(All Photos’ compliments of gigiphotography.com)
Hello all. Is it really already June, and when is the last time I wrote, April? I apologize for the lateness of this update, but it will be good one!
First of I want to talk about Gillian, and Tamara.
(I feel pressured to ensure anyone looking at this photo of me in a Hollister shirt, that I got it here REALLY cheap, and it’s a second. Just incase any of you are wondering why I would brandish a flashy name brand, to be honest I never even thought of it, I just really like green, but someone mentioned something about it to me so I thought I would explain)
Now usually I try and avoid too many visitors throughout the year. Especially people I don’t know. We have a lot of Fabulous organizations in the area which bring down short term volunteers who really long to exposed to the Haitian Village and long to put their hands to good use. I, on the other hand, have been called to a different purpose down here, so I try to discipline myself accordingly.
When Gillian contacted me about wanting to take photos of the village, it seemed like a good idea. It was Gideon who proclaimed it to be a very necessary task to be undertaken ASAP for the sake of the website. We are hoping to completely rework the website in the next year in order to make everything more accessible for people wanting to sell La Tienda products and have home parties on behalf of our Lovely Ladies. We also need to be able to keep people more updated on what is available. But I still had some apprehensions. The people get so MANY photos of themselves taken by passerby’s and tourists and short term missionaries, after awhile it seems almost dehumanizing. I’ve actually had discussions with group leaders and facilitators about the importance of limiting the photo’s being taken. Village life isn’t entertainment or a cool story to tell, it’s Real people’s REAL lives! So I agreed that we could work on this photo project under the one condition that If we were going to be photographing the women’s lives in all it’s broken ness and beauty, that we make a point of doing a beautiful family portrait for each Lady, that we can give to them as a gift.
Can I just say that Gillian (and her lovely traveling companion Tamara) humbled me to the GROUND! They worked so hard to ensure that the month before they came down, enough stuff was sold that the women all received their full salaries! They brought all kinds of gifts and medical supplies, and even took the extra time and thought to bring gifts to ME as WELL!!!!
They were so willing to get down in the MUD and stay busy busy, as get all. After the first day of photo’s I realized very clearly that Gillian was giving the Ladies and I, a great gift that would benefit this project from here on after.
Here are some of the shots she took of village life, and the Ladies of La Tienda. (I’ve kept the pictures small as to not overwhelm the blog)


The Women LOVED the family portrait part.
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It’s hard for them to understand why we would want pictures of them, doing their laundry, but they all got behind it and just tried to act natural. But when Gillian would show them an example of the family portraits they were so pleased and giggly it was hilarious! On the last day of photo’s we thought of doing a group shot. One of my quietest ladies, Anise (makes paper) who barely says two words and acts like an Amish lady with all the appropriate prudish tendencies, came waltzing down the village hill in a BRIGHT golden BALL GOWN! It was about 15 sizes to big. My guess is, it was given to her in a donation bag and she had it saved in her house for a very special day. It was TOO sweet. The Ladies really got into what Gillian was doing because Gillian’s attitude towards them was one of service. She made everything she photographed beautiful, and the women really FELT it. The thing that really made our time together PERFECT was Tamara. If she hadn’t come down we never would have gotten done what we aware able to get down. Tamara was so grounded and patient, and really had understanding of poverty life before she got there (She’s had some experience living in the developing world). She got sick one day and had to spend the time flattened out on my couch while Gillian and I headed off to the village, and I nearly let Gillian DROWN in the river when she was taking a photo, which NEVER would have happened if Tamara had been there.
(I may have slightly exaggerated the drowning part, she did however drop so low for the shot that she dunked her ENTIRE CAMERA BAG under water and all I did was think “ooooooooooooh that will be a nice photo”)
And The TRUCK! You know I’m really quit thankful for my lovely vehicle. It makes creaky noises when I bump over things and the turning radius is less the generous, which is probably what I love so much about it. What a FABULOUS gift from the Lord given to me by the hands of his children. I want to thank you all again and AGAIN for this gift. Thank you all for blessing me this way. It has truly changed my capacity to be able to serve these Ladies in a whole new way. It has needed some repairs as of late, it gets a lot of ware and tare going through the river and my “truck fund” with Into All the World” is a little low (and by low I mean empty) so if it is in your heart and capacity to give, it would be wonderful to have those needs met.
I had the custody hearing for the Children this month. I’m supposed to find out today what the answer is. I’ve committed it to the hands of the Lord, and whether the answer be yes or no, I am so thankful that we were at the very least able to procure birth certificates and therefore legal status for these children. They are actually currently going around Monte llano (my town) with big trucks (like today!) and just pulling random people off the streets and shipping them off to Haiti. It doesn’t matter if you were born here or not, if you don’t have the paper work (which they don’t even GIVE you, you have to PAY for it and no Haitian could afford it) they send you off. This year none of the Haitian children without birth certificates will be allowed to attend school. That means Rosairi would currently be refused an education had we not been able to fight for her legal status!
I have recently acquired some new sewers to the project. Now I take them on with GREAT fear and trembling as the more women that are added, and the more money that comes through my pay pal account for the Ladies of La Tienda, the more I get that this project is growing beyond my capacity to handle it, just little me. But the Lord has blessed me with Tati, the Lady who took over Dudu’s job, and she has been so faithful and hardworking. Also, a fellow missionary here living in Monte llano, has decided to start helping in the Co-op when the summer gets finished up. If this works out I will be SO relieved to finally be able to partner again with another English speaker. No matter how long I live down here, I still find so much comfort in the familiarity of someone who speaks English and works along side me. Aside from that Cara has been a wonderful friend, and the hands and feet of Jesus to me many times.
Speaking of Jesus, I’ve been going to and English bible study for a couple of months and let me tell you it has been SUCH a gift. MAKARIOS is a mission group who works with education programs here in my hometown of Monte llano. They have graciously invited me to join their bible study, and I have exuberantly participated. I love having a group of people to study the Word with in a language I understand, and a group of people I can discuss my sin with, and have it be fully understood. (Try to explain to a Haitian lady your compulsion to shop at the mall or your anxieties about flying, and you will be met with a polite blank stare).
Jesus Jesus Jesus. Jesus has been teaching me so much lately. I’ve been struggling in the Co-op at the loss of Dudu. Her organizing skills were FAR less than adequate but her ability to teach about the word was just wonderful. So I kept her in her position because I new it benefited the Ladies. Her absence has left a whole; but Let me tell you about Anise. I try to feel the Ladies out to discern who the spiritual leaders are. Who is to be given the platform to speak and pray? Who needs to teach us something? Anise (the lady in the golden dress) stood up to pray the other day in Creole (which I don’t understand because I can only learn one new language at a time) and something about it floored me. She’s such a quiet lady, but she prayed with such strong confidence and certainty that God was listening I could help but cry. Her tiny frame let out this BOLD voice, I’d never heard before. Sometimes I identify better with the more “modern” Christians in our village. The Haitian Evangelical Christian can be bone crushingly legalistic. But for some reason, the rules and regulations seemed more like reverence and worship coming from Anise. She obeys the lengthy rules out of a heart of submission, as though she was free do so and loved to obey in humility.
Okay I could write all day, but I fear my writing style will become more and more indecipherable so I will try to update more frequently as opposed to one big run on random explanation of what life has been like. I hope to send a mail out to many of you in July.
Till then Much Love