw an American football. 

 

They gratefully received the underwear but were really excited about the mangos Andy and Jutta had collected from Pastor Paul the day before in Miraballais.  Some ate everything but the seed, and others put the seeds all over Andy's truck.


Many of the kids are suffering from chickengundra virus.  There were several we just held in our arms or sat on our laps because there was nothing that would make them feel better.  I can't remember the last time I or any of my kids had a fever for more than a few minutes before giving them medicine.  These kids have none.  We're trying to get some to them when we go back tomorrow.  Chickengundra is not treatable, but you can help the fever and joint aches with medicine similar to Tylenol.

After we left, we went the few blocks around the corner to find the house Ric Wyatt and I worked on two years ago.  A lot has changed and they have made tremendous improvements across Delmas (the area of Port au Prince where the orphanage is), so it was unrecognizable going down the streets.  But the little metal house in the front, the smells, and the tiny house we built with the little concrete windows was easy to spot.  The lady wasn't home so we'll try again Sunday to see her.  We'll see if we can get pictures.

This afternoon we went home to Andy and Juttas.  Andy and I built two boxes to be used for vegetable gardens.  We'll take those tomorrow and place on the roof of the orphanage.  Soil will come later, and someone will come teach the children how to grow vegetables.  We think carrots will be a staple, but I imagine the kids will want to grow mango trees and rows of corn in the narrow 14' boxes.

Tomorrow morning we go early to a church in the hills where they've been invited to hear a choir concert.  We were told it would last about 3 hours or so, which is common for services here.  Now that Robyn has tasted music from the SHG graduation, and that only being a handful of people, I imagine this will be an earth-shattering performance.  Not of professionalism but of power of the Spirit as people join in worship of the Amazing Master of All.