Pre-earthquake.

Since work was canceled today, I had the opportunity to get caught up on a few things: sleep, communication, and work. I have been wanting to share with you my time spent last Friday in a village. I took the morning off work and went with my boss' wife (Katie) to the feeding center she runs in Buhoze, a good 30 minute drive out of the city. I spent thirty minutes playing with the kids and practicing my Swahili (French isn't learned until school -- and most of the kids in Buhoze won't ever go to school because it costs about $3 a month per child) while Katie was checking up on the center.

After our time at the feeding center, we went to visit Regine, a woman living in the community. Here is her story. A year ago, with a two year old and 1-year-old twins, she became pregnant again with twins. When her husband found out about the second set of twins on the way, he left her. Now, Regine, with no support and five children under the age of three, is afraid her milk is dry and her new twins are not receiving any nutrition. Katie and I picked out some donated baby clothes for her and we brought her basic food. Here in the picture you can see Katie, Israel (our translator and chauffeur), Regine, and three of her children (the other two were sleeping). Of course in small communities, any visitors are a big deal, especially if those visitors are white and bringing gifts. Some might call it interest, others would label it nosy. We recognize that many people in this village have need; but unfortunately, it is impossible to help every family. We are praying that no one reacts with jealousy or anger towards Regine as a result of our visit.

As I remember Regine in the aftermath of the earthquake, I mourn for her. There is no telling the fear and destruction that she has endured. I look forward to visiting Buhoze once every two weeks while I'm here to love and help serve the children.

Let the little children come to me...