Final Days. Final thoughts.

Well, season three is coming to a close.  If our life were a TV series, I would doubt the sanity of the writer this past season.  But considering it’s the Omnipotent Creator of the Universe, I think we’ll give Him a little more credit and faith.  However, that being said, this year did throw us for a loop and we had plenty of character-shaping plots to work with this year.  It has been a tough year physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  But there has been some high points as well.  You know, every night when we have a team on the ground, we go around and name a “high” and a “low” of the day.  In the spirit of that, I’d like to give some highs and lows of this past year.

High: Jean Alexis Kuislin Christian Academy continues to blow us away.  With our amazing Missionary and Haitian teaching staff, these kids are getting a dynamite education.

Low: Category 4 Hurricane Matthew devastated Southwest Haiti, and caused us to quake in our boots a little bit

High: By God’s grace alone, we had no casualties in our area!

Low: Feeling exhausted running 12 teams already this calendar year

High: With teams come new people to speak with, learn from, and watch fall in love with our country.  Not to mention, a large supply of chocolate and treats that come down with them!

Low: No electricity

High: We now have a beautiful view of the ocean from our homes/balcony.

Low: Accepting the fact that you can’t help everyone.

High: Our 3 Missionary teachers signed on for yet another year of crazy!

Low: Our 2 Canadian teachers having to cut the year a couple weeks short and head home due to health issues.  Please continue to pray for Cassie as she still is not well and does not have answers yet.  We love you, Cass-a-frass!

High: Having a local tailor make all of us missionary ladies traditional Haitian dresses for Haiti’s flag day

Low: Rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  Rain=all things stop.  School.  Church.  Activities.  All stop.

High: Starting Vendrefi Teenage Girls’ Bible Study

Low: Saying good-bye to our dear, beloved friend, Delord, as he moved to Chile.

High: Tiona is healthy and growing strong.  She is made for the chaos of Haiti, the constant change, and the many new people who come into her life for a week.

Low: Tiona getting super restless on days without teams, where I need to sit and get some work done on the computer.  Getting constant attention is her (or better yet, my) enemy!

High: Expanding our food range here on the compound: Fried pickles, Chicken-Pot Pie(-ish), Funnel Cakes, and S’mores!

Low: The JAK generator getting stolen while we were in the states.

High: Watching some of our youth/staff members (Samuel, Robenson, Gregory, Elisée) growing as leaders

Low: Many students in our sponsorship program leaving school, mostly hurricane-related

High: The medical clinic construction is underway!  Such a huge need in our community.

Low: Still looking for staffing for the clinic.  Really need the right people on-board.

High: Great new beginnings such as adult literacy program and the elderly home.

Low: Mosquitoes.

High: Dressing up like crazy-pants and Christmas Caroling throughout the village

Low: Mold.

High: A Chinese food restaurant opened in Les Cayes.

Low: Ants.


Low:  It’s getting hot.  Like, really hot.

High: Providing Hurricane Relief materials: 10 villages. 968 Homes. 4,481 People. 29,003 pieces of tin. 3,374 pounds of nails. And building 8 whole new homes!

Welp, that’s where I’ll stop for now.  We are currently teaching our English class “From this Valley” by the Civil Wars.  The lyrics of the chorus plead “Oh, won’t you take me from this valley, to that mountain high above.  And I will pray, pray, pray, till I see Your smiling face.  I will pray, pray, pray to the One I love.”  And there it is… Lots of highs and lows, as I’m sure you can say about your last year as well.  But, the Lord has proved His faithfulness and we are continuing to seek His face.

In about a week-and-a-half we will be heading stateside for nearly two months.  Traveling two our two homes in Florida and one in South Dakota.  Planning on seeing many friends and family.  And, of course, eating as much steak, burgers, and Chick-fil-A as we can!  And hopefully getting a little rest too.  We thank you for being such an important part of our journey this past year.  We’ve said it many times, but we truly cannot do this without the support of you guys in the States.  To God be the Glory!

Until next year.  With much love,

Bethany (Paul and Tiona too)

Life As We Know It

It’s a rare moment when Tiona has just laid down for a nap, I’m not shoulder-deep in over-due sponsorship work, and the generator is running to power a fan in my face.  But here I find myself in that moment.  Eating leftover Easter candy, nonetheless!  It’s a perfect blog-writing.  However, I am also overcome with shame when I realize that I haven’t written since right after the hurricane.  It’s kinda like that friend who writes you and you haven’t responded for 6 months, and at this point it’s almost easier not to write them back because you don’t have a great excuse for your lack of response.  But, oh well, here I am, returning back.  So, hi.

As I’m sure you can imagine, we’ve had an insanely busy year.  Hurricane relief went as well as could be expected.  Through generous donations stateside, we were able to distribution tin and nails, and wood even in some cases, to eleven villages in the Saint Jean du Sud region of Haiti.  We praise Jesus for his provision.  If you donated, please know that during the torrential downpour we had for nearly the whole night last night, some family was sleeping under a tin roof they wouldn’t have had otherwise.  So thank you.  However, the requests still pour in to Paul’s office.  One of Paul’s hardest lessons to learn here is that you can’t help everyone.  It’s easy to say that callously, however harder to practice it when you see pleading eyes and desperate hearts.

Since 2017 has come, we’ve hit our team season very hard.  Already this year we’ve run eight teams, with many teams still on deck.  Our other missionaries, Lexi and Gerald, will be ending their term in Haiti in June.  So if anyone knows servant-hearted folks who want to come down and help run teams and finance/business management, please let me know.  Huge plus if they know Creole or French.  It’s a tall order, we know.

I was able to start a high school girl’s Bible Study, last month!  It may not sound like a big thing, but it has been three years in the making.  I’ve wanted to start this ever since I moved down, but I didn’t want to do something until I could do it well.  You see, Mission-Haiti is very much a “boys’ club.”  At any given time, we have anywhere from 2-15 guys just hanging out on the yard.  They were raised with Mission-Haiti.  It is their hang out.  Many times the question has been posted, where are the girls?  There are a variety of theories, but the short of it is, they just aren’t here.  Until the last Friday of every month.  That is when we get to dote on the girls.  The word is Creole/French for Friday is Vendredi.  The word for girl is Fi.  Therefore, our Bible study is VendreFI.  Our first meeting was a blast.  I hope to open it up to more than once a month, but considering our schedule right now, that’s all I can manage.

Paul is working hard, as always.  He’s in high demand.  We play a game sometimes when, as a missionary staff, we are heading out of our village to go to the nearest city to go grocery shopping or eat out, we count how many people stop Paul in the big, loud red truck to ask for this or talk about that.  Life of the Haitian Mission-Haiti Director.  But he’s so good at his job.  He also works very hard as the director of the JAK Academy as well.  He and his rockstar missionary-teaching and Haitian-teaching staff are continuously striving to make this school as great as it possibly can be.  Our three teachers that are teaching this year, have committed to come back next year (praise Jesus!) and we have two new teachers coming down to join our missionary family for the 2017-2018 school year as well!  We are so pumped.

We are looking forward to new ventures in Mission-Haiti.  Our biggest one is our new medical clinic.  The construction process is underway, and every day it seems to get a little more real.  Good medical care in this area is a huge need that we feel honored to try to do something about.  Again, we feel convicted to do it well, though.  We have a doctor in the states that has signed on as our Medical Director, however we are looking for a missionary position medical administrator to run the day-to-day of the clinic.  We are also will be searching for a Haitian doctor and staff to fill roles needed.  We cannot start the clinic without having the right personnel in place.  So we are trusting God will bring about the right people for these positions as well.

Some of you may be wondering about Tiona.  Tiona is eleven months now, and busy.  Very busy.  She does amazingly with teams, travel, and chaos.  Her life is constantly in motion with new people to interact with regularly.  And she doesn’t go anywhere without her trusty, worn and matted, little sheep stuffed animal named Chislic.  However, it’s the days at home, without a team, that she struggles.  If I’m trying to work done, working on the computer in the house for instance, she gets so restless.  She’s used to being the center of all attention, to be seeing new things, and going new places.  Staying put is something we are trying to work on.  She’s kinda like me in that way, I guess.  But, she sure is cute.  And fun.  We’re fans.

We are planning a little bit longer break this summer, to be able to relax and enjoy the states instead of moving-and-shaking from one place to another.  We’ve got a lot to do before then (and hopefully this won’t be my last blog before then either), but it is something we are looking forward to.

So there’s our nutshell.  Thank you for all your patience.  We truly appreciate your support so much.

To God be the Glory!

PS – updated pictures on the gallery, please check them out

Matthew 25

I’d like to think it wouldn’t take a major catastrophic event in order to prompt a blog update, but I suppose I’m wrong.

First and foremost, Paul and I would like to thank each and every one of you for your prayers and support over the last week and a half as we were preparing for, enduring, and now recovering from Hurricane Matthew.  We wish we could thank you all individually, but please accept this as a sincere thank you.  It is no lie or sugar-coated exaggeration to say that we could feel all of your prayers through this time.

I would just like to fill in a few of the blanks some of you all may be missing to understand the make-up of our mission and community, to help you understand the impact of this hurricane.  Paul, Tiona, and I are three of the eight North American missionaries on the ground here.  We have another couple serving as a support role, as well as the husband teaching 1st grade at the JAK Christian Academy.  We also have three other young women serving as teachers here: two of them sisters from Canada and the other a recent college grad from Sioux Falls.  We all live on a compound that is broken up into two yards, ours housing us along with three of our Haitian staff and the other yard housing our orphanage.  Our orphanage is home to eight boys and five girls as well as four staff members and two children of the staff.  We are located in a small village in South-Western Haiti called Petit Rivière or Ti Rivye (depending on whether you are pronouncing it in French or Creole, respectively).  If you were to google map this village, you will most likely not find it, or find one of the other Petit Rivières in the country (I’m pretty sure there are at least three of them).  We are in a district called St. Jean du Sud, about 45 minutes along the coast past the larger city of Les Cayes (that one you will find on a map!)  I am unable to tell you how many people there are living in our village because village lines are hard to assess and measurements are hard to qualify here.  Our village is a coastal village, sitting right on the ocean, with many of the people in the community relying on it for their livelihood.  The fingers of our ministry spread quite far throughout this area reaching several different mountains in our area, including running five schools.

Alright, now that we are all on the same page, we’ll get back to business.  So, we had been watching this hurricane develop for a while.  Originally, it looked like it was maybe going to head toward Jamaica and we would just get some outer rim effect, however as Matthew continued on, he started to turn toward a more direct hit upon Western Haiti – and with a Category 4 classification.  A blessing and curse of this particular storm was the fact that it was an incredibly slow-moving storm.  We used that time to spread the news of the impending storm and prep our own yard: moving motorcycles indoors, relocating different outdoor furniture, and even cutting down a few trees we were pretty sure wouldn’t survive.  We also made a game-plan for where we were to go as missionaries.  Paul and the baby and I would pass the hurricane with the teachers in their house, the newest building on our yard, on the lower level for fear of losing the roof in 130 mph winds.

Then we waited.

We played Monopoly.  We made cookies.  We made jokes about what a tease Matthew was and how he is never punctual (“so classic Matthew”).  We all went to bed fairly early, knowing that when he did show up it was going to be in spectacular fashion.  And he did.

It seemed starting at around midnight, the top of every hour came with new sounds and chaos going on outside, sometimes maybe heightened by not being able to see anything.  Sleep was not much of an option for me.  Plus, Tiona was wide awake for most of it, naïve to the severity of things, she was just excited to have three of her babysitters to dote on her!

Around 5:00 on Tuesday morning, October the 4th, Hurricane Matthew proved his incredible power as an incredibly large mango tree sitting just adjacent to the building we were in cracked in half and smashed through our compound wall.  Matthew built into a crescendo through that hour as it felt like we were sitting on a runway with jet engines roaring around us.  But one of the strangest experiences, I have to say, was feeling my ears pop from the changing of pressure.  We did our best to close up the house, but it is still an open-air system with no glass for the windows.  We started to fight some water coming through the windows and before long the kitchen floor was sitting under water.

Around 6:00 we open the window shutters to watch the immense power of the hurricane, the sunrise had given light to see.  It didn’t take long to realize that this was going to leave a monstrous wake of damage.  Seeing from where we were, how much was destroyed on our own compound, the implication for this community was going to be epic.  Knowing there were families sitting in palm-frond huts, all huddled together, bracing against wind that cracks 100-year-old mango trees.  And these aren’t just “families.”  These are people we know, people we live in community with, people we work with, people we care about.

After watching it for a while, the teachers and I sat on the bed and listened to Jesus music, with the whipping wind, cracking of trees, and flapping of tin provided a background orchestra to Peyton’s iPod.  A song came on that we were all very familiar with.  Words we have sung probably hundreds of times before hit us in a way we’ve never heard them before.  The song is called 10,000 Reasons by Matt Redman.  The first verse and chorus go as follows:
            The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
            It’s time to sing Your Song again
            Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me
            Let me be singing when the evening comes
            Bless the Lord, oh my soul
            Worship His Holy Name
            Sing like never before, oh my soul
            I’ll worship Your Holy Name
There we were.  Four girls sitting on the bed.  Savoring the words and, truthfully, singing like never before.  We all were offering tears of worship.  It was a crazy moment, but one I don’t think I will ever forget.

I think this section is the hardest to write, because words just don’t seem to be enough.  I don’t know how to convey to you all what this community looked like the next morning other than to say, after living here for nearly two-and-a-half years, I didn’t recognize it.

The destruction is great.  But our God is greater.  No one in our community lost their lives at the hand of Hurricane Matthew.  For that we will continue to praise Him.

As for our compound, we lost a few roofs, tents, and trees.  Half of our missionaries are displaced due to roof damage.  Our boys’ house in the orphanage also suffered a roof loss and their whole eating area essentially caved in.  And our compound wall was broken down in a few spots.

Many people, however, have lost their homes and even all their earthly possessions.  Maudelaine is one such person.  She is our Pre-Kindergarten 1 teacher.  She is a beautiful spirit, always smiling, and truly a joy to work with and know.  That night her house came crashing down.  She and her two children ran out in the storm to her mother’s house, probably 50 yards away.  The next morning ventured out to see what used to be her home as just a concrete slab of foundation.  She lost all important documentation, all possessions, saving only the clothes on her back.

Emmanuel is the young man who is in charge of our gate.  He has grown up with the Mission.  He lives up the hill from us.  He and his family were in their home for the hurricane.  He said their roof flew off already at 1:00 in the morning.  They passed the rest of the hurricane huddled under a bedsheet.  He said his hands were cramping from clinging to the sheet so tightly.

These stories are not uncommon.  And these are people we know and care about and live life with.  To you all, they are just names.  To us, they are friends.  Neighbors.  Brothers and sisters in Christ.

Our time since the hurricane has been spent cleaning up, venturing out to the community and mountains to hand out food and clothing and sheets.  And more than anything, trying to make a game plan.  The need in Haiti has always been great; now it seems suffocating.

Where do we go from here?  I asked Paul that before the storm was even over.  I think I’ve asked it a hundred times since.  Paul, having visited the mountains yesterday, came back with this comment, “People are living the way that is not human.  They have lost everything they can’t afford to lose.  And their only hope is on people who are asking whether an organization is credible or not or if they have already donated to a charity this year.”

This rebuilding process isn’t just about rebuilding people’s physical homes, although if that were the only thing to do, we’d have plenty to keep us busy, it’s about rebuilding a hope.  They didn’t just lose their homes, they may have lost all of their mango trees which provide much needed nourishment and income.  It will be years until we see another mango season.  It will be years before some of these schools are rebuilt and students can sit in classrooms, on benches, and learn to hope for a better future.

We must rebuild the homes.  So at the next rainfall, parents can rest in the security knowing their children are not sleeping damp on some molding foam mattress.  So they can have a place of rest to come after a long day fishing on the water.  So they can have shade from a merciless sun.

And soon the hunger will set in.  The food they have saved up will be gone.  Their children will be hungry; the parents will be desperate.  We must feed them.

But we need help to make these very simple things possible.  We need wood and tin and food, which means we need money to purchase them.  Please consider donating to the relief fund by visiting to find out how.  Or for more information and pictures, ceck out Mission Haiti’s Facebook page.  Now, I challenge you to stay home from your next dinner out and use that $75 or whatever it would be to help put food on someone’s table, clothes on someone’s back, or cover someone’s head while they sleep.

I feel as if I have many more things to say, but I think I will just stop here.  Thank you so much for your prayers and support.  Please continue to pray.  Not just for our community here, but other communities in Haiti that have suffered even worse than we have.  We are hearing of some that have had mudslides and flooding that has cut them off from all aide.  Jesus hasn’t forgotten them, nor have we.

God bless you all.

“‘For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me’… The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’”
–Matthew 25:34-36,40