A Little Drop
Remerson, a ten year old who I have been accidentally calling Lameson for a year and a half, walked up to me the other day with shoes that were so torn that he was basically barefoot. He asked me for marbles, so I gave him marbles and a new pair of shoes (all thanks to our donors and mission groups). Over a year ago, we were riding in the car with two of our teens who were both about twenty at the time. We drove to Miragoane, a town twenty minutes away, and got ice cream. They had their first bite of ice cream in their entire lives and loved it. Around that same time, I was talking to one of our other teens, Taina, who told me that she usually sleeps on the floor. After going to her house one day, she showed me where the water can come in through the wall and wet the piece of floor that she sleeps on. Soon after, we were able to give her and several others a bed and a mattress. Several of our teens have told us that they used to not go to church before we got here, or that they w