Becky J Miller

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An interesting thing happened on my last night in Haiti ; I came face to face with evil. Most of our evening meals were eaten at the hotel restaurant. The food was rather expensive though, so the team requested dinner at a local café’. A boisterous Haitian celebration that weekend left our security guards reluctant to allow us outside of the walled hotel grounds after dark. By Sunday evening, much of the fanfare had settled and we were granted furlough.

Walking into the restaurant that evening was overwhelming; noise and chaos saturated my senses. Barely ten feet inside the door, a Haitian man with vacant eyes reached out, touched my shoulder and asked, “Why are you here?” There was no time to respond as he continued his journey out the door. In that moment I felt no fear, my only thought was, “Who do I know in Haiti?” Exchanging glances with my roommate, standing inches away from me, we shrugged our shoulders and proceeded to order dinner. It was such a strange, random occurrence, but too many other circumstances begged my attention that I took no time to ponder what had happened.

Sharing the event with my husband was eye opening. He knew exactly what had happened. In Matthew 8:28-29 Jesus encounters a demon possessed man. The demons cry out saying, “What have you to do with us, O Son of God?” Just like in scripture, a demon recognized the Christ within me and wanted to know my purpose in the region. Wow. How many times have we heard pastors instruct, live your life so that when you set your feet on the ground each morning demons tremble and say, “Oh no, she’s awake.” Being recognized because of God’s spirit excited me, it brought confirmation that God indeed sent me to Haiti. My presence in that country had purpose.

Why was I in Haiti? I was in Haiti to see the people of that nation through God’s eyes, to feel his love for them. I was in Haiti to hear the vision of Pierre Alexis, Director of Maison des Enfants de Dieu , to stand beside that man both prayerfully and physically in the years it will take to accomplish the vision. I was in Haiti to speak words of hope/encouragement/truth over a beautiful eight week old baby boy named Samson. I was in Haiti to bring laughter and kisses to sad little Beatrice. I was in Haiti because I said, “Here am I Lord, send me.”

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Arriving at the orphanage the first day, something immediately caught my attention. Though these children are victims of tragic circumstances, hope abounds. The children are bright, energetic and playful; their eyes hold light, not darkness. They run and play, laugh and jump, demand attention and interact comfortably with the team members. Their curly hair, dark eyes and dark skin beautifully compliment their easy smiles. Falling in love with each of them is effortless.

Until now, my preference has been younger children. Yesterday though, I ventured out of my comfort zone and discovered a love so pure it caused my heart to expand its borders. The older children welcomed me as if I’d been amongst them forever. Climbing on my back, touching my hair, playing with my bracelets and asking my name, they cared only that I had chosen to show them attention. Sitting among them while they played with Dr. Mary’s toys, I was treated to a medical check up, play dough pizza and a game of catch. Joy, such joy their innocent play brought to me.

The children of Masion des Enfants de Dieu are well cared for. Their bodies are bathed twice daily, their clothes freshly laundered, fluids are plentiful and food is nutritious. Caring nannies interact with them providing love and affection. One thing is missing; a family. Most of these precious orphans lost both of their parents in the earthquake that ravaged Port Au Prince in January. Following the earthquake, two sisters, both under the age of three were alone in the streets for at least five days. No one knows how these girls survived or how they ended up at the orphanage. Or perhaps we do know. Divine providence was in operation, sparing the lives of these delightful girls. Unbeknownst to me, I spent some time with the oldest sister on my first day in Haiti. She and her playmates were running around being silly. In a sing song voice I said, “silly girls.” She repeated the phrase, “silly girls”, “silly girls” smiling charmingly. That she could interact so freely, so soon after such a horrific experience, is a testimony to both Masion and our loving Father.

Each child at Masion is available for adoption yet not one of the sixty-five children is currently in the process of being adopted. What these children need more than anything is a home with parents, where they can feel safe, cherished and adored. Visit www.forhisgloryoutreach.org for adoption/sponsorship information. Don’t let their eyes of light grow dim.

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