<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:44:38.261-05:00</updated><category term='Watch and hear the story of a little baby that was given up to be saved.'/><title type='text'>New Life 4 Kids</title><subtitle type='html'>The official blog of New Life Children's Home and World Harvest Missions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6332690051633478653</id><published>2012-01-27T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T05:44:38.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God has Blessed New Life Children's Home</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month, God has blessed New Life with an overflow of volunteers, who have generously given their time and skills to make New Life an even more beautiful oasis in the heart of Port Au Prince, Haiti. We want to give a very special thank you to all of the people who contributed to the building efforts here at New Life. In one week, a team was able to build a beautiful recreation room for the children, as well as a great addition to our shower house. The end product was astounding and breathtaking! Now the children at New Life have an indoor place to play games, read books, learn and watch their favorite sporting events on television. This team also put an extension on our depot to provide shade and coverage for outdoor supplies and resources. We also were blessed with a team of men who came in to repair and chlorinate an existing well that was unable to be used due to contamination. New Life now has a working well, that the children use to get clean water for drinking and cleaning dishes and clothes. In the past month, bathrooms have been repaired, tile has been laid, buildings have been built, wells have been cleaned, and children have experienced a tremendous amount of love. Thank you for continuing to support us at New Life and thank you for your willingness to serve here. We would be nothing without you!! Thank you for your continued generosity, prayers, love and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;New Life Children’s Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6332690051633478653?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6332690051633478653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-has-blessed-new-life-childrens-home_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6332690051633478653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6332690051633478653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-has-blessed-new-life-childrens-home_27.html' title='God has Blessed New Life Children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-4484647842976291664</id><published>2012-01-26T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:13:13.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholera in Pestel update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We are so glad to report that all of your hard work and prayers are paying off. From December 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; to Jan 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; there have been 212 cases of cholera and 59 deaths. Since setting up our cholera stations and providing people with training in sanitation, many lives have been saved. We have also distributed Aquatabs and oral rehydration salts to many of these cholera patients. From January 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; January 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; only 48 new cases or cholera have occurred, with only 3 deaths. We are on our way to the mountains again where we will be transporting more supplies and medication to distribute to the emergency cholera stations that we set up on our first visit. Deaths due to cholera have decreased in this region because patients are no longer required to walk hours down rugged terrain to receive medical care. Those who would have died due to the long journey are now surviving. It is so sad for us to see these cholera patients suffer with watery diarrhea and vomiting, but your prayers and donations are helping to heal them and give them life. At our stations we pray with each patient. They are so grateful for the help and prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;On this trip to the mountains we will be holding two open-air medical clinics and will continue to care for the cholera patients. We really need your help. We had to hire two nurses per station, and workers to man each station. We must keep these workers at these stations for at least three more months. The rainy season in Haiti begins in March, which is when cholera usually increases. Too many people have already died needlessly. Please help us replenish our funds by marking donations to the cholera emergency fund. We are so grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Miriam Fredrick&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;New Life Children’s Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-4484647842976291664?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.newlife4kids.com/page37.html' title='Cholera in Pestel update'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4484647842976291664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/cholera-in-pestel-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4484647842976291664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4484647842976291664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/cholera-in-pestel-update.html' title='Cholera in Pestel update'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-1346351238986588893</id><published>2011-08-30T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:46:52.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out In Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvVltir5V5Q/TmNyrWBJXFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z7H-jmbaVw/s1600/IMG_3542_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvVltir5V5Q/TmNyrWBJXFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z7H-jmbaVw/s200/IMG_3542_2.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We decided to take advantage of what was left of the summer break from college.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My son and daughter both had summer jobs and then a period of time just before school started again in the fall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My daughter, Chelsea, and I had been to Haiti before and people say that when you leave, part of your heart stays there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We couldn't wait to go back. For my son, Corey, this was his first trip. The kids at New Life were really excited to see us, especially Chelsea, who had spent a lot of time with&lt;/span&gt; them last summer. After settling in, we got our marching orders as to where we would serve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We would be visiting other orphanages, accessing their needs and trying to find ways to help them in any way possible. New Life has been established in Port-Au-Prince for over thirty years. We went with Miriam to an orphanage that had basically been formed in one of the tent cities and then moved to a safer location by a group of compassionate volunteers from the states. From what we could tell, there were children without parents or relatives living in one of the tent cities and fending for themselves. This is hard to imagine because these tents and tarps barely resemble anything that could be considered a safe place to live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most of the tents have been there since just after the earthquake and were only meant to be temporary housing at best. A local Haitian woman gathered them together and began to care for them. At this point, there were over thirty children and they were desperate. Now, they had a safe place to live, but needed guidance as to how to organize, feed, and clothe all of these children!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is where New Life has stepped in. One of the times that we visited, we were escorted by Andremese, a nurse that has worked with Miriam for many years. She met with the leaders at the newly formed orphanage and set up a clinic using donated medicine. They had brought food during the last visit. The volunteers that we worked with helped by holding, bathing, and playing with the kids. If you have children of your own, you know that you try to plan and learn everything that you can about raising children as soon as you find out that you are expecting one. Multiply that by many many children and your plan isn't working anymore. The experience of Miriam and the staff at New Life are immeasurable. Without a good foundation, orphanages, like this one often don't make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;New Life has experienced a wonderful infusion of volunteers since the earthquake and they have been able to send them to help with different needs in the community. There are so many needs that we could never run out of places and people to help. I am reminded about the verse about never growing tired of doing good. We served at several orphanages and I can't even tell you how heavy my heart was while I was at each one. One was a home for just boys and they were being raised by two young men with a heart to rescue the others. Another was in the mountains and many of the children there looked very sick. All of them had needs that were desperate and ongoing.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpxTnCP4vY/TmNyv56jr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/PMnARzohaAI/s1600/IMG_3802.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpxTnCP4vY/TmNyv56jr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/PMnARzohaAI/s200/IMG_3802.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Miriam believes that God will provide for the needs of the over 130 kids at New Life. I honestly couldn't understand why they would give away so much food and medicine and clothing and supplies when they have so many children of their own to care for. This is where faith comes in and this is one of the things that Miriam has a lot of. Why? Because she has seen God in action and she knows how He works. You have to step out in faith. If God has been faithful to provide for the children at New Life for all of these years, don't you think that the other children in desperate need in Haiti are loved by God just as much? When their stomachs are full, they can listen. Then, they can know that God really loves them and has heard their prayers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I looked around and realized that with a good foundation, they can grow to be a family. They may not have parents, but they have each other and now they are heading in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjky1inB37s/TmNytxzd6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9f0XXoWinBE/s1600/IMG_3695.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjky1inB37s/TmNytxzd6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9f0XXoWinBE/s200/IMG_3695.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Please be praying for the children in these orphanages and at New Life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The children are the future of Haiti.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Blessings-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Debbie McCall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-1346351238986588893?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1346351238986588893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/stepping-out-in-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1346351238986588893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1346351238986588893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/stepping-out-in-faith.html' title='Stepping Out In Faith'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvVltir5V5Q/TmNyrWBJXFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z7H-jmbaVw/s72-c/IMG_3542_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3417066826398122500</id><published>2011-08-28T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:46:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjky1inB37s/TmNytxzd6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9f0XXoWinBE/s1600/IMG_3695.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjky1inB37s/TmNytxzd6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9f0XXoWinBE/s200/IMG_3695.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We were on our way to Haiti. It was time for us to pack for our trip and my son and daughter and I were trying to squeeze everything that we thought we needed to stay in a fourth world country into a suitcase. The airline that we had chosen has a limit of forty pounds per person. That didn't sound so difficult at the time. My daughter, Chelsea had been to Haiti several times and she decided to take on the challenge of only taking a backpack.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For me, I would try to squeeze my suitcase to the limit and maybe even go over the allotted weight in hopes that someone at the ticket counter would have mercy and not make me check my bag. I think that the person who invented those really strong zippers on suitcases should be in some hall of fame somewhere. I like to have my stuff close to me and ready when I need it. After all, I am a mom. Need a snack? Got it. Forgot your mosquito spray? Here, use mine.  I opened my empty suitcase. Around it, I had spread all of the items that I thought I would need. One by one, I considered their importance before placing them inside. If you have ever been to Haiti, you know that there are things that are like gold when you get there.  A flashlight is a must in case the electricity goes out.  Extra batteries are great to have. Those small portable fans are wonderful, too. Oh, and bug spray...just trust me on this one. Spiders, palmetto bugs and mosquitoes, oh my!  I was totally prepared, or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp5RHwprHmA/TmOrHH2dD4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-F5ec-d1Zgo/s1600/IMG_8750.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp5RHwprHmA/TmOrHH2dD4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-F5ec-d1Zgo/s200/IMG_8750.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wasn't ready for what I was about to see when we landed in Port-Au-Prince. It had been a year since I returned from Haiti.  I stared in silence as the driver that picked us up at the airport drove us through the city streets and to New Life, in the center of it all. My heart sank as the grim reality of poverty and helplessness surrounded us. The people that we would be serving didn't have anything to speak of, not even the amount of personal items that we had in just our one suitcase.  They lived each day one at a time in hopes of providing for themselves and their families.  Most of them are hard workers, but work is hard to find.  As far as my eyes could see was covered in dust.  After all, it is Haiti in August. Isn't it supposed to be the rainy season? That would be even worse because all of this dust would turn to mud and the people living tents all over the city would be even more distraught.  Why are the tents still here? Why haven't  people been moved to some sort of more permanent housing? What happened to the massive amounts of money that was donated to relief agencies after the earthquake over a year and a half ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3zDXD2LolY/TmOSdmF-cEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eo6kFPd83TI/s1600/IMG_0233.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3zDXD2LolY/TmOSdmF-cEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eo6kFPd83TI/s200/IMG_0233.jpeg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfnwAk9Z6_Q/TmOShA7v4DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7sFp6UUy_gc/s1600/IMG_6929.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfnwAk9Z6_Q/TmOShA7v4DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7sFp6UUy_gc/s200/IMG_6929.jpeg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our vehicle arrived New Life Children's Home and Rescue Center. The driver beeped the horn and someone opened the gate for us.  What a peaceful place! It was great to see the kids again and how much each of them had grown since last summer.  The children there have been given a chance to experience their childhood in a safe place where they are loved and accepted and I felt glad to be a part of it. If you are helping to support New Life in any way, you would have had the same feeling. I looked around at the kids playing and laughing and I wondered where they would be if New Life wasn't there. I know that some day they will have to leave and go out on their own, possibly into the surrounding areas that we had just driven through. These kids are being educated with the highest standards possible. They are learning biblical values and integrity and an honest trade. Sure, they all have a painful story about their past, but they have a chance to change their future and the future of Haiti for the better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Debbie McCall&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3417066826398122500?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3417066826398122500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-much-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3417066826398122500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3417066826398122500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-much-stuff.html' title='Too Much Stuff'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjky1inB37s/TmNytxzd6LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9f0XXoWinBE/s72-c/IMG_3695.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6401089376952778126</id><published>2011-04-25T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T06:53:54.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at New Life Children's Home</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QqALdzfir5c/TbVQa9taWiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VLF7F1RN8gE/s1600/Image00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QqALdzfir5c/TbVQa9taWiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VLF7F1RN8gE/s200/Image00001.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Moesly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;April 24, 2011 Easter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What an amazing day! This day reminded me of why I am in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Today was Easter. The day we celebrate our Risen Savor... how awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWRIwT8cgmI/TbVQg3gxsTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4B6EPT7LxzA/s1600/Image00004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWRIwT8cgmI/TbVQg3gxsTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4B6EPT7LxzA/s200/Image00004.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We woke up to blue skies and the sounds of Haiti...roosters crowing, dogs barking, the water truck playing the titanic song as he drives up and down the roads to sell water; in the distance I can hear children laughing and people talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_TKVje02a0/TbVQlIOAAmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dSRrRBPCzzM/s1600/Image00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_TKVje02a0/TbVQlIOAAmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dSRrRBPCzzM/s200/Image00006.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The first thing I always do after I get up, and of course get my one diet coke allotted for the day...is walk out on the balcony and just look and listen.... I love this part of the morning... so much is going on, but yet it is so peaceful to me. The compound is busy getting ready for the day, there is so much movement, but there is a peace here that just surrounds you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95AnQfZuQOA/TbVQs5wvuAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_qqtUIm79ww/s1600/Image00009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95AnQfZuQOA/TbVQs5wvuAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_qqtUIm79ww/s200/Image00009.jpg" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Today was special, Sundays are always special, but this is Easter and we were going to praise our God and have fun doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We started out with church this morning... all the kids dressed up and so proud. The kids sang together special songs and we had communion. There is just something special about having church under a tin roof, with fans blowing, the breeze coming through the open doors, it just seems right. The electric going off and on... we just keep on worshiping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After church, we had a special Easter meal... turkey and gravy, rice, macaroni salad, red beets, macaroni and cheese, salad, vegetable casserole and Hawaiian punch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our kids before they eat, help feed the handicap and the babies... they do this without even a thought... the older kids help the younger kids and we don’t even ask them to do this... this is their culture and they help each other... they are a family here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When it is time for them to eat, they wash their hands, get in line, they come in and sit down. The food is passed out and a prayer is said, but what I like most is that no one eats until everyone has their food. They are patient and there is no complaining. They are truly thankful for their food. When they saw their meal today... if you could have seen their faces! It made me smile just to watch them. We eat like this everyday in the States, but in Haiti, a meal like this doesn’t come very often and they are so thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnY_FpbI6mU/TbVQjJT11pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xuP5hsak4bE/s1600/Image00005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnY_FpbI6mU/TbVQjJT11pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xuP5hsak4bE/s200/Image00005.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After we ate, all the kids cleaned the kitchen and dining area and then headed for the Mango Tree. They didn’t know it, but over the weekend we had some special girls here that made individual Easter baskets for each of the kids with their names on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When the kids came over, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing! We had them all sit down and explained how much God loved them and that these special gifts from people they do not even know, but love them and pray for them every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We handed them out and when we counted to 3, they all got to open their bags...I wish you could have seen their faces... it brought so much joy to all of us to see them so happy. We turned up the music and the day began....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I sat down and just took it in... so much laughter, kids running in all directions, playing, skateboarding, swinging... then I closed my eyes and just listened to the sounds of New Life... so full of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As the sun was setting and we were winding down... we all looked at each other and said almost at the same time... this was the most perfect day ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I know that New Life is a Children's Home and Rescue Center, but it is so much more... it is an oasis in the middle of a broken country. The kids that are here came with no hope...they were dying, broken with heartaches and pasts that we could not even begin to understand. Some that have come, I have said to myself... how will they ever smile again? How will they ever laugh? Their sadness is unbearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But as I look out today I know what it takes... I see and hear the proof every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8YGh9phT3s/TbVQn10ixKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8ynf7zn4dHs/s1600/Image00007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8YGh9phT3s/TbVQn10ixKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8ynf7zn4dHs/s200/Image00007.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The secret to mending these children's pasts, is GOD and LOVE put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What an amazing combination....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6401089376952778126?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6401089376952778126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-at-new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6401089376952778126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6401089376952778126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-at-new-life-childrens-home.html' title='Easter at New Life Children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QqALdzfir5c/TbVQa9taWiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VLF7F1RN8gE/s72-c/Image00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-8042417192957290630</id><published>2011-03-13T07:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:40:22.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Sherry. New Life Childrens Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dkIlD-biqyg/TXyvE7J3wkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AqYRK9gWojE/s1600/Home.DSCF3305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dkIlD-biqyg/TXyvE7J3wkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AqYRK9gWojE/s200/Home.DSCF3305.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;March 12, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Danny and I have been in Haiti for almost 6 months now. Today we left to come back to the US for a much needed break and to see our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Last night was a really hard night on our hearts. It was Friday night and that means movie night! Bill one of our friends staying with us, bought all of our kids’ ice cream. In Haiti, this is a really big deal! Since I have been in Haiti, I have only had ice cream one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Danny and I knew we were leaving and we knew we had to tell the kids. I had already cried half the morning at just the thought of leaving them and now the time had come to say good bye… not forever, just a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;These kids have become part of our family. They are in our hearts, just like our own kids. We love them, play with them, discipline them when needed… we treat them as we would our own kids. But how do you say good bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RJzkXzEpU90/TXyu9M2Hm9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OSCL-Z1KG4o/s1600/Home.DSCF3262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RJzkXzEpU90/TXyu9M2Hm9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OSCL-Z1KG4o/s200/Home.DSCF3262.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have watched Danny love these kids. One thing about Danny is that he is a man, but he also shows affection. He hugs them, tells them that he loves them, and wrestles with them for what seems like hours at a time. He sneaks in their rooms and tackles them until everyone is tackling him…He is showing these boys how to be men, but also teaching them that it is ok to show love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There isn’t anything that he does on the property that there are not boys beside him wanting to help… so he lets them drill, use the hammer, help with fixing whatever it is that needs fixing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that these kids truly love him and respect him. I am so proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GtHpduD9Vn8/TXyvAjzgpSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilLRpINnqtE/s1600/Home.DSCF3274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GtHpduD9Vn8/TXyvAjzgpSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilLRpINnqtE/s200/Home.DSCF3274.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Before the movie, we always watch and sing to a DVD. We now have our devotions outside as we have a projector. It’s perfect! We show it on the side of a building, under a big tree. The wind is blowing; the stars are out… it just seems like the perfect spot. Last night it was 74* and for Haiti, this was cold, so we were all wrapped up in blankets… as we worshipped, my heart just cried… Life is so different over there…so hard, but so simple. You just find out what’s important. If you have God, shelter and food then your ok, but when you add in LOVE…I have to say it’s perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now that we are back in the US for the first night, I really don’t know how to sort all this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I came back, had a wonderful dinner, took a hot bath, watched TV and here I sit with A/C and a comfortable bed waiting on me. Wow, I have so much! All of this is so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eh1oiaCJGEM/TXyvIolokII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mw7_gRuwVEg/s1600/Home.DSCF3327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eh1oiaCJGEM/TXyvIolokII/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mw7_gRuwVEg/s200/Home.DSCF3327.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that when you don’t have anything, you are so thankful for whatever you do have. When you take a cold shower, you are just thankful that you have water. When you don’t have A/C and you’re so hot, you are thankful that at least you have a generator for the lights and fan. When you don’t have a TV, you just find you have more time for other things. When you only have a certain amount of clothes to wear. You are just thankful that you have them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that material things are good to have as I have had my share. I am not saying that you shouldn’t have nice things, or that it is wrong to have so much. I have had all of this. I am just seeing that it is not what you have that makes you happy. When you take all of that away, and you only have the basics it’s hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What I am trying to say is that God wants us to have a wonderful, successful life. He does not want us to live in poverty. We are his children and just as we want the best for our kids, he wants the best for us. But if what you have or how much money you have in the bank decides your happiness, then you need to reevaluate where you are heading. The things that God blessed you with should add to your life, not be your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want you to really think… if you wake up in the am and you have a roof over your head, food to eat, water to drink, clothes to wear… then try making your first words… thank you God for all you have given me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I never want material things to come between me and God… they have in my past. I have learned a lot about what’s important in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GroD98O9K9s/TXyu-wt40_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J53dZbArYA0/s1600/Home.DSCF3272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GroD98O9K9s/TXyu-wt40_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J53dZbArYA0/s200/Home.DSCF3272.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I know that if I have God as number one and I have love then I am happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My prayer to God is that my happiness will not depend on how little I have or how much I have and that my Joy will come from him and not the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GtHpduD9Vn8/TXyvAjzgpSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilLRpINnqtE/s1600/Home.DSCF3274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GtHpduD9Vn8/TXyvAjzgpSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ilLRpINnqtE/s200/Home.DSCF3274.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And God please don’t ever let me take things for granted… I want to always appreciate everything that you have given me. Let me see the world through your eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-8042417192957290630?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8042417192957290630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/dan-and-sherry-new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8042417192957290630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8042417192957290630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/dan-and-sherry-new-life-childrens-home.html' title='Dan and Sherry. New Life Childrens Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dkIlD-biqyg/TXyvE7J3wkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AqYRK9gWojE/s72-c/Home.DSCF3305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-2211361925892031841</id><published>2011-03-10T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T06:47:05.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Noah</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JjVKF0VoNCU/TXi3mbwF34I/AAAAAAAAAEM/buO_GgHednU/s1600/Noah.DSCF3250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JjVKF0VoNCU/TXi3mbwF34I/AAAAAAAAAEM/buO_GgHednU/s200/Noah.DSCF3250.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Miriam and Sherry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;March 9, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want to give you an update on Noah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You know that when we first took Noah, I just wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out… He was so sick, full of worms, scabies, ringworm, diarrhea, starving, won’t speak and such a sad face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If I were tell you that it has been easy, I would be lying. Little Noah has required so much time and attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Twice a day, we have to bathe him and apply antibiotic ointment to his entire body. Then we have to apply scabies medicine to his entire body. We have to wash his sheets and clothes everyday to keep the scabies from reinfecting him. He has constant diarrhea as the dead worms are coming out of his body. Most of the time it goes all over him, us and his bed so everything has to be cleaned again. As soon as you get everything cleaned, you look down and you have to do it all over again… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We had his lab work done and everything came back negative… Yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;These past 2 weeks working with Noah has so humbled me. If I look from far away, he is just another child that needs help; as there are so many. But when you look close, you see a little scared boy, sick, malnourished and wanting the same thing that my boys wanted when they were sick. To be held and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TmPJLCIEWWQ/TXi3yUBm6gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tnmdsHI58hg/s1600/Noah.DSCF3245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TmPJLCIEWWQ/TXi3yUBm6gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tnmdsHI58hg/s200/Noah.DSCF3245.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miriam and Noah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It’s easy if when you think of “those poor kids in Haiti” and you just group them all together. But if you look closer, I mean really close; you will see that these kids are just like our kids at home. They have feelings, they get scared, sick and lonely. They cry, but the difference over here in Haiti is that if someone doesn’t take the time to look closer, then what will happen to these children? Taking a closer look, may put a strain and extra work on you. But what if we don’t? What if we just look the other way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d9sn7MSAtms/TXi3qfgJUDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/g1mNr3Q7G04/s1600/Noah.DSCF3204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d9sn7MSAtms/TXi3qfgJUDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/g1mNr3Q7G04/s200/Noah.DSCF3204.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sherry and Noah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I’ve learned a lot this past 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I was sitting under the Mango Tree this past Sunday as we were having Church there. I looked up a few seats and there with a big smile on his face was Noah. I got up and went straight for him. He smiled at me. Put his hand on my lap, clapped to the songs, put his hand back on my lap… he trusted me. I kept holding him next to me during Church. My heart was just overflowing with this little guy that has come so far in such a short time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What a beautiful smile. What a sweet personality. I almost missed out on this as I didn’t want to look closer, because I knew if I did, I would have to do what was in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm so glad my mom was there to make that decision. Now maybe the next time I won’t hesitate to do what’s in my heart. Will it be work, yes, will it be a lot of work, yes, and will it be worth it…just look at that smile…no doubt…yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My mom arrived in Haiti tonight and we went over to the Children’s Home and I said, you have got to see Noah! She gave him big hugs and he just smiled so big… what a great moment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yes, he still has diarrhea and needs ointment rubbed all over him everyday as his body heals…do we have a room and bed for him yet…no…but just as New Life has done for the last 103 kids, we will find a bed, we will make room. Noah is part of our family now. Families make sacrifices for each other. I can say that its ok… it’s what we do… and what we will continue to do just as my mom has done for the past 34 years. Instead of looking at the circumstances, she looks at the child… isn’t that the way it should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rF5a0r8eZBc/TXi3oYaFRHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HcVrzu2rT_E/s1600/Noah.DSCF3200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rF5a0r8eZBc/TXi3oYaFRHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HcVrzu2rT_E/s200/Noah.DSCF3200.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-2211361925892031841?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2211361925892031841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-noah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2211361925892031841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2211361925892031841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-noah.html' title='Update on Noah'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JjVKF0VoNCU/TXi3mbwF34I/AAAAAAAAAEM/buO_GgHednU/s72-c/Noah.DSCF3250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3282998005337141613</id><published>2011-03-03T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:06:35.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;March 3, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vn8miUv7nz0/TW-bXn5S57I/AAAAAAAAADs/44zFKSpM2hY/s1600/blog-DSCF3016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vn8miUv7nz0/TW-bXn5S57I/AAAAAAAAADs/44zFKSpM2hY/s200/blog-DSCF3016.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want to introduce you to Noah. The other day as I was busy working on the compound as the work never stops here. A car drove in and 2 Haitian Ladies got out of the car and then came a little boy. They looked official by the way they were dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q2wBQXTGxYk/TW-eozDOJvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/de_tthqVQJ0/s1600/blog-DSCF3006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q2wBQXTGxYk/TW-eozDOJvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/de_tthqVQJ0/s200/blog-DSCF3006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will have to admit to you that the first thing I thought was … oh no, we can’t take him. I knew what they were after before I even walked up to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I greeted them and with Judy as my interpreter, I watched the little boy hold on to the woman that was with him… his eyes were glazed over, his face was full of fear and sadness. His entire body was covered in scabies and looked like they had been there for a long time. I could see that he was infested with ringworm as it was lumped all over his ears. His belly protruded from underneath his shirt and he was shaking. His feet and legs were swollen with fluid. He was totally malnourished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L0WJ-lCuPNM/TW-baWlnJGI/AAAAAAAAADw/SELR81mNplQ/s1600/blog-DSCF3018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L0WJ-lCuPNM/TW-baWlnJGI/AAAAAAAAADw/SELR81mNplQ/s200/blog-DSCF3018.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The woman, who I found out, was the Head of EBas, which is the Social Service to children in Haiti. She told me that this little guy was abandoned and a Pastor was trying to care for him, but died of a heart attack. They found the little boy curled up in a fetal position. They don’t know how long he was left alone. They have no name, no records, and no birth certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P1KlN8RONqQ/TW-bvXLtLjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1-G7GnahMnI/s1600/blog-DSCF3003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P1KlN8RONqQ/TW-bvXLtLjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1-G7GnahMnI/s200/blog-DSCF3003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say the truth… I felt really terrible for this little boy… I wanted to help him so bad, but in my mind I was thinking…How could we take care of him? What would we do with him; he is full of scabies and worms. We have no room for him as we are already over capacity. Our Children’s Home was only built for 70 kids and one of our buildings came down in the earthquake and we now have over 100 kids. It’s hard enough to raise the support for all the kids we have; not including school tuition. Where would we put him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wanted to tell the woman a gentle no…but I didn’t know how… I was wishing my mom was here to tell her, but she had gone into town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Just then, my mom drove in the gate. I said to myself, thank God… She came right over and new the woman from many years of work here in Haiti. She looked at the young boy and immediately sat down beside him and put her arms around him. She held him real close… scabies and all. I watched and listened to the woman tell my mom the story and my mom said, of course we will take him! She hugged him and still held him close. She looked at me and said “what should we name him?” We thought through some names, but none seem to fit… and then we came up with Noah. Perfect, somehow it just fit him. She called our head nanny to come over to get Noah. I said to her… how are we going to do this, he needs so much help and medical care and he’s full of worms and scabies and everything else… Where will we keep him so he is not around the other kids? How will we provide for him? My mom looked at me and said Sherry, this is what we do, its simple… this is how every child has come here and most were dying and in worse shape when they came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mh_5NO7FWUc/TW-beUI8VsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hXxcBebh808/s1600/blog-DSCF3009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mh_5NO7FWUc/TW-beUI8VsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hXxcBebh808/s200/blog-DSCF3009.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First they will put him in the clinic away from the other kids. They will give him a bath, change his clothes, put medicine on his skin and then we will get our Doctor here tomorrow to check him out and get all his lab work. It will be fine… she gave Noah a big hug and sent him off with our nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I still was not sure… I mean I wanted to take care of him, but it seemed like so much had to be done…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That evening Danny and I went down to the clinic to see how Noah was doing. He was sitting on a little bed with clean clothes, I could see that he had been bathed and he had a plate of food. I could see he was still very frightened. He had a spoon to eat with, but he would take large handfuls and shove it in his mouth. Anything that dropped, he was quick to pick it up and eat it… he kept looking at us as if we were going to take his food away… he was starving. I gave him a large bottle of pedialite and he drank it right down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This was his second full plate of food and he wanted more. I could see that what he ate would fill an adult up, but what I could sense was that he didn’t know what it was like to be full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We gave him worm medicine, he had terrible diarrhea, and we put more scabies medicine on him. When we were all finished, he laid down in his little bed with a pillow… I don’t think he has ever had a bed or a pillow from the way he was acting. I laid down beside him and I saw him smile for just a moment. He buried his head in his pillow. I gave him a small truck to play with and he hid it in his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7jGaXMgnbVI/TW-blLzu3vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/63FKHg4rCZg/s1600/blog-DSCF3007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7jGaXMgnbVI/TW-blLzu3vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/63FKHg4rCZg/s200/blog-DSCF3007.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I knew my mom made the right choice and I'm so glad she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I look back now and as I look at the New Life Compound and the healthy kids that live here. I'm so thankful that my mom doesn’t wait on the world to say its ok, or the finances to be in the bank. She does what God asks of her and keeps going. Every building and every child on this compound is a testimony of God’s faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wish I could say that when Noah got out of the car, that I went to him and made him feel safe and that I went with my heart instead of my mind. That I looked to God to provide for his children and not me… but I didn’t.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I see so many kids that have Noah’s fate. I pray that God will NEVER let me not help because I have taken my eyes off of him and his faithfulness and looked at the circumstances instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;New Life would not be here today if my mom looked to the world. She told me that after 34 years of watching God do the impossible, she doesn’t look behind her as she already knows that he is faithful. She just looks ahead and keeps going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Every day I continue to learn here in Haiti. I know God doesn’t expect me to have the faith that my mom has, but he is showing me and teaching me about true faith in him. Have I got it all…No, but am I learning, Yes. Will I do it right the next time? I can’t say. But I'm going to keep on this journey of trying to look at God and what he would do and not at the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BHAZFzFn8R8/TW-djf6EiAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3oBdUlIWes4/s1600/blog-DSCF3012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BHAZFzFn8R8/TW-djf6EiAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3oBdUlIWes4/s200/blog-DSCF3012.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I use to wear a bracelet with WWJD… didn’t really take it serious then, but now I understand the true meaning of those letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I think that’s a really good saying to use in all of life …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What would Jesus do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God when the circumstances of life face me and I don’t know what to do or how to handle it, let me think of those words…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3282998005337141613?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3282998005337141613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/noah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3282998005337141613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3282998005337141613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/noah.html' title='Noah'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vn8miUv7nz0/TW-bXn5S57I/AAAAAAAAADs/44zFKSpM2hY/s72-c/blog-DSCF3016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-1346024106634729362</id><published>2011-02-17T05:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:06:51.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;February 16, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want to tell you what happened to Danny and I the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSrRh0bmBec/TVz-MzAcz5I/AAAAAAAAADY/33SGnwIasDo/s1600/web-DSCF2603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSrRh0bmBec/TVz-MzAcz5I/AAAAAAAAADY/33SGnwIasDo/s200/web-DSCF2603.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It was our day off and we were heading to the beach as this is our place that we can relax. Danny had on blue jeans and tennis shoes. I asked him, “why are you wearing that to the beach, it’s a really hot day and you usually wear shorts and flip-flops.” He just said that it was what he felt like wearing. As long as he’s happy, then I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We were suppose to leave early, but didn’t end up leaving until after 12:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Everything was going good, driving the same route we always do. Past tent cities with rundown and sun beaten tents. Kids begging in the streets; hot dry and dusty as we haven’t had any rain. The Buildings still in rubble just as they were a year ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We were in a hurry as half the day was already gone. Eventually we were out of the city and on the long road that takes you north. This road goes up and down hills and what seems to be a very long desert. This road is very heavily traveled by every kind of vehicle and very large trucks. There is no speed limit and people pass going around corners and up the hills. This is a road that you do not want to get stuck on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As we were driving, we saw what appeared to be a man scooting on his bottom using his hands and feet to push him along. Danny and I looked at each other and thought…what is he doing? That pavement must be 200 degrees out in this heat and he is using his bare hands and feet to move; meanwhile the cars and trucks are passing him within near inches of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aCcRec2pVI/TVz-4z5lDCI/AAAAAAAAADc/u0L7nskbUy0/s1600/web-DSCF2605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aCcRec2pVI/TVz-4z5lDCI/AAAAAAAAADc/u0L7nskbUy0/s200/web-DSCF2605.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I started wondering; doesn’t anyone else see this man? Why is everyone just passing by? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As we passed him, we just stared at each other… we turned the car around, not sure of what we were going to do, but knew we had to do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgpr61wI0js/TVz_bH9awVI/AAAAAAAAADk/-qSw2o3bAGw/s1600/web-DSCF2610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgpr61wI0js/TVz_bH9awVI/AAAAAAAAADk/-qSw2o3bAGw/s200/web-DSCF2610.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As we parked the farthest off the road as we could, we got out of the car and asked him what his name was… he said my name is Robinson…he was sweating profusely, his hands were callused with burn marks and his feet were raw from the hot pavement. I knew we had to help him, but how? I said to God… what do we do? Wishing I had a wheelchair to give him or something to really help him. So we got a bottle of cold water out of the car and gave it to him… he drank it straight down. Then we got 2 more bottles of water and gave them to him and he drank them both in less then a minute… he was so thirsty… I was thinking, lets try and get a phone number from him and we could come back with a wheelchair for him or something to help him scoot on the ground with wheels… we tried everything, but the language barrier stopped us… so I called 2 different Haitian people to try and get his phone number… they couldn’t understand him. What are we going to do? We can’t just leave him here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I went to the car and brought out some cookies that we had… we gave them to him and he seemed to be starving… my heart was just breaking for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoJmU8xYBDU/TVz_heh9W4I/AAAAAAAAADo/aOqtaCq6rEw/s1600/web-DSCF2609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoJmU8xYBDU/TVz_heh9W4I/AAAAAAAAADo/aOqtaCq6rEw/s200/web-DSCF2609.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I asked God again, how can we help him, we don’t have anything with us. Then I looked at Danny and we both looked down at his tennis shoes… I didn’t say anything; Danny bent down on the pavement, took of his shoes and socks, took the man’s feet and gently put his socks on his burning feet, then gently put his shoes on the man’s feet. As I was watching Danny give away his only pair of shoes without even a thought and watching the man’s face stare at Danny, there were no words to describe what I felt at that moment; tears running down my face, in awe of what God had done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Only God knew that there was a hurting man needing tennis shoes that day. God knew the exact time we needed to leave in order to pass him on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We prayed that God would protect this sweet man and keep him safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As we drove off, I couldn’t hold back my tears… and Danny either…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes we don’t know why things happen, but you never know when God has a plan for you and you don’t even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Danny said to me, “that was my only pair of shoes” and we just looked at each other and said, “I know, and that’s the best part.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please God give me your eyes so I can see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please don’t ever let me become so accustomed to the sights around me that my heart becomes callused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNNbuLRPhUY/TVz_SCwz5UI/AAAAAAAAADg/hT5luRXm_pg/s1600/DSCF2607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNNbuLRPhUY/TVz_SCwz5UI/AAAAAAAAADg/hT5luRXm_pg/s200/DSCF2607.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please don’t ever let me not feel the hurt of someone else’s pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please keep Robinson safe and let him know that he is loved by a very Awesome God and by 2 strangers, which are not strangers anymore. ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-1346024106634729362?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1346024106634729362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-on-street.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1346024106634729362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1346024106634729362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-on-street.html' title='Man on the Street'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSrRh0bmBec/TVz-MzAcz5I/AAAAAAAAADY/33SGnwIasDo/s72-c/web-DSCF2603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-5865218297052137475</id><published>2011-02-16T05:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:28:48.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Sherry. New Life Childrens Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jdie4aNozas/TVuyQ6rSTKI/AAAAAAAAADU/9XeIlaUeVsk/s1600/IMG_5370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jdie4aNozas/TVuyQ6rSTKI/AAAAAAAAADU/9XeIlaUeVsk/s200/IMG_5370.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;February 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tonight I have a lot of things on my mind and on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Living in Haiti has taught me so much about myself and continues to teach me. My old thoughts that I use to think, I now question. I have been put on the other side of what use to be my natural thought process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As I live in Haiti, I now know what its like to be the minority. When I go anywhere, I am white. I cannot hide. I am stared at. When I drive, I am noticed. (at lease in my mind I feel this way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When I go into the market and I do not have a Haitian person with me, I feel a knot in my stomach. As I walk down the isle, I am watched. Meanwhile the whole time I am picking out my things, I am thinking about paying…will I make a fool of myself? I know the Haitian money pretty good, but when there is a long line and it’s my turn, I feel that everyone is watching me… I want to do it right to show that I know what I'm doing, but inside I am praying… when she tells me the amount, I'm hoping that I will understand. When I finally get to my vehicle, there is a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When I go somewhere like a restaurant or place of business and they only speak Creole, I think to myself… shouldn’t they have an English speaking person here too? But they don’t. I want to say, excuse me, but why don’t you have someone here that speaks English? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But what I have come to realize, is that this is not my country. I am in their country. I can’t expect them to conform to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am going to admit to what my old thoughts were in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When I was working as a nurse. I worked in a small town. Out of 50 employees there was only one African American girl working for them. I never thought much about it, but now I wonder if she ever felt out of place? I never took the time to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When someone would call the office and spoke only Spanish, I will admit that I would think to myself, this is America, if you’re going to live here, then you need to speak English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When I would see someone from a different country trying to make sense of our money when we are talking to them in English, I remember now, seeing there frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now here I am on the other side… I'm living in a country that is mostly Haitian; I barely can speak the language… I'm trying… but it’s so hard. The money can totally frustrate you. I think back to my old thoughts… I never understood what other cultures go through in the U.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Haitian people have never made me feel bad, they have never been mean to me. They treat me as their friend and try to help me. They don’t judge me. I wish I could say that I have been so kind in my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I can’t go back and change the thoughts that I use to have, but I can say that slowly, I am different… I'm learning day to day the hard way… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The next time that I go to the U.S., I want to make a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love Haiti and the Haitian people. I wouldn’t change this experience for anything…I am just praying that I will continue to grow and learn everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that it’s good to walk in another person’s shoes… even if it feels uncomfortable. Its making me the person I am today… I never want to stay the same, no matter what the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-5865218297052137475?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5865218297052137475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dan-and-sherry-new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5865218297052137475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5865218297052137475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dan-and-sherry-new-life-childrens-home.html' title='Dan and Sherry. New Life Childrens Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jdie4aNozas/TVuyQ6rSTKI/AAAAAAAAADU/9XeIlaUeVsk/s72-c/IMG_5370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-5784059477020247399</id><published>2011-02-12T05:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:47:53.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life children's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;February 12, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESGoW9xDrF8/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/NUrt9tpuX8s/s1600/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESGoW9xDrF8/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/NUrt9tpuX8s/s200/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and Sherry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This last couple of weeks in Haiti has shown me a lot. Since I come from the United States we are so use to a certain way of life. We are free. We say that all the time…but you do not really know what freedom is until you don’t have it. We complain about our Government and the people WE elect. We live in a country that the people make the decisions and then complain about the outcome. Or we sit back and let other people take the rights we once use to have ( like prayer in school ) and then we complain because we don’t have it anymore, even though we sat by and let it be taken away in a country were We can fight for what we want and believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In OUR country we have a voice. If enough people get upset about something, the news is there to get every detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If we have a natural disaster, our Government will call for a State of Emergency and within hours there will be help coming from all directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm not in any way trying to make you feel bad for this, as we are the most blessed Nation in the world… I just want you to hear a little of what its like to be in a country were we have NO voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As you know, Haiti has been through so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First I want to talk to you about the earthquake… it has been over one year since that devastating day in January 2010… A country that was already broken was brought to a place that is beyond what a person can comprehend. Over a year later, almost the entire population is still living in tents, but now it is much worse, the tents are worn out from the sun, the kids might get one meal a day, there is sewage and trash everywhere, and young girls are selling their bodies for food or being gang raped in the tent cities. This has lead to thousands of unwanted pregnancies for these teenage girls. These teenagers that can’t care for themselves are now having babies…How will Haiti deal with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As you go down the streets, most of all the ruble and fallen buildings are still there. This has just become part of the landscape of Haiti. Just having clean water to drink is a luxury. Taking a shower is usually out of a bucket. Having electric is mostly non-existent in most places still to this day, unless you own a generator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Then we have the Cholera outbreak. Just when you didn’t think Haiti could take anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But what I really wanted to talk about was the elections. (Not my view on them.¬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want you to know what Haiti and I'm sure other countries go through during these times as I have learned first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;During times of unrest, during the most important time that you need information as to what is happening in the country, You wait by the TV and radio for any news at all of what is happening outside. During this time, all TV stations are playing movies or music instead of the news as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You keep watching hoping to get a glimpse of what is going on. All at once a station comes on and shows live coverage…within minutes, the station is taken off and music is playing. The internet becomes so slow that you can’t use it. You are getting so frustrated because you need to know what is happening, but the country wipes out every way of communication so you cannot know what is happening. This can go on for days, depending on what is happening. I will say that this eventually will make you very frustrated and upset as you see that they can take away every right you have and you can do nothing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To the outside world, when they see Haitians burning tires and making a scene, most people, unless you have lived under these kind of conditions would not understand. I will say that I do understand. When you have NO voice, and&amp;nbsp;no one will listen to you, the only way to get the attention of the world is to do these things… this is their voice. You can’t judge them unless you have been in their position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Haitian people are wonderful, caring, humble people. They have dreams for their lives just as we do ours. They want their kids to be educated. They want the best for their families, just like we do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The other night, this was during a period of great unrest in the country, we were asked to pray for 3 nights from 6-7 pm for Haiti and New Life with everyone in America praying at the same time. The day had been very stressful due to the unrest and uncertainty of what was going to happen next… there we were, 6 of us in the room… we could here the commotions outside, but there we were, holding hands, praying for each other, New Life and Haiti. After we prayed, we turned on some worship music and just worshipped God…During this time; it felt kind of surreal… I knew on the outside of our walls there was much unrest, but in our little room with our hands joined together, Hatians and Americans as one…there was such peace… I saw this picture in my mind. I could see God and he was very big, there was a great storm all around him raging, and in his hand he was holding all 6 of us very close to his chest…even with the storm raging, there was complete peace surrounding us. Even though I knew what was happening outside, I was not afraid…I know God was there with us in that room. I know the Angels were rejoicing as we were worshiping God in the midst of everything. We did this for the next 3 nights and God continued to hold us in his hand as he still is at this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As you all know, Haiti is not the only country in great turmoil right now, but what I'm trying to get across to you is how blessed you are to live in a FREE country. The next time you go to complain about something, think about where you live and the opportunity you have to change it. You have a voice! But most important, you have God. You have choices, you can sit back and blame or you can take a stand for what you believe in… so today, think of all the things you have to be thankful for…even in the worst of times, we still have more than most people have in their best times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But most important, you have God… he is there 24 hours a day, just waiting to hold you in his hands…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I promise, on your worst days, if you will worship God even though you don’t feel like it… your day will change…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-5784059477020247399?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5784059477020247399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5784059477020247399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5784059477020247399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-life-childrens-home.html' title='New Life children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESGoW9xDrF8/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/NUrt9tpuX8s/s72-c/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-2372989779326817236</id><published>2011-01-27T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:46:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life children's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wednesday, January 26, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s1600/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s200/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Today we went to Pigeon Ville to get School books for our kids. You would think this would be an easy task, just go downtown, buy the books and come back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Unless you have been in Haiti before, I will tell you how it really goes…lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You know first, that once you leave the compound for any reason at all that you will be gone for at least the rest of the day… due to different circumstances… which are usually … sitting in traffic for hours, you are broke down, going from place to place to place trying to find what you need, getting frustrated as the day passes, did I say sitting in traffic?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TUHZU6ZPwJI/AAAAAAAAACs/os-CNINCFhk/s1600/180299_1613313447863_1087089929_31460353_6978445_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TUHZU6ZPwJI/AAAAAAAAACs/os-CNINCFhk/s200/180299_1613313447863_1087089929_31460353_6978445_a.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Driving in Haiti is a job in itself! There are No rules in Haiti. Well, there maybe rules, but I don’t know them… there are no set lanes… no speed limits, no lines in the road, there are a few red lights, but you really just see who can get through first…lol There are no rules for break lights or blinkers or lights on the front of your vehicle at night… You can stop dead in the center of the road, you can make u-turns at anytime with oncoming traffic (at your own risk of course) you can cut in front of any car that you can inch into… you can drive on the sidewalk and make your own lane. It is your duty to Honk your horn… it is a must… You have to think of it as a game…and you’re going to win it! You must have complete concentration at all times as cars are stopping right in front of you with no warning, cutting in front of you, people are crossing the roads and motorcycles that are used as taxes are swerving in and out trying to get to wherever they are going faster than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So today as Judy and I went out… we went from store to store to store, trying to find all the books that the kids needed. There are no parking places; so you squeeze into some place and park on a curb or sidewalk. One place had a parking garage, which I wasn’t too happy about because of the earthquake, but there was no other place to park. It went straight down and just as the roof was about to go under the building I stopped! I said to Judy “I don’t think we are going to fit” we were totally on a downward slant about 2 inches from hitting the top of the building to go into the garage… and it’s a stick shift… First I wanted to say…”how can you make a garage that a normal vehicle can’t fit under?” but, At that moment I had to figure out a way to back out without letting the car go even 2 inches forward…I wanted to just push the gas and go backwards, but there were people walking behind me and cars going past… finally when we had the chance, I just prayed and put it in reverse and we made it out of there, thank God!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We left there and were caught in deadlock traffic. Just sitting there as there is nothing you can do. The car behind me just sits on the horn…hum….as he can see, there is NO place to go… but he keeps on with everyone else…I look at him in my mirror and wonder, why are you blowing your horn when I cant move one inch? You just have to laugh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;By the time we got back about 9 hours later, we were beat! I just wanted to fall down under the Mango Tree and close my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But, I don’t believe Haiti rests…lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Before long it was devotions time… I was sooo tired, but went anyway. We did worship again tonight. (We play DVDs with the words and pictures on a screen) Once I sat on the floor, the kids came over and snuggled with me and I wish you could have heard them! They were singing with everything in them... I think all of Port-au-Prince could here us! It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;At the end, Pastor Donnelly spoke to the kids in Creole… I didn’t know what he was saying. The kids started yelling MERCI (thank you) and clapping their hands… and then they came running up to me telling me MERCI and giving me hugs… I said to him… what did you say to the kids? He said I told them that you spent your whole day out buying their school books for them and they are so happy! I thought… they are happy to have school books? How awesome it was to see kids that actually were grateful for the opportunity to go to school and have books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This made me smile… I knew what I was doing today had to be done… but I didn’t know that they would care…I have to say that these kids amaze me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff007f; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;img id="_x0000_i1026" src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff007f; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-2372989779326817236?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2372989779326817236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-january-26-2011-today-we-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2372989779326817236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2372989779326817236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday-january-26-2011-today-we-went.html' title='New Life children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s72-c/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-1459796770691755738</id><published>2011-01-23T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:01:57.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From, New life Children's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Saturday, January 22, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TTwXok-t2vI/AAAAAAAAACk/gwmjkwqqdtw/s1600/DSCF2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TTwXok-t2vI/AAAAAAAAACk/gwmjkwqqdtw/s200/DSCF2304.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will start with saying that every day that you spend in Haiti you have different emotions. Some days you wake up ready to save the entire Country. Other days your just plane tired. Sometimes you get so frustrated that you just want to get on a raft and paddle away as fast as you can. Others days are emotional, A lot of days are mixed with every emotion and some are just really hardworking days that you feel like, ok… this was a good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This week at New Life we have had so much going on. We have added a few people to our staff here at New life… We have a wonderful girl named Sarah that has come from the States to work with the Handicapped fulltime and teach the Montons (Nannies) creative ways to keep them learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We also have Bob, a Contractor staying with us that is working with Danny on every project on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;compound… they are becoming a great team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We are in the process of adding 3 feet to our existing wall that surrounds the property and then putting Razor wire on top for additional safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We have never felt threatened in any way here at New Life, but we feel it would just be a good precautionary measure as Haiti is very unsettled as you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As we are trying to become more sustainable, we have enlarged the Garden area for more vegetables, doubled our Tilapia and we have had 7 baby Bunnies born this week, with more on the way. We are also hatching baby chickens for more eggs. This is just the beginning of our plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Today I am very proud of the kids. Every Saturday we do a thorough cleaning of the compound and Children’s Home. They worked so hard today and with such good attitudes. (Just so you know, as I am trying to write this, there is a puppy somewhere outside our wall that is screaming and barking… I feel like I need to go and save him somehow.) So after working this hard all day, it was good just to hang out with the kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If anyone were to see what its like to hang out in the hallway of the Children’s Home at night, you would just laugh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After devotions you just head to the hallway… that’s were all the action is…lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First you just sit down on the floor. Tonight it was Me, Danny, Sarah, Bob,Jeneane and Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TTwX_oAUFCI/AAAAAAAAACo/JwJVCqzaRdo/s1600/DSCF2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TTwX_oAUFCI/AAAAAAAAACo/JwJVCqzaRdo/s200/DSCF2309.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It only takes seconds before you are over taken with kids. Robin gets some books to read to the kids, so she has 3 or 4 on her lap, Jeneane is reading also to kids and as she reads, Islan, a little girl about 2 years old is trying to braid her hair. I sit down and Jonel has a comb and starts brushing my hair, before you know it I have 3 kids doing my hair. Sarah has Woodley braiding her hair and the kids playing with her sunglasses. Bob is trying to measure the hallway with his tape measure during all of this... not working so good as the kids think its a toy to try and catch...lol The girls are wanting to braid Danny’s hair so he wrestles them off! His hair… looks kind of like Fonzies when he gets up to go hang out with the boys. J Meanwhile in this hallway is all the action! Some girls are ironing their clothes for church in the a.m., others are playing UNO. Did I mention that the dogs are chasing each other back and forth through the hallway and jumping over us? I can hear Jeneane and Robin reading to the kids as there hair is being braided, some of the girls are laughing while playing, others are singing. I look at Robin and smile… to anyone else this would be insane… to us it is just plane fun! By the time we leave. Jenean’s hair is spiked in all directions. Robin has colored burettes in hers. Sarah looks like she’s been through a wind tunnel and I can’t even tell you what I look like… I know I came out alive… with braids, burettes, and other colorful things in my hair. I know I was quite the site as everyone was staring at my newest hairstyle. Danny came by and asked where his wife was… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that it’s totally crazy in that hallway, but I have had more fun sitting and playing there and just renewing my spirit and being free to just have fun and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yes, the days in Haiti can be filled with hard work and emotions, but, I thank God for this special place… who would have thought that it would be a hallway in the middle of organized chaos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing impossible for God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-1459796770691755738?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1459796770691755738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-new-life-childrens-home_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1459796770691755738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/1459796770691755738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-new-life-childrens-home_23.html' title='From, New life Children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TTwXok-t2vI/AAAAAAAAACk/gwmjkwqqdtw/s72-c/DSCF2304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3868534491768556098</id><published>2011-01-10T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:56:46.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From, New life Children's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s1600/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s200/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 9, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What a great week we have had here at New Life… We had “New Beginnings for Haiti “ team here with us all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Out of all the places in Haiti, they picked us to do a major project. They want to make New Life more sustainable. This means, finding ways to use less electric, gas, and propane. They looked at our water systems, sewage, and every part of our compound and are taking all the data back with them to find new ways of saving money and being reliant on ourselves instead of the country. They are using us as their model for the future of Haiti. We are so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This week, we had a demonstration of 3 solar ovens! They cooked a cake and rice and beans… and it cost nothing, but the use of the sun! They donated 3 of them to us and we also get 2 days of training on how to use them and recipes! They also went and looked at a commercial oven that can cook for a large number of people… I think my mom went crazy over this one! She loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Next they introduced Solar light bulbs to our kids… these are so awesome. You hang them out in the sun during the day and then you have about 2-3 hours of light at night, The best thing is that it doesn’t cost anything…just natural sunlight! We took the bulbs as an experiment to a city near by and gave some to a family, some to people living in tents and the other to a vendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It’s hard to understand not having light at night. Here in Haiti, most people use lanterns with kerosene. These are very dangerous and they cost the average family $30 US every month just for the kerosene. So most people go without light at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We went back 2 days later to see how it was going with the Solar bulbs… You should have seen the smiles on these families’ faces! The Girls were studying for school at night, which is something that they usually cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our tent family was so happy too. This is a family of 13. Most of their house fell down during the earthquake, so they put the tents on top of their roof. We had to climb a ladder to the top and then climb over rebar. Its hard to imagine that this entire family sleeps on the roof in the dark with no electric. The conditions that they have to live in are I would think unbearable…but to have to climb up and down this ladder in the pitch dark would be horrible. The youngest is only 6. They said they loved the lights and were so happy to have them. My heart went out more for safety for this family as they walked on this roof at night with no lights… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We had a great time this week, watching and learning for what I hope can be the future of Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;On a different subject… Kurt (their camera man ) wanted to get stories of some of our kids here at New Life…I know most of the stories… but as you see our kids going to school, playing, laughing… its easy to forget that each child has a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My Mom was interviewing one of our little boys named Stevenson…he is about 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I know his story…I was here last year after the earthquake when he was brought to us…as my mom asked him to tell his story (on camera ) Stevenson said that on that day, his mommy went to the store to buy groceries. He was playing upstairs with his best friend and downstairs was his dad and sister. Soon his mother came home and started to prepare dinner. He said the house started shaking so hard that he started screaming for his mom. Soon the floor gave way and he landed on the bottom and large pieces of concrete were laying on him… he said he was crying and yelling for his mom…as Stevenson was remembering this day, as he continued to talk, tears started streaming down his face…. He said, I woke up in a hospital, I didn’t know where I was, I just kept crying for my mom and dad…they finally told me that my mom, dad, brother and best friend were dead in the house and my sister died at the hospital… by this time, my mom, me, Kurt and Leah were crying…we could see and feel his pain. All of our hearts were aching for him so bad. He said that he was so happy that he has a new family now and brothers and sisters to play with. How remarkable this young boy is… If this happened to me, I probably would just want to give up and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I looked around at our kids playing. Tears running down my face. Knowing that every child here has a story… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;These kids are special… they have had to endure pain, see things they should have never seen, some have been starved, beaten, thrown away and left to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It has been almost a year since the earthquake and I can say that there is not one person that I speak to that has not lost a loved one or a friend. They live with this pain everyday. Their hearts are still brittle; they still hurt so deep… I could see that in Stevenson’s face… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now when I look at him, I see inside him… he is so loved here and I know that he knows that… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here in Haiti. That day, at that moment, I was reminded again why I am here… I have no special gifts or talents… but I do have an abundance of LOVE to give, hands to hold, arms to give hugs, little cheeks to kiss and words to say “ I love you “.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm feeling so blessed at this moment… I always want to remember why I'm here… LOVE, LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3868534491768556098?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3868534491768556098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3868534491768556098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3868534491768556098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-new-life-childrens-home.html' title='From, New life Children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s72-c/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-8867593751026383022</id><published>2011-01-02T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:54:21.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s1600/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s200/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;January 1, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It’s been wild and crazy here at New Life! Yesterday was New Years Eve… We’ve had a wonderful team here from Madeline’s church! All week long they have been spending every night with the kids teaching them and also preparing for a Talent contest for last night… we had 3 groups… Dance, Drama, and Chorus…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In Haiti, New Years is a very big occasion. Little did I know that it would be a very big occasion for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Under the Mango Tree last evening, with all of our kids, staff and Madeline’s team here, we were all playing and singing worship songs…right before sunset, everything got quiet. Madeline’s girls got up and started singing… I thought…hum, that doesn’t sound like a worship song? They were singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Because You Love Me “, by Celine Dion… Danny had planned for this special time to ask me to marry him again! Danny and I have been together since we were 15… married 25 years… The Devil tore our marriage apart. For 2 years we were not together… but through the prayers of our family. God took what was meant to destroy us and restored our marriage! This was impossible in reality, but thank God that he is a God of the impossible… that’s his specialty… I will continue to say THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE FOR GOD! As we are living proof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After this awesome time, we ate dinner, then went into the church to have our talent show…the kids were awesome! They danced, did a drama and then sang… It might just be me, but when I hear our kids sing, I think they sound like Angels… it’s just such a peaceful sound. Maybe it’s because we are under a tin roof or under the stars… whatever it is; it just radiates love into my heart and fills me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Before we left the church, the team anointed all our kids and us with oil and prayed over us. Last year they did the same thing and didn’t realize that 10 days later, we would face a devastating earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After the talent show, we watched a movie and ate popcorn. Then headed back to the church for a MAJOR party to bring in the New Year! All the kids 13 and up got to go… I'm telling you, Haiti was alive last night! We had a Church service going on one side of the compound, a party on the back side, music coming from all directions and of course our kids dancing and rapping to Christian Music! It was great to see our teens; being teens… they danced and played until 3:30am… I don’t think any of Haiti slept last night, including us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Today the Haitian tradition, which is taken very seriously, is to have Pumpkin Soup…it is to be the first meal of the New Year… It has an orange looking broth, with potatoes, vegetables and beef… we served it with rice… It was so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Right now as I'm writing this, I'm sitting with my feet up next to Danny under the Mango Tree watching the kids play soccer… the wind is blowing, the music is loud, the kids are laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yes, I will admit, I want to cry… I’ve cried a lot in the last few weeks, some sad, as I was doubting how we would make it through Christmas and New Years, but as everyday unfolded, God showed himself to me in little miracles that only he could do…My tears have become tears of Joy and of belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I will say that as I sit here and close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of New Life… I hear the sounds of happiness, of love, and of Angels…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What a great way to end and start the New Year….HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE FOR GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-8867593751026383022?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8867593751026383022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-1-2011-its-been-wild-and-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8867593751026383022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8867593751026383022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-1-2011-its-been-wild-and-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s72-c/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-2375894408644748852</id><published>2011-01-01T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:52:29.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note from Sherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s1600/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s200/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;December 30, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Woke up this morning to loud honking horns (normal for Haiti) loud music being played in a neighbor’s yard, my mosquito net wrapped up around my face, instead of my body…I JUST WANT TO SLEEP! Decided that I may as well get up since the whole world over here is up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Went to the frige….aaahhhh a diet coke… just what I need… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that I need to spend time with God, but I have to get all these emails done while the internet is working. People coming In and out of my room needing things, the phone ringing, more questions, I hear the breakfast bell, don’t have time… too much to do… still in my night clothes, Still don’t have time for my devotions as I have too much to do! Getting frustrated… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally I realize… I better stop everything! I put on Michael W. Smith CD and he is singing the song “Grace”, the song says… I was lost when you found me here, you pulled me close and held me near and I’m a fool, but still you love, I’ll be a fool for the King of love. You gave me wings so I could fly, you gave me a song to color the sky and all I have is all from you, and all I want is all of you…its grace, your grace, I’m nothing without you, It shines on me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There have been days when I’ve walked away, to much to carry, nothing left to say, forgive me lord when I’m week and lost, for you traded Heaven for a wooden cross and for all these years you carried me, you’ve been my eyes when I couldn’t not see, your beauty grows in the driving rain, your all the goodness in the times of pain, your grace your grace, I’m nothing without you , it shines on me…I’m nothing without you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What am I doing? I’m so busy that I’m too busy for God? I look over the balcony, so beautiful, so much to be thankful for, I start to cry, I come back in, shut my door, turn off my phone, just sit here listening to this song… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanking God for his Grace… all my days are not perfect, not even close! Why did he choose me to be here? I don’t have the answers… I make mistakes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom told me that God doesn’t ask for perfect people and you don’t have to have special skills, you just have to say…” I have 2 hands and a willing heart”, that’s all he is looking for… I have to remember that… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you God for your Grace… I need it everyday. It allows me to be me and to make mistakes, lose my faith, cry, wonder what I’m doing. How do I handle all this? What about when I mess up? Lose my patience? Get discouraged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, that’s what Grace is… the ability to be human and God still wipes the slate clean everyday, washes me in his love, lets me know that he will love me know matter what, and says ok, this is a New Day… lets do it, but lets do it together…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-2375894408644748852?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2375894408644748852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-from-sherry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2375894408644748852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/2375894408644748852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-from-sherry.html' title='A note from Sherry'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s72-c/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6703086671984311724</id><published>2010-12-24T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T06:21:40.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s1600/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s200/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thursday, December 23, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As I write this, I am crying tears of joy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This past week has been one of the hardest weeks for me at New Life. With all the unrest and the cholera epidemic all of our teams have cancelled. I don’t blame them, Haiti has become a place that people fear… as I watch and hear the news, I would be afraid to come here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When our last team cancelled, I called my mom crying and I told her that my Heart was just broken for the people of Haiti. Most of the world has forgotten about them and the ones that haven’t, can’t come because of the unrest. I asked her “what are we going to do about Christmas?” I told her that we had 2 containers come in, but we gave almost all of it away to other orphanages and tent cities, just like we always do… I never regret doing this as God always provides for us. Now for the first time I felt like I should have held back some things just in case… I was questioning giving it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Mom reminded me that in her 34 years in Haiti, that God has never let New Life down. I wanted to have her faith, but it was hard…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During this week I couldn’t help but wonder how in the world I am going to come up with 102 presents and special food for all of our kids… I would lay In bed at night and cry and wonder “why did I give it all away?” if I only would have kept some, we would have a really great Christmas, but now I have nothing for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had a talk with the kids and told them the situation. I told them that we would have a party on Christmas Eve and a Christmas day dinner with a cake to celebrate Jesus’ Birthday. We still had one team coming after Christmas and they were bringing things for Christmas. They were happy, but inside, I felt sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had 4 people come and with them they brought 10 boxes of Christmas lights… yea!! So we put them up and the kids were so happy! … In my mind I was still trying to figure how to make Christmas for the kids…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we had one girl come from a team that had cancelled…I had never met the girl before and she had never been to Haiti. Today, together we opened her suitcase and she brought for the kids 10 more boxes of lights, Christmas carol CD’s , 2 Christmas movies, a Christmas tree, decorations and a beautiful star to place on the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today, we played the music, made decorations for the tree, strung lights and decorated the Children’s Home. The kids had permanent smiles on their faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tonight we planned on watching a movie and eating popcorn, but while we were getting everything ready, they were playing worship songs and singing so loud that you could here it all the way down to the Guest House…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I went down there… they were singing the song “How Great is our God”, it sounded like angels were singing. I looked around at the most beautiful place… lights everywhere, every pole decorated and a beautiful lighted star on the top of our tree…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As we sat down to watch our movie… Valter from YWAM and his team came over and told me that they fed 2 Tent Cities today, but had so much food left and wanted to know if they could give it to us? They backed the truck up and brought BBQ chicken and rice and beans and so much food. They even brought the plates and silverware. The team started serving our kids and all our employees the most beautiful dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will tell you that at that moment I was totally overwhelmed. To think that I could sing a song and say the words “How Great is our God”, and not truly have the faith inside that he is Great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My tears have not stopped…as I look out over our beautiful place, filled with Christmas everywhere, and I didn’t have the faith to give it completely to God… and he had it all under control the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God is teaching me new things everyday… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am crying tears of joy at the Greatness of the God I serve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Even in my lack of faith, God came through, just as he always has…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I realized once again in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THAT THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE FOR GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6703086671984311724?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6703086671984311724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-23-2010-as-i-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6703086671984311724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6703086671984311724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/thursday-december-23-2010-as-i-write.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TRSBRwshjxI/AAAAAAAAACc/en3PzIZCXu8/s72-c/Dan+and+Sherry+12-24-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6368254842670834347</id><published>2010-12-08T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:16:36.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s1600/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s200/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tuesday, December 7, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This has been a busy week and its only Tuesday! We had 2 containers delivered the day of the Hurricane. We have spent the last 2 weeks sorting everything that came in. I will say that when we get a container into New Life we keep only about 10%. Before the Cholera broke out, we would gather up our teams, our kids and head out each week to a Tent City or an Orphanage and usually do a medical clinic, feed them and bring them food, clothes, medicine all depending on what we received from the container. Now things have changed… We are calling the leaders of the Tent Cities, Orphanages and Pastors to come to New Life and bring a truck and we distribute it from our compound. After church on Sunday we spent the whole day giving out everything we had! We had so many trucks come in and filled to the brim… it truly puts a smile in your heart knowing that your helping in some way… we have started something a little different with these last containers… a good friend of mine told me what they have done in the past and I thought it would be great for New Life too! We have a talk with the leader that comes to pick up the items. We tell them that we received this as a gift from the people of the U.S. and now we want to bless them… but we ask them that for every box they hand out, they ask the person to give half of the box away and then the other person to give something from their box as a blessing….we ask them not to give what they don’t want, but give something that they would want to keep… we want to teach them that by giving the best away, God will see this and he will bless you for giving. Its kinda like tithing, you give your first to God and that plants your crop for a harvest, but if you don’t plant your crop, you can’t expect to have a harvest. This way, so many people are getting blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did I tell you that the dogs stole one of my flip flops this am when I woke up! So since we don’t have a Walmart just down the road, I had to dig up another pair, which is not an easy task… then tonight after dinner I went to get my shoes (as we take them off before we go inside the kitchen) and one of my flip flops was gone again!!! Now I am wearing 2 different shoes on my feet… Yes, these are my dogs, so I can’t say too much… but it’s really funny looking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I look around and think I must be crazy! Kids running all around, babies hanging all over you, at least 4 kids braiding my hair at the same time, Danny wrestling with the little ones and me sitting on the floor at the Children’s Home watching and playing…so much action gong on… yes, I must be crazy, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6368254842670834347?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6368254842670834347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-7-2010-this-has-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6368254842670834347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6368254842670834347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-december-7-2010-this-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s72-c/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6365225776594789121</id><published>2010-12-04T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T06:40:33.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Sherry are back in Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s1600/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s200/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Friday, December 3 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;11:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Danny and I arrived back at New Life today after coming home for Thanksgiving. What a difference in our lives in America and Haiti . I love my family and friends in the U.S. and I hate to leave them, sometimes I wonder what we are doing giving up all the comforts that we have there… but by 10:00 tonight, I will understand….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;When we arrived, we are welcomed by our guard. It is now mandatory that you park inside and get out of your vehicle as we have put a sink at the Guard House. You must wash your hands up to your elbows with light bleach water, meanwhile your tires are being sprayed down with bleach by Ones, one of wonderful boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;After we unload our things, we go right for the Children’s Home! There we are greeted with hugs and kisses from the kids and Nannies. We have so many kids around us that our arms try to fit around all of them… your heart just melts… meanwhile, Winsor comes right up to Danny with the biggest smile, he is eager to show him what he has done while we were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Winsor is an awesome boy; he is about 16. This past couple of months we have seen an attitude in him and not wanting to help out and do his chores… When we were here last, he didn’t want to partake in unloading a container and told Danny that he wasn’t going to help… these are typical teenagers, just like the ones in America … Danny took Winsor aside and talked to him and this time said he was going to be in charge of the other boys and supervise them as they unloaded the container. Danny stayed with Winsor all throughout the day, showing him how to lead his men, give them praise and be responsible for the outcome. Winsor learned very quickly what is like to be the one in charge and the responsibilities that come with it. He worked hard and I believe inside he was changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;We received the most awesome bunk beds from another team that came here and they all needed to be put together. Before we left, Danny and the team taught Winsor and some of the boys how to put them together and they did about 6. We put Winsor in charge of finishing the project while we were gone… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Winsor took Danny and me into the children’s rooms and every bunk bed was put together, 30 in all!! Winsor’s eyes wide open and the biggest smile on his face… He was so proud and so were we! What a change in Winsor’s outlook… I can already see that he is going to be a great leader… Now the other boys are watching him and its such a good thing, we are so proud of him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Our kids here need time and attention just like our kids at home… they have so much potential, if just given the encouragement and the tools that every child deserves… We feel like proud parents tonight! Maybe we should get one of those bumper stickers that say “ Proud Parent of a future leader, all 102 of them “….lol… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;6:30 P.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ok, by now the getting up at 4 am this morning was catching up to me. I was feeling tired, but still had a couple of things to do at the Children’s Home. So I went down there and they had an awesome worship DVD playing and the kids are just singing along in English… I went into one of the rooms and Baby John and Baby Kevin were in there, so I sat down on the floor to watch them and play… I remember the exact days that these 2 little guys came to us after the earthquake! They were about 4 weeks old and they came within a week of each other… they looked like twins, they slept in the same crib together and now they are walking all over the room! I felt like a proud Mom watching her kids take their steps, they are so funny… meanwhile Jonel came in and I had a flashlight with me and that always interest any child, he played with it and then began combing my hair…lol… then another girl Nashla came in and started braiding my hair, I was pretty comfortable and content on the floor by now and sat there and talked while Nashla braided and rebraided every inch of my hair… If there is anything that makes me happy, this is one of them! Danny saw me afterwards and asked what happened to me, and said my hair looked like the end of a Haitian broom…very funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Friday night is movie night and I heard the movie starting, I had given the cooks, popcorn and cheese fish for the snack. I went into the kitchen and it smelled so good… I love popcorn…. They cook it in a giant kettle and then they use a handmade grinder for the salt… so of course I snuck me some…lol… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Danny and I settled in with the kids to watch the movie, how relaxing, under the stars with around 90 kids, our dogs, the Nannies and popcorn in our safe haven from the chaos of the world outside…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Now I will say that not every day in Haiti makes your heart want to melt, some days you want to run to a raft and float away…lol… But today was not one of those days… Life in Haiti is hard, but its simple, it brings you back to the basics of what you need, it’s uncomplicated and all those things that you think you need to make you happy just disappear…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Tonight reminded me that I have a past with these children now, I’m lucky enough to watch them take their first steps, grow, learn, LOVE, and become leaders… all the while they are teaching me how to take steps when I’m scared, how to grow as a daughter of God, to never stop learning and to LOVE , LOVE , LOVE…♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;Dan and Sherry Frederick Moesly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6365225776594789121?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6365225776594789121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/dan-and-sherry-are-back-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6365225776594789121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6365225776594789121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/dan-and-sherry-are-back-in-haiti.html' title='Dan and Sherry are back in Haiti'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s72-c/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3830954377048586383</id><published>2010-11-21T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:16:40.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life children's Home. Port-Au-Prince, Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s1600/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s200/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sunday, November 21, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8:00 am...Sitting here on a beautiful Sunday Morning drinking my one ration of Diet Coke...Listening to one our chickens lay an egg... its making me laugh, how long does it take to lay an egg? Apparently all morning...it sounds painful...so the roosters crow all night and the chickens lay eggs all morning... this is totally Haiti...lol... wouldn't change it! ♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;9:00 am... Ok! We have on the other side of our wall a church service going on with screaming loud speakers... we have our beautiful kids under the mango tree singing with our loud speaker, the water truck going by playing the Titantic song, and one of our chickens painfully laying an egg all at the same time!!!! So thats why my room is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PINK!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;lol...&lt;/span&gt; You just have to be here!!! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still wouldnt change it!&lt;/span&gt; ♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sherry Frederick Moesly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3830954377048586383?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1087089929' title='New Life children&apos;s Home. 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Port-Au-Prince, Haiti'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOk03aX76rI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGgrXlcgpMY/s72-c/New+Dan+and+Sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-404596232879952282</id><published>2010-11-19T07:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:39:32.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moni's Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOZmCaEMfXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a61ILd333c8/s1600/%2521cid_tie_8CD55954DE8C121_1D9C_70C1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOZmCaEMfXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a61ILd333c8/s200/%2521cid_tie_8CD55954DE8C121_1D9C_70C1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my studio with 17 finished portraits behind me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOZjduBcj7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VagqV_sssGM/s1600/%2521cid_tie_8CD55954DE8C121_1D9C_70C1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Please visit "Moni's Kids", a non-profit project by award winning German painter Daggi Wallace. Daggi has given our kids a face and a voice to be seen and heard through her amazing portraits. In addition to these beautiful works of art, Daggi had our children contribute to her pieces by drawing or writing on the background paper to which their portraits are mounted. If you have had the privilege of falling in love with our children or want to see some of the precious faces we are blessing through our work at New Life Children's Home, please visit Daggi's sites listed below.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pastel Paintings that Capture Life's Moments &lt;a href="http://www.daggistudio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://www.daggistudio.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My blog about my non-profit portrait project "Moni's Kids" &lt;a href="http://daggistudio.com/blog"&gt;http://daggistudio.com/blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My facebook page:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/daggiwallacestudio"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/daggiwallacestudio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-404596232879952282?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.daggistudio.com' title='Moni&apos;s Kids'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.facebook.com/daggiwallacestudio' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/404596232879952282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/monis-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/404596232879952282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/404596232879952282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/monis-kids.html' title='Moni&apos;s Kids'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOZmCaEMfXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a61ILd333c8/s72-c/%2521cid_tie_8CD55954DE8C121_1D9C_70C1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-827460993366879176</id><published>2010-11-17T07:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:09:03.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti's cholera death toll grows, fueling riots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOCTiWMpa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/BCvXOoz12pM/s1600/Sherry+and+Dan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOCTiWMpa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/BCvXOoz12pM/s1600/Sherry+and+Dan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Wednesday, November 16, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Just wanted to give you an update on the onset of Cholera in Port-au-Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We held a special meeting today at New Life regarding the spread of Cholera and what we should do to protect the staff and our children from the disease. We know we cannot protect anyone 100%. Right now when you come into our gate you are given sanitizer to wash your hands up to your elbows, your steering wheel and your phone, we have put sanitizer at the Children’s Home and also in every room. We put chlorine tablets in our water system and also buy Culligan water for drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;All of our staff are taking 1 Cipro per day as a precaution and all guest are asked to take it also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;In our meeting today we discussed that these procedures are good for now, but Cholera can last a year or 20 years; this is not a short term disease epidemic. We also learned that the sanitizer will most likely not kill the Cholera, but bleach will. So as of tomorrow we are going to install a sink with running water just inside our compound by the gate. Any car or person when they come to New Life will have to get out of their car and wash their hands up to the elbows with soap and use a spray bottle filled with a small amount of bleach added to the water. Everyone will have to do this when they come in and when they go out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We also have went to our children’s school personally and put sanitizer at the school. We are also taking our kids and picking them up from school. All our nurses and Nannies have been warned to look for the symptoms and report to us right away. We know this is going to have to become a way of life for us as the disease is not going away anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We have Cipro, Zithromax and IV fluids on hand in case of an emergency. Right now we are taking every precaution to keep Cholera out of New Life Children’s Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-827460993366879176?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/827460993366879176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesday-november-16-2010-just-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/827460993366879176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/827460993366879176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesday-november-16-2010-just-wanted.html' title='Haiti&apos;s cholera death toll grows, fueling riots'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOCTiWMpa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/BCvXOoz12pM/s72-c/Sherry+and+Dan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-5791466540923633055</id><published>2010-11-16T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:33:20.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&amp;amp;pid=explorer&amp;amp;chrome=true&amp;amp;srcid=0B6VeBfVWHXYeYjQyZmNmNzYtYzQ2Ni00ZGY1LTkxZjktNDcxZDRiMDY1NDI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Our November News Letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-5791466540923633055?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5791466540923633055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-november-news-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5791466540923633055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/5791466540923633055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-november-news-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-8923501102069976087</id><published>2010-11-15T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:30:25.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOEZksQHuTI/AAAAAAAAABk/9I-gupj78x4/s1600/Sherry%2Band%2BDan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539737134787180850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOEZksQHuTI/AAAAAAAAABk/9I-gupj78x4/s200/Sherry%2Band%2BDan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sunday, November 14, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day at New Life, I want to say that Sunday is my favorite day, but I have a lot of favorite days, but today just seemed extra good. Woke up early… had no choice… the roosters insisted on it… lol… seems like once your feet hit the floor in Haiti , you don’t stop! Danny and I got dressed and headed for church… our church is filled with supplies waiting to be sorted and given away to tent cities and other orphanages… this is really good, because not only do we get to give these things away, but we get to have church under the Mango Tree! For everyone that has been to New Life, you know that this is a special place…it’s a place to relax, talk, read, or just hang out… I don’t know if its just me, but it just feels right! Your can see the blue sky, the wind is blowing and when the kids sing, it just sounds beautiful… I know God loves us inside a church or out under a big tree… ( I’ll take the Mango Tree any day! ) Sundays we set aside for fun! We have all worked hard during the week and we need time to play. So today we got all the kids together under the Mango Tree and the boys had a soccer game going, we had colored chalk, crayons and books… Oh and we had a loud speaker that I hooked my music up too…lol.. Our handicapped kids come alive when there is music playing… I would say we had a party going on at New Life! Did I say the music was loud…lol… I want the kids to know that you can have fun and still serve an Awesome God with your worship… so as they played soccer, colored and danced, we worshiped too&lt;br /&gt;There is a word in Creole “ Bonbagay “ it means, “Good Thing "&lt;br /&gt;And that word kept coming to me all day as I laughed and played with the kids… yes, this is a “good thing!” We played until sunset… We needed this refreshing, all of us, the kids and the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will definitely say today was Bonbagay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry Frederick Moesly xxoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-8923501102069976087?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8923501102069976087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-14-2010-what-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8923501102069976087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/8923501102069976087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-november-14-2010-what-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOEZksQHuTI/AAAAAAAAABk/9I-gupj78x4/s72-c/Sherry%2Band%2BDan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3862709266066998385</id><published>2010-11-14T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:57:42.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOCTiWMpa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/BCvXOoz12pM/s1600/Sherry%2Band%2BDan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539589759949171538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TOCTiWMpa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/BCvXOoz12pM/s200/Sherry%2Band%2BDan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday, November 12, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have to say that since Danny and I landed in Haiti at New Life Children's Home about 2 weeks ago… Life has not stopped! When we arrived Hurricane Tomas was on its way to Haiti and there was no time for rest… we had to get the property secured, extra food, water, diesel and medicine… this might be an easy thing in the states, but in Haiti, it takes time and patience…. Did I say patience….I mean a lot of patience… you just cant go to the hardware store, the drug store and Walmart to get what you need… you have to go out searching for everything which usually will take all day, you have to deal with sitting in traffic for hours at a time… Haiti is not the easiest place to work, but being here brings you back to what is really needed in life and you learn this every day. At the compound (New Life) we worked endlessly, all of us, picking up, putting away, boarding up and getting ready for the hurricane.... the kids working as hard as we are and doing it with a smile… New Life was secured! Yea!!!! We could finally rest… but this is Haiti… would you believe that at the end of the day a 40ft container pulled into the compound and they said they needed it unloaded the same day… if you could have seen our faces…we have waited on this container for 5 months and they bring it on the day of the hurricane! We couldn't believe it… so we got everyone back together and it took everyone on the compound, but the container was unloaded…. Finally we could rest… we just sat down to eat dinner and the gate opened and another 40ft container came in… we all just about fainted! We started laughing so hard that we were crying… we have waited months for these and they bring them both in one day…lol… we decided that this one will have to wait… We set up a movie and popcorn for all the kids and decided we were going to relax and enjoy our evening… So what do you really need in life… God, Love, shelter and food… yes, we had just what we needed, I think that is one of the things I like about being in Haiti… I have just what I need and it is more than enough… my love tank is full and overflowing….I’m happy… God spared us…we only had a little wind and rain and it was gone… We all slept good that night….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sherry Frederick Moesly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3862709266066998385?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3568399457592451873</id><published>2010-11-06T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:18:26.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane in Haiti</title><content type='html'>Please visit Sherry frederick Moesly, Face Book to see update on out property in haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1087089929"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1087089929&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3568399457592451873?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3568399457592451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hurricane-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3568399457592451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3568399457592451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hurricane-in-haiti.html' title='Hurricane in Haiti'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-4489016151989868068</id><published>2010-08-20T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:58:38.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/THvVBtvfk9I/AAAAAAAAABI/D_pYhXUIjWg/s1600/37413_1218310198325_1845992397_428456_6128117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/THvVBtvfk9I/AAAAAAAAABI/D_pYhXUIjWg/s200/37413_1218310198325_1845992397_428456_6128117_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511232794453316562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from a desperate village high in the mountains. We went as far as we could by vehicle.Our make-shift clinic distributed food to as many as could make the 2 hour trip by foot to get down to us. Malnutrition and disease was terrible! Almost all of the children had intestinal worms.We are sending medical help and food by donkey to the ones too sick to make it to the clinic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-4489016151989868068?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4489016151989868068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-just-returned-from-desperate-village.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4489016151989868068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4489016151989868068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-just-returned-from-desperate-village.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/THvVBtvfk9I/AAAAAAAAABI/D_pYhXUIjWg/s72-c/37413_1218310198325_1845992397_428456_6128117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6927454619758995717</id><published>2010-08-17T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:11:46.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TGqYkug35EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QvFQ_Vwkns4/s1600/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TGqYkug35EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QvFQ_Vwkns4/s200/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506381251142476866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining every day, but the kids at the orphanage are safe.It is muddy and the volunteers in the tents on our property have been experiencing the worst of it.We are trying to fill in some areas to manage the water flow.Our hearts go out to the local people living in tents and under sheets.Rainy season is here, it is hotter than ever,mosquitoes are abundant!....but,we will continue to serve!!!Thanks for praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6927454619758995717?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6927454619758995717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/raining-every-day-but-kids-at-orphanage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6927454619758995717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6927454619758995717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/raining-every-day-but-kids-at-orphanage.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TGqYkug35EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QvFQ_Vwkns4/s72-c/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6656092461369034404</id><published>2010-07-28T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:35:07.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TFBNyafOUPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-n7WqAY-xIw/s1600/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TFBNyafOUPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-n7WqAY-xIw/s200/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498980673518457074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been able to help over 50 orphanages with supplies that you have blessed us with!!! Thanks to all of our friends that have sent contributions of much needed funds and items for the children and families in Haiti. If you would like to donate, please call our office at (561)868-5005. God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6656092461369034404?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6656092461369034404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-have-been-able-to-help-over-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6656092461369034404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6656092461369034404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-have-been-able-to-help-over-50.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TFBNyafOUPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-n7WqAY-xIw/s72-c/38917_1246959274534_1845992397_490625_95781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-2868073527250093396</id><published>2010-07-19T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:39:15.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June - 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July 2010 Newsletter'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3113254847387394843</id><published>2010-07-14T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:11:39.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a story done about Miriam on WPTV Channel 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.wptv.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=7799"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.wptv.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=7799" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;embed=true&amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fpfadx%2Fssp%2Ewptv%2Fabout%5Fus%2Fcommunity%5Faffairs%2Fmaking%5Fa%5Fdifference%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bsz%3D%25size%25%3Bpos%3D%25pos%25%3Bloc%3D%25loc%25%3Bcomp%3D%25adid%25%3Btile%3D3%3Bfname%3Dworld%2Dharvest%2Dmissions%2Dis%2Dhelping%2Dhaiti%2Drecover%2Dfrom%2Dthe%2Ddevastating%2Dearthquake%3Bord%3D795002035748367000%3Frand%3D%25rand%25&amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewptv%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D185903969&amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Ewptv%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2010%2F07%2F12%2FWorld%5FHarvest%5FMissions6425f212%2D1739%2D43cc%2Da23f%2D7f9b02c006750000%5F20100712092952%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewptv%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fabout%5Fus%2Fcommunity%5Faffairs%2Fmaking%5Fa%5Fdifference%2Fworld%2Dharvest%2Dmissions%2Dis%2Dhelping%2Dhaiti%2Drecover%2Dfrom%2Dthe%2Ddevastating%2Dearthquake" name="FlashVars"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3113254847387394843?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3113254847387394843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-story-done-about-miriam-on-wptv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3113254847387394843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3113254847387394843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-story-done-about-miriam-on-wptv.html' title='This is a story done about Miriam on WPTV Channel 5.'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6602468744213477830</id><published>2010-06-14T14:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:25:10.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TBZz8Cmii3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QcORTMiNPs/s1600/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TBZz8Cmii3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QcORTMiNPs/s200/Picture2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482697071698021234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A television crew came to New Life to celebrate Children's Day. Kids from other schools joined ours to performed some music and skits about the culture. One of our boys stood up to speak about how God had rescued him from living on the streets with no food. He said that he is thankful that he is able to have an education. I am so proud of our children!!! Ignite Show Channel 4, 9pm Sunday USA time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6602468744213477830?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6602468744213477830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/television-crew-came-to-new-life-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6602468744213477830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6602468744213477830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/television-crew-came-to-new-life-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TBZz8Cmii3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QcORTMiNPs/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-900619134703261004</id><published>2010-06-08T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:47:56.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TA6eWGsIasI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xmrZoJUFQ5o/s1600/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TA6eWGsIasI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xmrZoJUFQ5o/s200/Picture2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480491899146496706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending some time with some of the earthquake victims that lost limbs in the disaster. They are so happy about their new prosthetic devices!!! Imagine living in a tent (if you are fortunate enough) and missing one of your limbs. People here are living day to day and this puts these people at a great disadvantage if they were unable to have new limbs made for them. God is providing for them and they are so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-900619134703261004?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/900619134703261004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/spending-some-time-with-some-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/900619134703261004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/900619134703261004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/spending-some-time-with-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/TA6eWGsIasI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xmrZoJUFQ5o/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3151367674162089109</id><published>2010-05-27T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:34:18.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherry from New Life Children's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/S_50p6ntj8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qKagz35wF_A/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7FYP6jhrZ08/S_50p6ntj8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qKagz35wF_A/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475942460388380610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was out on the compound tonight (New Life Children's Home..Haiti ) this place is so full of love and life.We have 120 children laughing and playing, YWAM and their team in the middle. They have added a 24/7 prayer tent with chairs and cute lights that you can sit under and pray &amp; read, The guest house is full of relief workers. We are so blessed here; a safe haven from the world outside ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3151367674162089109?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3151367674162089109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/sherry-from-new-life-childrens-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3151367674162089109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3151367674162089109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/sherry-from-new-life-childrens-home.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/7965132468079651776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/7965132468079651776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6755446772170561593</id><published>2010-04-29T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:42:20.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall is about up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6755446772170561593?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6755446772170561593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/wall-is-about-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6755446772170561593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6755446772170561593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/wall-is-about-up.html' title='The Wall is about up!'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Tell us what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-4125017940238073120?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4125017940238073120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-so-excited-to-have-this-blogg-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4125017940238073120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/4125017940238073120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-so-excited-to-have-this-blogg-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-6271763183172645201</id><published>2010-03-23T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:30:19.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!!!</title><content type='html'>Good news everyone, we have just received word that there is a foundation that wants to bless us with the money to pay for the schooling of all our kids at New Life Children's Home. God is moving and blessing. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-6271763183172645201?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6271763183172645201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6271763183172645201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/6271763183172645201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!!'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257587474335811709.post-3335713352290006131</id><published>2010-03-12T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:02:31.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Website Has Launched!</title><content type='html'>We are happy to announce the launch of our brand new website. Please take a look around and be sure to let us know what you think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newlife4kidz.org/"&gt;http://www.newlife4kidz.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257587474335811709-3335713352290006131?l=whmnewlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3335713352290006131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3335713352290006131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257587474335811709/posts/default/3335713352290006131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whmnewlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/test.html' title='Our New Website Has Launched!'/><author><name>whmnewlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178949679550024386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
