Romans 12:9-13 (The Message)
9-10Love from the center of who you are; don’t fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle. 11-13Don’t burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don’t quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians; be inventive in hospitality
I do not like kwashiorkor. It hurts, is painful and kills kids.
This is Manley. He is 21 months old and weighs 18 pounds. When he was 12 months old he weighted 18 pounds. Not any change in many months. My guess is that he will at least lose 3 to 4 pounds of excess water weight. He has kwashiorkor. His mother carried him down the mountain this morning. She left early and walked 5 hours to get here. When she arrived his legs were split open in several places, they skin just falling off. He is very sick. He will not eat or drink. His breathing is very shallow, he does not respond to anything and opens his mouth to cry and nothing comes out. He is near death.
This is Wisly. He is 12 months old and weighs 12 pounds. He has kwashiorkor. His mother become sick when he was 8 months old and she stopped breast feeding him. His dad and neighbor walked 6 hours to get to the clinic. He has 4 siblings at home. He mom is still very ill and bed ridden.
This is Miloudia. She is 25 months old and weighs 22 pounds. She is very swollen with kwashiorkor. He legs are also split open in several places. He mother left her with grandma to go to Port-au-Prince to find a job. She left her four months ago and returned to find her like this. She is in bad shape. BTW her mother walked 10 hours to get here.
This is Basner. He is 24 months old and weighs 17 pounds 9 ounces. He also is suffering from kwashiorkor. This is the 7th time he has gone through this. His papa walked and carried him for 6 hours to get here.
This is Fedeline. She is 10 months old and weighs 8 pounds. Her family walked and carried her for 6 hours to get to the clinic.
This is Julienne. She is 20 months old and weighs 12 pounds. She has weighed 12 pounds since she was 5 months old. Her mother took her off the breast and gave her to the father. He has been trying to feed her since then. She lives right here in the village of Cazale.
This is Limene. She is the sister to Blanco. Blanco is the child that was badly burnt when his house caught on fire. Here is the post about him. He died in a hospital in town. Limene was also burnt in the fire. She is staying in the RC until her burns heals. Her older sister walked 5 hours to get to the clinic.
This is Sandra. Caroline posted her story here. She died yesterday. She was a beautiful child. God is now holding her and that gives me peace.She had kwashiorkor.
This is Wens. His brother was in the RC a few years ago and recovered from a bad case of kwashiorkor. Wens did not recoverfrom kwashiorkor and died yesterday. His mother walked and carried him 10 hours to get to the clinic.
I again do not like the word kwashiorkor. It is killing kids. Text books do not tell the story of it. Pictures do not tell the story. You just have to live it and see it to understand it.
Two kids died with in a few hours of each other. Both of kwashiorkor. We two kids tonight that are not well. Manley and another pictured below named Mackny. They are sick and I really do not know if they will live. It is hard when a child dies. Hard of everyone, but harder when it is simple. They need food and protein. It has been awhile since we had two die the same day. These kids need your prayer. We are doing everything that we can to make them live. But sometimes it does not work. It hurts and is hard to understand. It does not make sense. It is not fair. But we keep on doing it over and over again. There is progress, there is hope.
Mackny is fighting for his life one breath at a time. He did have kwashiorkor. He has lost his excess fluids. He body is trying to recover and not fail.
2 Corinthians 6:1-10 (The Message)
Staying at Our Post
I heard your call in the nick of time;
The day you needed me, I was there to help.
Well, now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. Don’t put it off; don’t frustrate God’s work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we’re doing. Our work as God’s servants gets validated—or not—in the details. People are watching us as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly . . . in hard times, tough times, bad times; when we’re beaten up, jailed, and mobbed; working hard, working late, working without eating; with pure heart, clear head, steady hand; in gentleness, holiness, and honest love; when we’re telling the truth, and when God’s showing his power; when we’re doing our best setting things right; when we’re praised, and when we’re blamed; slandered, and honored; true to our word, though distrusted; ignored by the world, but recognized by God; terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead; beaten within an inch of our lives, but refusing to die; immersed in tears, yet always filled with deep joy; living on handouts, yet enriching many; having nothing, having it all.