Sunday, February 28, 2010

Espwa

A year an a half ago I wrote a post about a special little girl.



Berlancia changed my life and since she passed away I have been searching for a way to touch the lives of others in her name.

Today, the seed of that dream sprouted. The answer to the question that I dread "what will you do next" it seems, is just a blink away.

I can't wait to tell you all about it!

For now why don't you go here to read B's story.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Never

A baby should NEVER look like this.


There are reasons I work in Haiti. One of those reasons is because of children like Clerecineau! I have never held him in my arms but he is forever in my heart. This child has changed my life! This morning, after weeks of being so calloused by the things I have seen that I had all but shut down, I was shocked again. That is how it should be. People should be shocked to see these photos. They should be shocked that an almost 13 months old baby could weigh 5lbs. I should be shocked and today I am! This little boy opened my eyes, and my heart again...Thank you Jesus that I still feel!
I have been so scared lately that I have finally had too much. I was scared I had reached a place where I didn't feel compassion. I spent so many days and hours telling myself that I couldn't cry. I had work to do! There was no time to break down, you face what you need to, you do what you can and then you move on to whatever is next. There is no time or energy for anything else. I did it over and over again until I just didn't cry anymore. When a baby died I didn't cry, I had no tears left and when I read the stories or saw the pictures I felt nothing at all. When I sat in my room and tried to face my pain I just felt numb.
I thought that maybe I waited too long. Maybe I would never fully feel again. Is that a good thing? It's what I thought I wanted. To just ignore it long enough that it would go away. It's what I thought I wanted but when I got it I was scared to death. I don't want to know a world where these things are acceptable. I don't want to live in a world where a child's life, and her death means nothing to anyone. I hate that world. I hate it but it goes hand in hand with what I love. I want to love it but I don't want to live it. I WANT the pain to break my heart. I want to cry. For almost 7 weeks I didn't. For those few days when it was the worst I needed to be strong, I had no choice there was no time for feelings. When I finally did have the time, I found I no longer had the tears.
I know I need to be effective. Every phone call I make and email I write has the potential to change someone's world. I need to do what I can do! But sometimes I also need to be allowed to feel and to cry. I need to allow it from myself and realize it is all a part of the passion I have. If I didn't feel anymore my work would be pointless.
Until today I was scared I was becoming to calloused for this work. This morning I saw this photo and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and an ache in the pit of my stomach. My eyes stung with the tears I had prayed for. A face and a name shocked me out of the place of confusion I was in. Out of the realm of floating through and back into the world I crave! Today, I cried, finally...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

KBZK

Another Bozeman TV interview will air tonight...KBZK Channel 4 was here this morning.

Haiti will be on the news again tonight.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

KTVM

I just finished an interview with KTVM News in Bozeman. Tonight Haiti will be on the news again! I am so thankful for people who are still listening to the stories of my friends. The story should air tonight on channel 6 for anyone in the area who would like to try and catch it!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Bozeman

Tonight I am finally in Bozeman. I left on a ten day trip almost 7 weeks ago and I am finally home. Not only that but the babies I wrote about yesterday have been returned!

I can't wait to tell you all about it but tonight I am home. For the first time since January 12th I am turning off my computer. I am not answering my phone. I am just going to "be". Tomorrow I will start again. I will start to deal, I will start to process and I will continue to work but tonight, tonight I will sit.

Monday, February 22, 2010

When I'm Lost In This Land

And I Can't See Your Plan...

Right now I want to trust, but I don't see where He is going with this one.

On Saturday another group from Children Of The Promise was set to fly into Miami to be reunited with their adoptive parents. As they arrived at the airport in Port Au Prince, after several setbacks, they were verbally attacked by an angry mob. People with no information as to who they were or who the children were, started yelling and accusing them of stealing and trying to traffic the children. Eventually the police had to be called. The children as escorts were terrified!

The police forcefully removed the escorts and children from the airport and took them to the police station where they were held for several hours until the police decided to remove the children and place them in a UN*CEF camp. I want to be clear, UN*CEF did not take these children away but the children are now at their camps, and they are miserable.

It is no secret how I have felt about UN*CEF in the past... Tonight, if possible, I dislike them even more. The "camps" these children were taken to are ill-equipped to say the least. They have babies and no bottles. Infants and no diapers, toddlers with no caregivers! Too many children and not enough food. This is the place UN*CEF thinks the children of Haiti need to go. Dixie at God's Littlest Angels sits with empty beds. Children Of The Promise is filled with women who speak their language, love them purely and are sitting idle with no babies to hold. These children are being traumatized by the people who claim to care about them. If they cared they would strive to give them the very best. Living in a camp filled with disease and lacking in basic care is not the best! I can't believe people still have no idea who UN*CEF really is!

My heart is breaking, again. I didn't know the pieces it was diminished to in the days following the earthquake could break again. Yesterday I found it was possible. I didn't know I could hurt anymore. Yesterday I found I have even more to give. I am broken for the parents who were just hours from holding their babies and now have no idea what the future holds. I am broken for Maria, who would give her life for any one of them and is forced to leave them alone in that place. I am broken for those little babies, who are in another strange place tonight. I wonder if the people there even know their names...

Today, while I was hurting for them a song came on the radio that I have heard many times before. It has always been a song that reminds me of parents waiting for their adopted children to come home. Today I listened to it and made it my prayer... As we wait to hear what will happen, as you wait for your babies I pray you will worship, serve and remain faithful.

I'm waiting
I'm waiting on you, Lord
And I am hopeful
I'm waiting on you, Lord
Though it is painful
But patiently, I will wait

I will move ahead, bold and confident
Taking every step in obedience
While I'm waiting
I will serve you
While I'm waiting
I will worship
While I'm waiting
I will not faint
I'll be running the race
Even while I wait

I'm waiting
I'm waiting on you, Lord
And I am peaceful
I'm waiting on you, Lord
Though it's not easy
But faithfully, I will wait
Yes, I will wait
I will serve you while I'm waiting
I will worship while I'm waiting
I will serve you while I'm waiting
I will worship while I'm waiting
I will serve you while I'm waiting
I will worship while I'm waiting

I pray that I can do it to. Serve and worship faithfully while I sit here powerless and wait...


P.S. I am thankful God puts me in Haiti when I am needed and takes me out when I am not... I can't imagine I would not be sitting in a Haitian jail tonight had I been with that group this weekend ;)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

A Very Good Day

Yesterday was a very good day! Yesterday I had Haiti over and over again!


I had Haiti in the face of little Daphne



In the eyes of sweet Jude



And in the kisses of Evan-Kervens


I had Haiti and for those few hours everything was right again.
Yes, yesterday was a good day, a very, very good day!

Friday, February 19, 2010

I Don't Understand

Why do babies die?

I know...Believe me, I know. I am too mature to be asking that question. I know the answer. But tonight I don't really actually want the answer. I just want to be allowed to question the wisdom of God's plan. And yes I also know, I'm not "allowed" to question God, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I'm not mature at all.

I don't understand why babies die. I don't understand why a mother has to give her son to a stranger to give him a life. I don't understand why a family has to chose which of their children will go to school, or eat a meal today, because they can't afford it for them all. I don't understand why young adults, who had finally risen above the influence of a country that lacks all sufficient education, were crushed to death in a building they worked their entire lives to sit in. I don't understand why there are men in Haiti who have lost their wives and children, and are now totally alone in the world. I don't understand.

I don't understand why Haiti hurts so much. I don't know why people who can barely get up off their knees had their faces shoved in the dust. I don't understand. They are just people like us. They have the same dreams we do. They love, they laugh, they hurt, they cry. They sweep their floors, cook whatever food they have and dream about tomorrow. They kiss their children as they leave for school and greet them when they come home. They hold hands with their husbands while they talk about things that matter to them. I don't understand why they can't catch a break. I don't understand at all.

I don't understand how the Haitian people live in joy. How they raise their hands in praise before the tears of pain on their cheeks have dried. I don't understand their strength.

I don't understand why I was chosen, why I was born into a life millions can not even fathom. I don't understand why I got this and they got that. I don't know why I can still, even after all I've seen, go hours in my day without thinking about it. I can't even begin to imagine it being not a memory but my every moment. I don't understand it.

The thing is, I know the answers for all these things, but that doesn't make it any less painful. It doesn't make it any more right. I know why bad things happen. I know the glory that the Haitian people will one day have in Heaven will be all the beter because of the suffering they felt on Earth. I know those how were killed in one of the most horrific ways I can imagine are now in a glory capable of making up for all the unfairness. I just don't understand why Haiti, so much more than some other places. Why these people that I love. I don't understand.

Yes, I know, but I don't understand...

This Just In

What perfect timing! After last night's post I recieved these very precious photos from a GLA friend. Thank you Betty!



(please ignore my nasty, unwashed Haiti hair!!)

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

In Case You Ever Wonder

To get to know Ti Raje a little better click HERE





I often think of him. When it's quiet, too quiet in my day, I imagine his laughter. When it is loud and the world is moving too fast around me, I remember his quiet love. I know he is home. I know he is well. I know he is loved. But I still remember...



My Dear Ti Raje,

I wonder, when you are grown, the questions you will have. I wonder if you will miss deep in the pit of you, something, and not know what. I wonder if you will wonder.

Baby, I love you. I want you to know there wasn't a second in your life that you were not loved. The day you came to us, I was captured. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I watched you sleep and when you woke up I held you. I fed you your first meal and I looked into your eyes. That was the first time I lost my heart. The first time I gave it away. You are the man that took it and I wouldn't have it any other way. When I spoke to you, I knew you had known love. You responded in a way I had never seen. You craved attention. You knew what it was to have someone love you. You had known that in your life. I KNOW she cared for you. I know she loved you fiercely! I know she loved you with a love that can't be understood, but by a mother for her dying baby. I know she did what she had to do. I know she chose the choice that hurt her the most, but that gave you the best. I know she cared. Don't let anyone tell you for a second that she didn't! She did not throw you away. I imagine that she, like a mother long ago, hid in the bushes and watched until someone picked you up. She did all she knew to give you all she could. I can't imagine what it took. I don't know if I could ever be strong enough to do what she did. Baby, YOU WERE LOVED!


I wonder if you will remember... the moments I held you in silence. The moments I rocked you while I whispered prayers. I wonder if you will remember the melodies of songs and not know why. I wonder if they are the lullabies I sang to you. I wonder if you will have dreams of a life you once knew. I wonder if you will remember me.


I pray you are happy. I pray you are well. I pray that you feel love and security all the days of your life. But most of all I pray that you will know Jesus. I pray that she teaches you about Him. I pray that she teaches you His love. I pray that you understand that He planned for you, every second of this journey. I pray He teaches me too, why He gave you to me only to say goodbye. I pray that you will one day understand the depth of His love for you. That He would die just to know you. I pray for you, like I prayed that first day. I pray you would grow, that your body would be well and your heart be strong! I pray for you.

You are the one who opened my eyes. You are the one who taught me to live and to love. You are the one who showed me Jesus. You are the one who made me "mama". You are the one who changed my life.

I love you!

Man, I miss him...













Now You Know

Today a baby in Haiti died.

Tonight another will.

I know their names. I feel the loss.

Tonight a baby will die in Haiti, and a month and a half ago, babies died in Haiti. It is a sad reality. Babies die in a country just 800 miles from a hospital that can save them. They will die tonight and they died before the earthquake. There are children in Haiti who have not eaten today, but this is not a new pain to them.
(16 months old)
(7 months old)


Haiti hurts. She hurts today and she hurt last month. Now you know. Now you care. Now, you can not turn away.

Last year, when I told people I worked in Haiti they asked me where it was. Tonight they know. They don't have to ask. Tonight the world knows my Haiti. Tonight you know where it is. Tonight you see their faces, the ones who captured my heart. Tonight you realize there are babies starving to death. Tonight you face what I have known for years. Tonight you glimpse a little of what it is that has captured me. Tonight you understand.

Haiti's problems are not new. The skin and bones babies you saw flashed across the news in the days following the eartquake did not get like that in a week. They were desperate before and they are desperate now. PLEASE... don't forget them!


I pray you won't forget them...


Antelia

Tonight I spoke to a friend in Haiti, it is raining. I can only imagine... I can see the faces in my mind. It breaks my heart. When I close my eyes these are the faces I see. They are wet and they are cold. I hate this...


This is a woman who will sleep tonight, on the ground, in the mud. She does not have a mattress, she does not have a pillow, she does not have a blanket. She will sleep on a flattened cardboard box. I can't stand this...


They are on my heart tonight and for good reason. Last week I visited this family in their new "home"



I spoke to them and I looked in their eyes. And now I am here, a world away. I'm sitting on my couch. I am watching TV and I have a space heater pointed at my feet. I have no idea...WE have no idea...


My heart is breaking. Haiti is not better. Just because they aren't in the news anymore, just because it is not the trend of the week, doesn't mean they are fixed. Tonight the Haitians still sleep outside. Tonight they are still hungry. Tonight they still hurt. Tonight YOU can help.


If you can help this family please send your financial donation to:


Rhyan Buettner, 307 N 18th Ave, Bozeman, MT, 59715


I have a fund set up and it is my personal mission to make sure this family gets a new home. You can help. You can make a real, lasting difference in Haiti. Will you? Will you help me make sure that this mother and her children do not have to sleep in the mud any longer? Will you open your hearts to Antelia Dindin and her family?



Monday, February 15, 2010

When You Have Nothing To Say

Eventually it catches up... the reality of what just happened. The grief that envelops me, it leaves me speechless. The last few days I have had too much time. Time to think and time to let it sink in. Time to realize what is now the truth. Time to remember and time to understand. I wish I was busy again. I don't want to remember, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to face the reality of Haiti today. I want to wake up and find it was all a dream, a nightmare really. I don't want to say goodbye to the Haiti I knew. I don't want to ever face this reality. I don't want to be so filled with realization that I am speechless but right now I am. I have to words to tell you what I feel today...maybe tomorrow

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Still There

Tonight Anderson Cooper and Dr. Sanjay Gupta reported, once again, from Haiti. They are still there, they are still telling Haiti's story. They have not forgotten. Are there words enough to thank these men for showing the world that Haiti still needs help!

I am so thankful they are there, however, it seems some facts are being lost here... Please read Dixie Bickel's respones to Anderson's report last night...

When I Carried You

Dear Sweet Little Babies,

I will always remember the time I carried you, the day we left the land of your birth. It was a privilege, an honor and the most incredible thing I have ever been a part of. It was the greatest assignment of my life.

I arrived in Cap Haitien last Thursday on a tiny little 4 passenger plane provided by Agape. We took off from Venice, Florida, stopped in The Bahamas for a quick lunch, bathroom and fuel break and got to Haiti around 2pm. I had never been to Cap before but I can honestly say that this place that was your first home, is beautiful. There was a compound filled with solid, comfortable buildings, grass for you to play in and a brand new playground set up just for you. When I arrived women with tiny babies filled the yard. It was the day for pre-natal class and this week women who had just had babies were asked to bring them along to be weighed and checked out. There were over 50 mothers with their newborns there, showing them off and learning how to take care of them! It was amazing to see the things that COTP is doing in their area.

I had the privilege of meeting your nannies and they were incredible. The women who took care of you all those months are beautiful! They are strong. They loved you with all their hearts. On Friday morning when I left to fly to Port Au Prince with the last 3 babies the nannies gathered around to say their goodbyes. They kissed you and smiled through their tears over the new life you were about to be given. They were sad to see you go because they loved you so much, but they were SO happy for you. They told you they loved you and waved until you were out of sight. Throughout all your time at COTP, these were the people who loved you the most. The ones who got up with you in the middle of the night, the ones who took care of you when you were sick. The ones who cheered for you as you took your first steps and the ears that heard your first words. There are no words for me to describe the respect and admiration I have for these women. You are so blessed to have been held in their arms.

After arriving in Port Au Prince we waited at the airport for several hours for a ride to the embassy. Because Bill Clinton had arrived in PAP just before we did, all the roads leading to the airport had been shut down. We had no idea why our ride wasn't there, So we just waited. Finally after 3 hours we were able to get a taxi and get to the Consulate. When we arrived the Tennessee 1 DMAT was there to greet us. They provided us with fresh bottled water, and MREs. You really loved the mashed potatoes! While we waited for the Prime Minister to see your files you ate non stop! After you finished the potatoes you went on to eat pudding cups, applesauce and cookies. I think you thought it was a very special day for you to be getting all those treats! One of the officials at the Embassy finally came out and told us that all we could do now was wait for your visas to be issued. They didn't know how long it would take so we found a place to stay in Petion-ville while we waited.

And wait we did. We spent a few nights at Dr. Nat's apartment but soon realized that it would not be a good place for 11 kids to spend more than a few days. We were blessed to be allowed to stay at God's Littlest Angels, another orphanage in the area. When we were there you had a huge yard to play in, Haitian nannies to help take care of you and other kids to play with. It was a fun few days for everyone!

Finally on Monday afternoon we got "the call" the visas were ready! We quickly packed everything and everyone into one car for the drive into town! We were a mile from the embassy when motion sickness set in, being so tightly packed in all we could really do was give you a wipe to clean your mouth and get you better cleaned up when we arrived. We were able to pull a new outfit out of a suitcase and get you redressed outside before we got in to pick up all your paperwork! After another long waith we had paperwork in our hands, it was official! We loaded into vans and headed to the airport.

In Haiti to learn to be flexible, you learn to be patient. It is a lesson you use every day and a lesson that we used especially on that night. We arrived at the airport expecting to be boarded onto a military evacuation flight only to be told that our plane was not coming. There was a problem with the aircraft and they couldn't get another one in until 4:30am. We would have to spend the next 10 hours in our van at the airport. 10 kids and 3 adults in a van all night is not any one's idea of a good time but you were amazing. You ate more mashed potatoes and then settled down for a nights sleep on a van seat! It was loud and cramped but as you lay there in your peaceful dreams I couldn't help but imagine how many Haitians, at that very same moment would give most anything for accommodations that were as nice as ours. How many of them lie in the streets with no idea how long their lives will be this way. We had an exact hour as to when it would be over, they have no idea. You are so blessed baby!

Our plane was late, we finally boarded at 7am. Your excitement was contagious. As we drove in the vans to the C-130 that would take us away you craned your neck to see all the "avion" outside. You jumped up and down in excitement as we walked aboard. You sat down in your seat with eyes wide and mouth agape. You were in awe. As the engines roared to life you didn't cry! Instead you clapped your hands and cheered. As we started down the runway you waved and shouted "bye-bye Haiti, bye-bye." I hope you didn't notice the tears in my eyes. You had no idea the change that was about to come. The flight seemed to lull you and almost immediately you were sound asleep. Aside from a few (hundred) diaper changes the you slept, in your seat or across my lap. I loved the weight of you as you lay and the feeling of your breath as I patted your back. I loved the peaceful look on your face as you sat in complete trust of where I was taking you. I loved those last moments when you were "mine". When the plane landed applause erupted. You had no idea why but you clapped your chubby little hands and pointed out the window at the other airplanes. Again I hoped you wouldn't notice the tears in my eyes. I was so happy for you in that second. Thought I don't know if it's possible, I prayed you would remember the journey you just made.

The rest of the day was spent in immigration. There were a lot of people to hold and play with you there. I was so thankful for all the help, but I couldn't help but feel a little sad that I had to share you with all these other people. I wish I could have just held you in my lap, I know that wasn't possible. I hope you know that even though I only knew you for a few days, I loved you. I loved every moment I was given. You are so precious to me.

As soon as you were processed through immigration I walked with you downstairs. Some of you had parents waiting at the airport to meet you. I was so privileged to be able to hand you over to them. Everyone else was packed onto a bus to be taken to the house where you would meet your Mommy and Daddy. I was so thankful that they allowed me to ride along. On the way to the house I held you. I soaked in the last seconds of your tiny sweetness and marveled at the way you fit perfectly into the palm of my hands. I prayed over you. I prayed the the family I was about to deliver you to would always remember what a precious gift you are. I prayed they would raise you to be strong, thoughtful, loving and happy. I prayed they would teach you about Jesus and Haiti. I prayed they would teach you to love. As we arrived it got a little chaotic. There were so many people around. I was thankful for those quiet bus moments for me to say goodbye. I saw your Mommy and Daddy come in the room and I just knew they were for you! You fit! It was amazing to watch. When I saw the look in their eyes and the joy across their faces I knew that God knew exactly what He was doing when he built this family. I couldn't have asked for anything better.

As I fell asleep last night, for the first time in 4 nights, it was not to the sounds of your breathing. It was quiet and I was thankful. You were right where you are supposed to be. My job was done. As I lay in bed I thought once again of my hopes for you. I hope that you are happy, I hope that you are well, I hope that you remember where you came from and where you can go. I hope you know you can do and be anything. I hope that you love with all of your heart. I hope you give that love freely and I hope that you find your passion in life. Most of all I hope you learn to live for Jesus and that you never forget what He has done out of his love for you. I pray for you baby, I love you and I will never forget the moments when I carried you.

When They Praise Him

I get goosebumps...

We were driving through the streets of PetionVille, on our way from the American embassy to the airport. I was with 10 kids about to leave Haiti for their new homes in the United States. These were their last moments in Haiti. The things they were seeing outside their windows were heartbreaking. The voices we could hear were filled with pain. We were surrounded by utter devastation. I wished I could shield them from it. But then, we rounded a corner and I heard something different. At first I thought it was wailing, probably yet another funeral, but as we came closer I realized what it was. The church up the street was filled to overflowing. People spilled out onto the street and they were singing. Their arms were raised in praise to the God they serve. They worshiped in reckless abandon. They thanked God. This is the heart of the people I love!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

In Miami

This is Jana, Rhyan's mom! Just talked to Rhyan. She is in customs in Miami airport with 10 of the 11!As of now she is unable to use her laptop but called and asked me to post for her. She promises to enter a nice long post all about her adventures as soon as she can, probably today. As of right now she is unsure whether she will be asked to go back into Haiti for more kids so will need to stay tonight in Miami to be on standby! She is asking if there is anyone that is willing or able to help her with accomodations in or near the airport. Thank you all so much for your support. It would be virtually impossible for her to do this work without the support from all of you, both spiritually and physically! Keep on praying for those families still in waiting! If anyone is able to help you can reach Rhyan on her cell phone 218-731-5060.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Guest Of GLA

I am writing to you from GLA! They have been amazing in letting 11 children and 4 volunteers stay with them until we hear news from the embassy. So we are comfortable and safe at the Toddler House. The kids have room to play outside. AMAZING Haitian women who are doting on them and even a few new friends to play with. I can honestly say, they are having the time of their lives and I am SO thankful they are happy, healthy and comfortable as we wait. Their last few days in Haiti will be happy ones. I don't know what the next week holds but we will be with them every step of the way. I SO wish I had time to write about everything that is going on but we are still taking care of 11 kids! It will have to wait! I can tell you this, even though I only met these children 3 days ago, they have each worked their way into my heart and I already love them! I am SO excited to take this journey with them!

Friday, February 5, 2010

11

I am in Haiti! I arrived in Cap-Haitien yesterday where I spent the night and arrived in Port Au Prince this morning with children! They have been seen by the consulate so now we are just waiting for approval for their VISAS. I would love to tell you all about it but that story is for another day. Tonight I have 11 children to look after!! Please, prayer warriors out there, pray that their papers get issued SOON! There are too many kids, not enough hands and families waiting to welcome them home!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Sarasota

I am in Sarasota. After 4 flights I am here, in my comfortable hotel bed! Thank you Maggie!! I am supposed to be at the airport tomorrow morning at 7:30 for a flight into Haiti...PRAY! I know it's not certain that you will get into Haiti these days, until the plane touches the runway. Pray I will get in and that everything will go perfectly for these kids to come HOME! I wish I had more time to write but I know I will need my energy tomorrow.
Goodnight!

Prayers Please

I need prayers! Any of you prayer warriors who believe in healing power please pray. I went to the eye doctor yesterday and was told that I have a severe eye infection, due to the dust in the air in Haiti after the earthquake. I am unable to wear contacts and my glasses were broken by a little Ti Raje throwing a temper tantrum ;) a few weeks ago! Right now I can not see! I'm not sure how that will work trying to travel in Haiti. I can guess, not well! I need prayers that my eyes will heal and I will be able to wear my contacts again!

I'm off to the airport in about an hour!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Back To Haiti

This just in...I will be on my way back to Haiti, tomorrow! Well, I will be going to Sarasota, Florida tomorrow and will be going back to Haiti on Thursday. I can not give you any more information at this time other than to say PRAY, PRAY, PRAY!! Some great things could be happening in the next few days.

I am in need of help from you for a few things...
First of all, I need a place to stay in Sarasota tomorrow night as close to the airport as possible. I will get in late tomorrow and need to be back at the airport Thursday morning. If there is anyone willing help me with getting a hotel room for the night I would be SO thankful! Please, either email me or call my cell phone to let me know! rhyanbuettner@yahoo.com, (218)731-5060

Secondly, I have a family in Haiti that I have been working to support. I just posted a beautiful blog post to introduce you all to them. Look for it! Right now, I would LOVE to bring some items down to this family. I have been slowly collecting some things, having NO idea I would be headed back down this soon. I have only had time to collect a few things. I am begging you, anyone in the Sarasota area who could bring me items Thursday morning, packaged and ready to be flown into Haiti. Even, possibly with some cash to cover costs of extra bags... The difference you would be making to a Family, a SPECIFIC family in Haiti, will be life changing.

Items Needed As Soon As Possible Are:
Women's Clothing Size Large (I already have quite a bit of size Med and Sm clothes for them)
Women's Shoes Size 10 and 11
Men's Clothing Size Sm
Men's Shoes Size 8
Blankets
Pillows
Toothbrushes
Toothpaste
Soap
Deodorant
Razors
Lotion
Cooking Pots
Dishes

This family is living under a bed sheet right now. They ran out of their home 3 weeks ago today and still have only the clothes they were wearing that day. They have none of the daily "necessities" for life. PLEASE, help me bring back to them, a little of what they need. I am begging you...It's uncomfortable for me to ask for things for myself, but for my friends, I can be shameless...PLEASE, help me help them. (see post below about this family!)

If you can be of any help call me at (218)731-5060. I will be in flight off and on all day tomorrow so please leave a message if I don't answer! Thank you SO much!

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A Face, A Family, A Name

This is my friend James...


This is his family...





This is what is left of their home...






This is where they are living today...






And these are all the belongings they have left in the world...






This is not "Haiti" needs your help. This is a face, a name, a woman who has her children but nothing else. This is a mother trying to take care of her children and a son trying to help his mother. This is my friend...






They cannot do it without our help! Will you help? I am collecting items to bring to this family. The only personal belongings they have are what they carried out of their home on January 12th. No soap, no toothbrushes, no changes of clothing or shoes. All they have is what you see. I can't allow that to be the life they know forever. I cannot sit here and tell them to wait for help that, quite possibly will never come to them. I have secured a way to get them supplies and now I need items to send. This is your chance to make a difference. We can not help everyone but we can help someone. This is my someone. Will they be yours?


Thank you, on behalf of this family and from the bottom of my heart.