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Time for some creative arts inspired by the children of Haiti. Chelsea Landis' photos of the kids at New Life are gorgeous, I will be using the faces of the kids I met as inspiration. 

Finished pieces will be for sale, proceeds going to Shelli's World Race! 
http://shellidaniels.theworldrace.org/ ♥ 
Please stay tuned for more info, I will post the pieces on my blog as they come.  

I want to share a story that inspires my paintings,

I had a profound thought yesterday about the orphans I met in a little mountain village near Port-Au-Prince. I had come straight from work over to the church building for worship practice, and mid-way through practice, I noticed my stomach grumbling.  Realizing I hadn't eaten any dinner and had a light lunch, I wondered at how I might be able to nab some food.  Practice went on for another half hour or so, during which I felt such intense hunger pangs, I thought I was going to lose it. I was SO hungry, but I knew there wouldn't be enough time on our 5-minute break to run to the gas station.

 
So, I started scavenging at the church for food – anything to take the curb of hunger away.  I opened the two refrigerators, nothing. Opened a krispy kreme box (desperate), nothing.  Looked through the cupboards and shelves.
 
I found a tub of peanut butter with a cracked cover.
On the table was a smooshed loaf of bread.
 
As I hungrily smothered my bread with as much peanut butter as I possibly could, my mind suddenly flashed back to Haiti.  We visited a mountain school with 28 beautiful children.  Our group leader told us a story of how he first found them – a whole school full of children dusty and frail, on the outskirts of Port-Au-Prince.  When he found them, they hadn't been given water in five days. FIVE DAYS.  There was just no water.  Stan (our leader) and has group went immediately back to their base in the city and brought back 5 gallons of cold water, which the kids guzzled down.

We visited the school and brought a duffle bag full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  Stan later explained to me the importance of the peanut butter because it gave them the protein they would need to get through the day.

As I smothered the peanut butter on my lame piece of bread, I felt so broken for those kids.  I felt desperate to go back there, to offer them this stupid peanut butter sandwich in my hand, to just remind them one more time that they would be okay.  But this was the same place where I met the young boy who serenely took my hand and taught me a few things.  Amazing how without words, a small child can teach you everything you need to know about what matters in life.

A hand to hold,
A love to share,
An eternity together,
and

A small piece of bread.



 
I ate my peanut butter sandwich in solidarity last night for our friends in Haiti.  
Lord, bless them today. 
Give them a PB&J sandwich, please.