The rough gravel crunched underneath my blue sandals. Sweat dripped down the side of my face. We were in Haiti, visiting the house of the boy I sponsor, named Romario. I took in my surroundings in Romario’s one-room, hot shack. … Continue reading
You all probably know the story of how I raised over $6,000 last year for a playground at a school in Haiti.
But in case you don’t know the story, here it is: Last year, I felt as if God was calling me to do something for the country of Haiti, something big. I kept searching and searching for something to do, and finally, it came to me. My mom suggested I raise money to build a playground at a school in the village of Simonette, Haiti by selling Vi Bella Jewelry, which is made by Haitian women. My goal was to raise $5,000, but God really came through, and I raised a grand total of $6,000 for the school!
I’m amazed that God has used me to do this, even though I’m just a child!
But right now, I want to tell you about another story that has touched my heart. A story that will take place in Africa. Led by my friend, Lisa-Jo Baker. She wants to raise $5,000 to build a laundry facility for mothers who don’t have access to water.
I remember when I first got to Haiti. As we neared the house where we were staying, we passed through a shallow stream. One that was polluted and dirty. I saw people washing their clothes in the water. I wondered if the water made the clothes dirtier than before, but they have no choice.
This is a common sight in Haiti:
Lisa-Jo is going to banish the option of washing clothes in polluted water (or just not washing clothes at all) in a community in Africa.
I highly suggest you check out her blog and make a donation to her fundraising effort.
I have already made a commitment of $40 to her fundraiser.
(And by the way… You know how my motto for my playground project was “every kid deserves to play”? Well I think hers should be “every woman deserves to wash laundry”. 😉 )
I found the photo shown on Flickr. It was taken by “kretyen.”
It was as any other Saturday was. We all filed into our Acadia, heading for a nearby town because our friend, Renae Grooters, was hosting a Haiti fundraiser. We arrived and entered the building. The room was filled with Vi … Continue reading