Tuesday, November 24, 2015

The week where everything went wrong


Thursday morning at 5 am, Charlie (missionary in Porvenir) takes haille and I to board a 7.5 hour bus to Tegucigalpa. We were headed to a women's missionary retreat. The week was full of refreshment, meeting other missionaries and just spending time with the Lord.

By noon on Sunday, Amber (missionary in Tegus) offered to drop us off at the bus terminal so we could head back to Ceiba. As we were pulling in the parking lot, the bus was pulling out. Great. The next bus, 5 minutes later, was going to San Pedro Sula, so we bought a ticket there with the intentions of hoping on another bus to ceiba. Well, we were on the bus and I realize that by the time we get to San Pedro, we will have missed or cut it too close to catching the last bus to Ceiba. So, we grab our stuff, beg the driver to let us off, and let us change our tickets. With much "pretty please" we grab our things, head back to the ticket booth, along with several nasty stares, and change our ticket. Well, that was for the next bus 3 hours later. So....what else to do when waiting 3 hours, buy lots of junk food and watch some terror movie playing in the terminal in Spanish. We settle in, run into a police officer stationed in Porvenir who was in Tegus visiting his family, then the oldest little man sits down next to me. He pulls out a folded up piece of paper, stored in a folded up old potato chip bag and asks me to call his daughter to let her know he has arrived. The call is made and the conversation starts. Come to find out he was in the military stationed outside Porvenir. He knew all about the town and asked if the Pineapple fields were still producing pineapples. He was floored. So sweet. Out of his red bag of folded up chip bags, he pulled out a picture of himself back in his military days. All of his beloved memories were held in that red bag of bags. The conversation ended and we patiently waited with his for his daughter. She arrived. We were relieved.



 We arrived in Porvenir 8 hours later at 11 at night. After a quick shower, quick repacking of clothes for the next day and then to bed. By 6 am we were up again and by 7 out the door. This time, in the car, headed to San Pedro Sula with Isabella and her mom. The oil and water were checked in the car and on our way we were.

 About an hour and half down the road, we came to a stand still for road construction. A few minutes passed and then....the car shuttered off. Just shut off. Great. So I call Charlie as someone saw what was happening and came to help. He "diagnosed" it was a fuse problem. So he pushed the car to the side of the road to "help" (charge). An hour, hour and half goes by and he says we are good to go. I pay him and we continue. Realizing we have JUST ENOUGH time to make it to Isabellas appointment. BUT I have to book it. No problem, in a country where speed limits and road rules are non existent, no problem. About 30 minutes down the road the air conditioning goes out. Ok, well, we will just have to deal with it. Windows rolled down. It starts to rain a bit. Windows back up. Rain stops. Windows down again. Another 30 minutes goes by and we are almost into the city. There is a police block in the road, so I slow down to get into the other lane. Well....my steering wheel gets hard and I cant turn. Great. I force it to the side of the road and shut it off. It overheated. Everything went bad from there on out. We waited 30 minutes for it to cool down. We added water. Not a lick of water was in the motor. Added all the water we had (6 bottles). Tried to start again, nothing. Call Charlie again. Nothing.




 The Lord is so good. At our missionary conference just the day before, we roomed with 2 ladies from San Pedro Sula. What lovely people and really a blessing from the Lord. So I called Ashley. Asked if her husband knew anything about cars and/or if they had a mechanic that could help. So I call her mechanic. He comes out, brings and pours in a gallon of water. Tries to start it. Nothing. So, we are towed to his shop. (We are now 3 hours the second time on the side of the road) This is the situation:




 At this point we have missed Isabellas appointment but changed it to the afternoon. So once we get to the shop, its now 2 and her appointment is at 3:30. By 3, when we still had no answers from the mechanic on what went wrong, we grab a cab, rush to get fast food (no one had eaten all day), take it to the doctors office, devour the meal just as the last patient leaves the Doctors office. We walk in (with all our belongings, clothes, backpacks, etc) and switch our minds from the car to Isabella. We had a successful appointment, explaining the situation to the Doctor, and hearing what he has to say about it. He prescribes her medicine (yes, more medicine) and says if we strictly follow his orders, we will see him again in a month and she should be parasite free. All her intestinal problems will be solved once the parasites are gone. Basically, the parasites are eating her from the inside and causing damage of everything else.





 So we leave his office and now its time to switch back to the car issues. The mechanic sends us a report of what needs to be replaced. $2,000 USD. My mouth drops. WHAT. So then he sends another (because we explain, listen, we just need to get back to La Ceiba), the second report he sends is $1,000 USD. OK half as bad but where the heck and how the heck am I going to pay this. (Any one really would understand the pickle we were in but as a missionary, this is 17 times harder). I laugh. Great.

 We call Ashleys husband, Justin, who came to pick us up from the Doctors office. We explain whats going on and he calls his ministry partner (Honduran) who deals with the car situation for us. The mechanic who was working on our car, also works on all the ministry cars with Ashley and Justin, so we were assured he was doing what he was supposed to do and no funny business. Plus, now the Honduran is involved and he made sure to get us a discount :) At that point, any help counts.

 We hear back from the mechanic that the car would be done possibly Wednesday, but for sure by Thursday.

 Tuesday, we had a second appointment with Isabella in Lago de Yojoa (about 1.5 hours from San Pedro) to see a heart specialist. Ashley graciously offered to take us to the appointment so we didnt miss that. By 6 am Tuesday morning we were out the door; myself, Haille, Isabella, her mom (Keidi), Ashley and her two adopted Honduran children (2 years old, Graciela and Aaron) We followed our directions (Thank you Wendy!), got there by 8 and patiently waited our turn.



 What we thought would be a quick appointment turned into an all day event. We left by 3 PM. At this point, everyone is cranky, tired, the kids missed their nap, and we just want to get home.




 The appointment was successful. We got Isabella registered for the program (The foundation is called Amigos de Barnabe and they help with heart patients). We found out our next steps and what to expect through the program.

 So we head back to San Pedro. First drop off Isabella and mom at the bus terminal to catch the last bus back to Ceiba. (there was no need for them to stay and wait for the car with us) We drop them off at 4:30 to catch the 5 o'clock bus. ....By 7 I receive a call that they had still not left the terminal. "Oh gosh...." with a big sigh. There was a big soccer game (Honduras vs. Mexico) and the highway was blocked from everyone leaving the game. 2 hours later they finally left the station, but the entire time, Keidis phone was off and I couldnt reach her so I had no idea where she was. By 10:30 she called to say she was home. Thank goodness.

 Wednesday we call the mechanic and he says it will be done Thursday.

 Thursday we arrive at the shop, pay $1,000 and head on our way. A friend of ours, Alex, a teacher in a bilingual school, was arriving to the airport Thursday so things worked out well and we picked her up. As we were leaving the airport, waiting to pay the exit fee, the car shuts down. Again. OH NO. WE WERE ON OUR WAY HOME!!! So I call the mechanic, he comes out, we are towed again. He says ok this is a quick fix (and $250 later), youll be out of here tonight! Two hours later, he says he is sorry but we wont be able to leave until the next day, Friday. So Friday morning we arrive back at the shop, wait once again, only to be told he fixed the problem from the day before but now there is another problem. By this time I just want to cry. Im loosing my sanity now.





 Haille headed back to Ceiba for a graduation and Alex and I stayed in San Pedro, yet another night. We planned to take advantage of the situation, go see a movie, go to the mall, eat goodies, but things took a turn for the worse, Alex got sick and we spent the afternoon at the clinic, doing tests and getting medicine.

 Saturday morning I call at 9 to see about the car. He says call again at 11. I call at 11 and he says call again at 2. FINALLY he says its done! They pick us up in my car, I give it a test run, only to find out I hear a ticking noise. We drive it back to the shop, they check the noise and send us on our way. I go around the block, hear the noise again and drive it back to the shop. (YES, even through all this I still have the sanity to GO BACK to the shop, hahaha) After $1,250 they better fix it!!! Things are all good and by 4 we were on our way.

 WE MADE IT TO CEIBA! Praise the Lord. I drop Alex off and then head home. On my way home, I run into our local firefighters who are broken down on the side of the road, GO FIGURE. Of course I stop to help, even though my bladder is about to burst and a 2 day trip turned into 6 and I just want my bed.

 Finally I make it home. Go visit the Marios because being away for that long is just too much. I arrive at their gate and my little munchkin, Alyson, sees me and runs towards me yelling LINAAAAAA. We embrace eachother, I cry, and things are good again.




 Even though this week was terrible, awful, expensive and just bad news after bad news, He is still Good. He is always Good. And through situations we dont understand, He does. He had us there for a reason. We stayed with Ashley and Justin and learned so much from them. We learned about their ministry, how things are run and we have great ideas now! They were a huge blessing through this all and really showed us and taught us a few things we needed to learn. So all in all, I give Him thanks. A million times over again, I give Him thanks. 

Friday, September 25, 2015

Family

I have to take some time to talk about family. 

Ive learned something, something so important; Family, is everything. No, this is not something new or something Im just now realizing. Ive always knew. I love my family, they are my everything. 

My family supports me and Finding Hope. They pray for me, love me and are 100 percent the backbone of what I do. Being apart from them is the hardest part of being a missionary (although food is a big contender). I can skype call, facebook, snapchat but its not the same. Its not until I can sit on the couch with a tub of cookie dough with Riane, go thrift store shopping with mom and mommom, help dad paint his new house flip, or play RLC with Ally and Dan while eating white cheese dip do I feel complete. So seeing them only once or twice a year tears my heart apart. 

Id like to share this picture with you:


This is a Honduran family that I have grown close to over the past few years. Not all the siblings are pictured but I want to share a bit about who they are. In the yellow is Mario, Papi Mario, bricklayer, mason, painter, plumber, and all over laborer. He is always pending and comes to help withing seconds of a phone call. In the black next to Mario is Doris. She cooks meals for me almost everyday, washes my clothes, and cares for me like one of her own children. The children are Mario and Doris' grandchildren. The little nugget in the one piece standing up is Alyson. She is my heart and sole. I love her, honestly, as if she were my daughter. When she screams "LINAAAA" whenever she sees me, I melt. Shes got a smile that kills and a heart sweet as sugar. In the black shirt next to Alyson is Diana. Diana's son is Danielito (Gordo) who is pictured under the table. He is a chunky little rascal who is always in trouble. But with those chubby cheeks how can you not forgive him? Diana is a talented young women who works (whenever she gets a call) painting nails and styling and cutting hair. Every week she creates another master piece on my toenails. Even if I dont want it, she insists a new design is a must every Sunday. Kelvin, in the white, is father to the two little girls, Kaylee and Yiret, pictured sitting in the sand. His wife, Lesli is pregnant with a little boy on the way. Kelvin works day and night fighting for his family. They have their good days and their bad but there is one thing I know, He loves his girls with all his heart and would do anything for them. On the right, in the black shirt is Alvin, the youngest of Mario and Doris's children. Alvin is like a little brother to me. We hit each other, I bother him about girls, and he loves to flick me in the ear whenever he gets the chance. Not pictured is Heyson, Ever, Marito and Keyla. Heyson is the punk of the family, too cool for family events and always slightly angry at somebody (also in love with me). Ever is again like a little brother. Although sometimes I want to rip his head off, hes still a sweet guy. Marito is the lover of the family. There is always a girl in the picture. He also has a little girl, Brithany, who lives with the mother. He loves his daughter and is always talking about her. Marito is thoughtful, caring and a good listener. Lastly, Keyla. I would consider Keyla as one of my closest friends here in Porvenir. Especially recently. Keyla is the mother to Alyson. Keyla is very similar to Riane (my sister). She would do anything for you and is always there if you need her. But the moment you piss her off, you better run. Shes got a fiery spirit. 

We call the family "The Marios" because there are so many of them. I also call them family. My Honduran family. 

I can spend hours at their house and not tire. There are days I ache to be at their house because they are who I have here in Honduras. I can sleep over and snuggle with little Alyson, I go fishing and help catch fish for lunch, go for evening beach walks with Mario and Doris, help make tortillas for dinner, walk to church together and just have hammock talks. If a day or two go by and I haven't been to the house, one of them call to make sure everything is okay and wonder why its been so long. 

Im grateful for the Marios. Im grateful to have my Honduran family. Sometimes when im sitting in their house and the chaos of having 7 children and 5 grandchildren surrounds me I can feel nothing but love. How perfect? To have all your children and their families living in the same place? 

But you know whats even more perfect? The love the Marios have for others. They share everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Anyone who is at the house during mealtime is fed. If you need something and they have it, they will give it to you without thinking twice. This neighborly love is overwhelming. And they care, they honestly truly care. 

Thats why it breaks my heart when they dont have food for lunch because no one in the house is working. It breaks my heart when Doris has had pain in her breasts but they cant afford tests so nothing is done about it. When Kelvin gets appendicitis and the only money they bring to the hospital with them is 10 lempiras (50 cents).  

Having Mario and his boys be our construction workers for Finding Hope is more than just labor. Were not just hiring them to work for us, but in turn, we are able to support the family. Because when we have work for them, they have food. When we dont, neither do they. Yes, we pay them (in comparison to US standards) very cheap. Labor is inexpensive in Honduras. But we do pay them more than the average worker gets in this country. Not just because we are foreigners and "we have money" do we pay them more. But we are invested in the Marios. We love, encourage and support them, just like any family member would do. Which is why, family, is everything. 

I would ask you to please pray for the Mario family. Please pray that Finding Hope would receive the funds needed to continue construction. We've stopped construction 2 weeks ago and do not foresee continuing until December. When I talked to Keyla today, and she told me the family didnt eat lunch yesterday because no one had money, I knew I had to reach out for prayers. Yes this is common in my town, many times families do not have money to even buy rice. We are working to change that, one family at a time. 

I love my family, both here and there. I am grateful to have people in my life who love me and show their love. Even if that means giving me their last plate of tortillas and beans. 


****Just as I finished writing this, Doris calls saying dinner was ready and was wondering if I was going over :) looooooove


Monday, July 27, 2015

A funeral next door

This post is not fun. Its not glorious. It isnt happy. But this is life in Honduras. 

Sometimes people tell me that I shouldnt post stories like this. Its not good for my supporters. But honestly, I think its the opposite. This is real life. This is El Porvenir. 

Late Saturday night, early Sunday morning, my neighbor, well call him B, was shot and killed. Why? We dont know. Who? We will probably never know. I woke up Sunday morning to talk about the nights events happening outside on our porch. I walked outside to find out what was going on. 

This is how I learned about Honduran funerals. 

B's family is very poor. They live right next door to me, about 20 people in a house the size of most of our living rooms. Sunday afternoon, a car pulled up with a wooden casket and B inside. B still had to be prepared. There was no funeral home. No makeup. No preserving. B arrived and the family, through their desperation, had to prepare the body, cover his wounds.

The casket was held up with old cinder blocks. A paint bucket was placed under the casket filled with ice. Some of the teenagers went down the street and came back with a special leaf to help preserve. A Fanta 3 liter bottle on top of the casket was cut in half and held flowers picked from outside. The casket sat in middle of the house. A wooden scrap house. Electrical wires just strung about, holes in the walls covered by scraps of unused clothes. Magazine pages plastered on the wall which was once used as "wall paper". All day long people came in and out of the home. Eight PM held a service with a local pastor sharing the word of God. Singing. Community. 

Everyone was gathered around the home. Some brought rice, other brought Pepsi. Trays went around. Everyone shared coffee and bread. The neighbors shared their wood to keep the fire stove burning. 

Even those that didnt quite get along with B, came out to share their respect. I think that was the impact. The community that gathered. The little that people had to share, was shared. All day I was thinking that I wasnt going to go. The only interactions I had with B was when he made dirty comments to me and the time he killed a tarantula on my porch. Well, I decided to go. Im glad I did. At the end of the day, its still a mother who lost her son. There is still a family aching from a loss. 

Maybe through B's death this family might come to see the light. Maybe this was Gods way to bring the family to Him. 

Please pray for healing for the family. Please pray for hearts to be healed. 

Today should hold the burial and we pray that they may be able to move on.

(Please note that although circumstances like this happen in El Porvenir, I am not in danger. If you are involved in drugs, alcohol, gangs, and etc here, yes, you are putting yourself in a bad situation. Most situations like this are closed and confined to the person involved. I know that my God will protect me. I know that if I trust in Him, He will keep me from harm.)

Through Finding Hope and our examples we show towards this community our hope is that people will turn from their evil ways and turn towards the only one that can save them. Please pray that we may be this example!

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Refreshed

I have two homes. My family lives in both of them.  One is stateside, the other, Honduras. 


I love that. I love that whether "coming or going"...its always home.



So I just got back from the states after a 6 week visit/fundraising trip. Time flew by as I was able to visit family, friends, travel a bit, visit and talk with churches and host fundraiser events



We hosted our 4th Annual Garage Sale Fundraiser which thanks to hundreds of people who donated, came out and supported our cause, was a huge success. 







We also hosted a Chick-Fil-A fundraiser night, several events at local churches and other community activities. 


I also got to meet with Reliance Church in St. Petersburg Florida who will be coming on a week long mission trip here in July! We are so excited for them to come and help #RaiseTheRoof !!! They are working hard to raise funds and bring enough down to put the roof over one room of our Women and Children Center! They are a wonderful group of people who will be blessing this community immensely. 

(If you have or know of a group that is looking for a project to do, you can be a part of finishing Reliance Church's #RaiseTheRoof campaign and help us complete Finding Hope's Center and Shelter! Please contact info@findinghopehonduras.org for more information)

After all is said and done, I had a great trip home but I still need your help. Finding Hope needs just about $1600 in monthly donations to open our doors and keep it that way. We have costs for our feeding center, hiring local staff and guards, opening and stocking our free daycare, continuing our trade classes, starting a sewing cooperative and in the near future a womens shelter. 

We are nearing very close to finishing our first floor (thankful to some VERY generous donors) but we cannot start accepting women and children until we are complete in our monthly donations. That means YOU, yes, YOU are our answer. 

We need 64 families to pledge $25 monthly. Think about it. How easy is that? 64 families give up $25 a month to serve mothers and their children. Give them an opportunity to provide for their families. Be behind the change for this community. Keep women out of danger and teach their kids that they are loved. Loved by a God so great we cant even fathom that depth. Please be that for them. Please help myself, Finding Hope and be our partner in this mission. 

Finding Hope is currently in the process of receiving our non profit status so your donations ARE tax-deductable. 

Once we have those 64 families, our concern and stress will be lifted off our shoulders. We can only to so much here on the field, its YOU who keep us going.

If you decide to start supporting Finding Hope and our mission, thank you. From the bottom of our hearts thank you. I can personally tell you that your money will be used 100% for the right reasons. Your money will go directly to our cause. If you have any questions, please email, Id be happy to help!



So how have I been feeling being back in Honduras? Wonderful. I feel refreshed and ready to take this on again. I feel like Im coming back with a new vision, a bettered heart and a deeper desire. 

I have loved seeing all my kids again and being back to the community I call home. As I went to visit one home, the mother told me "You told Estephany to count 6 Wednesdays and then you would be back. This past Wednesday she counted one more in her head and wondered if this was the Wednesday you would be back." 

So am I happy? Yes. It feels good. Really good. As Im writing this Ive got this little lovins in my arms:



I want to thank everyone who supported the fundraisers we hosted while I was home. Thank you to the churches who let me come speak to their congregation. Thank you to everyone who helped donate to our cause. And especially thank you to my mom, dad and grandma who for months now have been preparing for our annual garage sale, pricing, pre-selling, organizing and everything else inbetween. They faithfully woke up early and went to bed late for our 4 day event. Thank you, muchisimas gracias!

Asking for you to donate is hard. I dont like to do so. It has never been easy and never will. But sometimes I have to remember that Im not asking for myself, Im asking for the Kingdom of God. I'm just a worker for the Lord, Hes got me taking care of this project of His called Finding Hope and Hes called all of us as a community to keep it growing. 

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

A day in Ceiba

Sometimes people ask me how often I get to go into town. I tell them once every other week. What do I do when Im in town? Here is a glimpse into "What does Catalina do in La Ceiba?"

Well, todays trip to Ceiba was yet, another, adventure. After spending 9 hours in the city, youd think we got alot done. Little do you know that anything and EVERYTHING takes 8 years to accomplish.

So we start the day at the police station to get our Honduran drivers license. Before we even step foot in the office we have about 62 people trying to "help" us. (Really means, take advantage). So we finally decide on the lucky winner who tells us we have to go across the street and do an "eye and mental health" exam. I WASNT ASKED A SINGLE QUESTION. I was brought into an office, sat down and waited. I was asked, however, what my blood type was. Well, I didnt know. So they asked me if they could write the most common type. I said sure. And theres that, I have O+ blood, at least thats what Honduras thinks I have. Apparently I have no illnesses, Im not a psycho, I have 20/20 vision, and my "test" concludes "the patient is well aware of surroundings in good mental health". All I had to do was pay 13 dollars and be on my way. Next step, pay at the bank your 7 dollars and be on your way. Next step, go to the police station, fill out a form asking to describe your physical features, which I asked the VERY OVERLY TOO FRIENDLY ALMOST CREEPY police man who described me as "oval face, small nose, green eyes, tiny mouth and skinny body". That I quote. Next step, pay under the table 25 dollars to another OVER THE TOP friendly police man who made it sure we knew he was single. Right there, he pulled out a written test and filled out the answers for me, which Im proud to say I got an 85% and im not so proud to say I got an 80% on my drivers test. But thank you nice single police man who passed me without asking me a single question. Then, off to take my picture and right there my card is printed. Who knew getting a Honduran licence was all about corrupt police, flirtation and under the table payment. Much confusion later, you are out the door.

Well, after taking all those tests and racking my brain and trying my best in my "drivers ed" the day was still not even half over. Next was to call the car insurance guy saying "Hi, Its Catalina, uuuuuummm Katlyn. I wanted to know if your office is open?" with the ever sure response "Its Catalina? Otherwise Jodie Foster?" YES CAR INSURANCE GUY, its me Jodie Foster. (When we first entered his office a few weeks ago, in the middle of explaining what the insurance covers and what it does not, he stops and says "You know, you look just like Jodie Foster." WELP. Ok then.

Then off to see if Hailles residency card came in, hoping the office would open when it is supposed to open, but no. Nothing like an additional 45 minutes added to your lunch break.

Next stop is Wakirias beauty salon. Otherwise known as the scene of the crime. The gun in my face. Have to check up with the teacher, ask about various costs and see how she is doing in class.

Now, downtown. Find a parking spot and thanking the nice security guard who moved cones out of the way so our car would fit. Buying diapers, jewelry materials for the beading program, and a quick stop to treat ourselves to a new pair of jeans. Bartering the prices and off again.

This time, we get a phone call that a woman we have been helping with a foot infection is back in the hospital and needs our help. We head over to the emergency room, check out the situation and buy a few items the doctors need. We wish her luck and are off again.

Back into the city where we decide to take a quick break before the sunsets and walk along the beach. With 3 gringa girls and 3 cotton candy sticks, we are happy. The sun is going down so we get back in the car and go on our way. Before heading home we have one last stop. Time to buy a woman and her new born some essentials. Rice, beans, laundry detergent, soap, flour, baby powder and cream, etc. (Thank you Sarah W.) We do some grocery shopping while we are there. Finally, we are done.

We get home and of course, as always, there is someone on our porch waiting for us. Someone needing something. After figuring out what she needs and how we can help, its time to sit down and relax. It doesnt matter what is on TV, as long as we can turn off our brain and chill.

So here I am, TV on, catching up with everything online, checking our GoFundMe Campaign, and listening to kids playing soccer in the street.

Sweet, sweet Honduras.

And there you have it. A day in the life of .....oh wait, GIANT spider. Call a neighbor kid!!

Monday, January 5, 2015

2014 Newsletter

Better late than never, right? Plus, don't you want to know everything that happened to us in 2014? Well then, your welcome.




Here are the many ways you can partner with us monthly! By subscribing through our paypal account on www.FindingHopeHonduras.org YOU can make one of these programs happen in 2015. We want to be sure each of the following are funded to be able to provide each to this community! Here is how your gift  will greatly bless this ministry:

MINISTRY MONTHLY SUPPORT

$15 monthly
-          -We want to expand our Sponsorship Program! With every $15, one child is sponsored in our School Sponsorship Program. All school materials, uniforms and fees will be provided.
-          -Women’s beading program. For the 23 women making recycled beaded bracelets, you will provide the materials needed to sell and ship bracelets all around the world.

$20 monthly
-          -Medical help! You will help us pay for those unfortunate events. Sometimes it’s taking a mother to give birth in a hospital versus at home. Sometimes it’s a cut foot, appendicitis, parasites or a broken arm. Even Tylenol for a little boy suffering from a fever can mean the world. With the monthly support for medical help, we won’t have to turn anyone away needing medicine who otherwise can’t afford it.
-         -Special community events! We are constantly being invited to birthday parties, graduations, dinners and other special celebrations in people’s lives. They are excited to share these special days with us and we are excited to be there with them! By sponsoring $20 monthly, we will be able to help them celebrate!

$25 monthly
-          -Sponsor our Sunday School! You will help purchase a small snack for 30 children and any supplies needed to teach these young ones about our Lord and Savior! With Sunday School support we can better teach with materials we otherwise wouldn’t be able to buy.
-         - Construction costs seem like they are never ending. You will help us purchase the basics like blocks and cement! Each block purchased and set in place means one step closer to opening our center and accepting women and children!

We can’t explain just how important your monthly support is to us. Thank you in advance!