|Celicia with her brothers|
Celicia came to see her brothers Jilbert and Wilner in November 2010 right about the time I was praying for someone to come and help because I had 17 children to care for, with only Pierre Richard to help me! Celicia arrived and said that she would take the job. What an answer to prayer.
She was a faithful maid, but she later decided that she didn’t want to be paid, instead she wanted to be our daughter. From a faithful servant to a faithful daughter.
She was an innocent girl who believed in Santa for the first two years she was with us!
Celicia is 23 years old and is in 5th grade. She asked to have a business selling candies and cookies so we helped her start up the business. She is now selling the produce in school. Since as a family we help each other, Vanessa one of the older girls is helping her with the business while Celicia goes to school. It is so good to see Celicia’s confidence grow as she has started her own business.
A dream is becoming a reality…
|Our wonderful banner donated by local printers ‘Forest Litho’|
What a wonderful afternoon we have had! This afternoon the UK charity was launched at Bolney School, with Yvrose present, the local press turning up to take photos and what’s more the rain held off and we had fun in the sunshine!
It’s so exciting to have Yvrose here with us and what an amazing testimony she gave at school today, I think most of the women in the room were in tears! She told us a bit about her background and how the orphanage and school were begun. She shared how difficult it can be, especially to see the children going without. I think the most moving thing was when she talked about children having to go to bed hungry and upset because they haven’t eaten and how heartbreaking that is.
But she also talked about God’s amazing provision and how he showed her where he wanted her and Pierre Richard to be, and how he provides for their needs.
|Yvrose talking in school|
It was wonderful that the Chair of governors spoke also, and he shared how important it is for us to recognise all that we have and how we can help and bless others who are far less fortunate. The Head of the school also talked about how it was a privilege to have Yvrose with them this week and how much the children had learnt from her.
The children sang two songs in creole which Yvrose had taught them just the day before and they sang with such joy, it was great to see them really enjoying it! Then two of the boys played the Haitian National Anthem and outside the flag was raised.
Afterwards there were cream teas and refreshments organised by the amazing school PTA and the older children had organised games stalls to raise money. There was a wonderful atmosphere and lots of buzz, people talking about Hope House and how inspiration Yvrose is. A fantastic afternoon all round.
So we are official! There’s a few bits to sort out before we can include a ‘donate’ button on here (!) but we do have a website at hopehousehaiti.com so do check it out!
How beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News…
My husbands grandfather Percy was one of 9 boys. The family could not afford to buy shoes for all the boys so they shared a few pairs between them. Taking it in turns to go to school to be educated only when they were wearing the shoes. That is what happened in England 90 years ago.
On my recent trip to Haiti I discovered the importance of shoes. The terrain is rough, walking in flip flops is a dangerous occupation. But many of the children in the community near Hope House do not possess shoes, and if they do they will be ill fitting. Pride in appearance is very important, this means polishing the dust off each day with your finger.
We didn’t know much about this boy and he has no idea what an impact he has had on our family, but he has been faithfully remembered and prayed for by my son. I was under instruction to get an up to date photo of Ledmond this year. I asked the teachers could I see him but he wasn’t there. I wasn’t quite expecting the reply: “He can not come to school because he has no shoes! ” He missed out on the special treats that day, (though I entrusted some supplies to the teacher). It broke my heart, I had to walk away and gather my composure and wipe away my tears.
Children have power within their hands to make a difference. What can you inspire your kids to do…?
I went over there and sat down inside with my big floppy white hat, to wait until someone could help me. There were several of us sitting there. I had Yvrose’s number as well as a few other people’s so I knew I could get the address. Shortly afterwards the lady at the desk called me over and I explained my dilemma. But it wasn’t too long before someone came in to get me and bring me to Yvrose. He had a blue security shirt and looked like an officer. Anybody will tell you that your party sent them to meet you, because they want money, but somehow I knew this fellow was telling the truth. I had to leave my passport and carry-ons in the immigration office to go with him. (I should have grabbed my backpack at least on the way out – future travelers, take note!)
|The offending Anipiye|
My sleep that night was fitful, as I kept feeling like something was in bed with me. But if I moved, everything became still and quiet, so I didn’t pay it much attention. But at about 1:30 in the morning something was slithering in my bed, and no mistake about it! I leaped to the other end of the bed and stared at my pillow. The thing was coming out from under it by about five inches. “Snake! Girls, girls, there is a snake in my bed!” After doing her share of squealing (“Eeee! I’m very scared. Eeee!”) Nono hooked me up with an enclosed mosquito net camping bed. Shirlie took care of my little friend; they called it an anipiye or a milpat, which is an overgrown (way overgrown) centipede. It was about six inches long. That should be illegal… I took a photo the next morning.