A message from a missionary in Haiti:
Her name is Kimberly. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and smiled a weak smile. Her eyes looked sad and tired, but, somehow, they still held hope. Somewhere deep there was hope. She walked towards me barefoot in a little pink dress and wanted me to hold her. I picked her up. She was lighter than the last time I saw her in August. My heart broke. Many other children surrounded me and held on to my skirt as we walked towards a bench to sit down. I asked Kimberly, "Do you remember me?" A bright smile, a twinkle in her eyes, and a nod came quickly. I had visited before--the first time, over a year ago. Each time, I saw her. Each time, she fell asleep in my arms. Each time, she found me.
Kimberly lives at an orphanage not far from the airport here in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. One hundred kids live in the small, walled facility now and, although the caretakers love these children, the funds are not coming in to make ends meet. The kids there know that God loves them. At the same time, they may know hunger.
People of God, it's time to act. The pastor who runs this orphanage desperately wants the best for these kids, but is not able to provide for them on his own. If you have been looking for a place to give where the funds will be truly used to help those in need, here's where you can do it.
