“Mesi Jezi, Mesi Jezi” “Thank you Jesus, Thank you Jesus” These are the words my husband, Joey, heard as he stood underneath a tiny hut...

“So, Lord, where do I fit?” That was my simple prayer to the Lord as Jean and I headed off to Haiti. Why would I ask that question?  Here...

I met Karensky three years ago at the orphanage. I will never forget it. Despite the pain in his eyes and his apparent discomfort, he...