The first four children we took in were the Limose children. Their mother “gave them to us” on her deathbed. We took in those four children and about six months later, a man came to us whose wife had died. They had four children… Yolanda, Julia, Franceau, and Florence. I had cared for their mother before she died, so we felt that the Lord wanted us to take in these children.

Julia loved to sing in our Church. Bobby and I would sit on the platform and watch her sing and we were so proud of her. Then, after she graduated from Philo, (the 13th year), she told us she wanted to be a Lab Tech. We sent her to college and she did well. She got a job at our Love A Child – Jesus Healing Center. She was such a good worker, but when we built our “Birthing Center” she decided that was where she wanted to be. It wasn’t long before she met a young man and wanted to get married.

But, where the marriage was going to be held in another town, Bobby and I could not go because we would have to go through gang territory. I remember Julia crying her eyes out, begging us to come, but we could not. It broke out hearts… Capturing Bobby and I would have put a lot of pressure on our staff and on our organization, because we are not allowed to pay ransom. Julia went on to get married “without her dad walking her up the aisle.” It was a sad day for us.

She really wanted a child, because it is the culture of Haiti… “As soon as you get married, you must have a baby!” But, she was told that she had major problems and not to get pregnant… But, things happen. She found out she was pregnant, but her health was so bad she could not come to work. In order to keep her job, she sent someone to “work in her place” as many Haitians do. We all thought that since she was resting and not working, she would be fine… but we did not know that she was in grave danger.

Just three days ago, I had emailed her and asked her how she was doing and when was the baby coming? I did not hear back… Bobby and I did not sleep all night long last night. We were restless and watching TV to kill the time. It was early in the morning when we got an email saying that Julia’s baby had lived, but she had died. Talking to her “siblings” in Haiti on the phone was tough. Everyone was crying and we were far from them. We will turn around and go back to Haiti as soon as we get a flight. Julia’s baby is in the good hands of her sister, Yolanda.

We all have good days and bad days… But God is the God of the Valley, as well as God of the mountain.

Sherry