07th Sep
Photo by Andrew Lamb

5 Minutes of My Day: Was She an Angel?

I’ve been sitting here in this hospital for 3 hours, waiting to see a nurse or doctor with this sick baby in my arms. I’m keeping him as comfortable as possible, but I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous. His heart rate is too high. His temperature is scorching hot. He’s sleeping like a rock […]

04th Sep
Spilled Paint

5 Minutes of My Day: Neon-Orange

Marlo and I are having a busy, productive, and fun day together, driving around completing our various tasks for the day while the team is starting up their third day of ministry with VBS at the orphanages. We seldom get to spend as much time together as we used to when we were together at HCO […]

28th Aug

Liar Liar: Summer Highlight?

It’s not hard for me to know where my summer highlight happened. Almost my entire summer was spent in the community of Bon Repos, Haiti. A small country-like community north of Port-au-Prince. A community where cows are the traffic in the road, water is on your south-west and the hillsides begin slowly rolling into tall […]

23rd Aug

Liar, Liar: How Was Your Summer? (Part 1)

Most of you are probably aware that Bethany and I are now home from spending the summer in Haiti. Now that we are home, everywhere we go people are always asking us about how our summer went. To be honest, that’s a really hard question to answer! When spending so much time working with mission […]

15th Aug
Holding Hands

Liar Liar

Can I confess something to y’all? I am a liar. The worst offender – the casual, simple liar. How are you today Bethany? Fine, you? Fib, Lie. It seems like everyone always has a question for us when we return, we love talking about Haiti so its something we enjoy, answering questions and talking about […]

04th Aug

5 Minutes of My Day: The Red Man

I always see him as I head into town. The team is hungry for lunch and I’m so busy, rushing around. He’s always on the side of the road just up ahead. Today he is dancing wildly with his back to the highway. His shirt is dark red and filthy. He must be middle aged, […]

18th Jul
Casey Poe

Guest Post: Hi, my name is Casey.

As typical with our job, we get the awesome opportunity to lead all kinds of mission teams from North America. My first team of the summer season was a group of Engineers from Engineering Ministries International, Canada. The group consisted of 11 members one of whom I feel like could be my long lost sister. […]

06th Jul
Haiti Worship

5 Minutes of My Day: No Tomorrow

It’s been such an exhausting day. Filling water, getting food for the team, purchasing items for the community, distributing donations and ministry money, leading in ministry and the list goes on. So many things clamour for my attention day to day. After helping coordinate the feeding all 87 children at the orphanage, the group goes […]

29th Jun

Living With Perspective

A good friend of ours from back home has a blog themed around living simply. With our time being split between living and working in Haiti and Arkansas, Ashley recently asked Bethany to write a guest post on her blog to share how spending time in Haiti has affected our lives back home. Bethany’s response […]

21st Jun
Is Haiti Dangerous?

Liar, Liar: But Isn’t Haiti Dangerous?

I am so glad that you are here reading this post. When people find out Eric and I work as Mission Coordinators for Praying Pelican in Haiti, this is typically one of the first questions they ask. This question is broad, emotional, and controversial in nature. To say that Haiti is a place without crime, […]

15th Jun

5 Minutes of My Day: Driving Along

The keys jangle and smack against the flat of my palm. Eric tosses them to me and says, “Giddy up babe. Time to pull up our boot straps and get to truckin’.” He loves to drive me nuts talking in southern expressions. It’s 4:00 am and I’m exhausted, no way I’m getting behind the wheel […]

11th Jun

5 Minutes of My Day: Junior’s Hands

Eric, Josue and I are riding in the car, scouring the streets of Carrefour for guitar strings. We finally spot a store and as I’m pulling over, a car washer boy taps on the glass. I motion for him to follow us out of the traffic and I park on the side of the road. […]