Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Strong Saints of Haiti!!!

I received this in an email, and it was too good not to share! Please keep Haiti in your prayers. The members of the Haitian community need all the Divine assistance they can get!! I am so thankful to be a member of the true gospel of Jesus Christ! Blessings and miracles happen every day, all around us. Is there any doubt that the Lord loves His children, members of our faith or not, and that he watches over and protects them? I say there is not! Yes, there is darkness, devastation, heartbreak, loss, and sorrow, but there is also light, hope, love, improvement, and happiness. I have faith that the people of Haiti will overcome this trial. They will become strong in their afflictions, with a powerful conviction in Christ.

I think I'll leave you with my favorite scripture, as I feel it fits.

Doctrine and Covenants 121:7-11
7. My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;
8. And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.
9. Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands.
10. Thou art not yet as Job; thy friends do not contend against thee, neither charge thee with transgression, as they did Job.
11. And they who do charge thee with transgression, their hope shall be blasted, and their prospects shall melt away as the hoar frost melteth before the burning rays of the rising sun;

Please open your hearts as you read the remainder of this post, and I know it will touch and enrich you. And if you would like me to email you a copy of this so that you may keep the hope going, just leave me your email!
~Jamie



Photography by Scot Facer Proctor

Maurine and Scot Proctor, Meridian's editor and publisher, are currently in Haiti with 125 LDS medical, construction and translation volunteers from Utah.



Much of Haiti lies in rubble. Collapsed roofs lie at angles, smashed against the floor below them. Cinder blocks slant in heaps along the roads. Some streets in Port-au-Prince look like old pictures of bombed-out Berlin after World War II. It's a horror, an apocalypse.



Yet, amidst a shoddy neighborhood stands a jewel, the Croix-des-Missions LDS church and sounding through the air is a hymn: How Firm a Foundation.



It is a particularly well-chosen song in a land whose physical foundations could not stand the earth's tremors, but whose Latter-day Saints have proven to be remarkably resilient. They know that though all but a handful have lost their homes, their foundation is in the gospel of Jesus Christ and that is firm.



Attending the 3-hour church block on Sunday felt remarkably normal to us. There were the Saints dressed well, many in crisp, white shirts that looked newly ironed. The deacons wore their white shirts and ties as they reverently passed the sacrament.



How can this be? Without homes, they are living on the street in hastily-assembled, makeshift shelters on any flat land that is available. Their walls may be sheets hung over ropes or pieces of cardboard. Their beds are concrete or hard earth. Everything they owned-and that already wasn't much-has been stripped from them by an initial quake that lasted about 45 seconds and after shocks that continued for days.



Haiti, right now and for the foreseeable future, is a land sleeping out. People fill the church's courtyards at night-and instead of woe, they laugh and talk. They have shanties on the median strip between two lanes of riotous traffic.



We asked member after member, how can you be so beautifully groomed on Sunday, given your conditions? They answered that because most everyone is now living in the street, they are indeed dirty during the week, plagued by all the ills that befalls a newly-made street person, but, they added that though they had no water to drink, they had water good enough to wash their clothes.


So there they were singing about what really is their firm foundation and looking like any other LDS congregation across the world-except they are homeless.

Their Lessons and Talks



That is not all. Their lessons and talks were sophisticated and scripturally based, as if they had a library and computer at their fingertips to prepare instead of the side of the road.



The sacrament meeting began with strains of "Come, come ye Saints, no toil, nor labor fear, but with joy wend your way." For most of us who come from other nations, we would be hard-pressed to find joy in impoverished and broken Haiti before the earthquake, let alone now, but they sang like they meant it, "Happy day, all is well."



They prayed, "We are all thankful to be counted among the living. We are grateful to know of thy truth. There are many outside the walls of this church who do not have this truth to sustain them through the trials. We know we were kept alive because we have a mission to complete. Bless us all that we can be strong and take care of each other."



We listened tearfully. The sacrament was passed and each of the seven children sitting on the row next to us took not a single piece of bread but a scoop each. They are hungry.



Then we heard a talk, a surprising, enriching talk from France Nathalie Desir-so beautifully done.
She told the audience:
"For some of the adversity we face, we can place the weight on our own shoulders because we are not obeying God's laws. That adversity we can control, but there are some kinds of adversity we can't control like the earthquake. We didn't do anything to attract it. We all had friends and families who were killed. A lot of people are discouraged and have lost faith, but we as members of the Church now have a mission.



"We know why we have adversities. They are to make us stronger. We have the freedom to either let them overcome us or to make us strong. Just as we send little children to school, the Lord has sent us here for a school.



"Our big enemy is our pride that keeps us from loving our neighbour and obeying the commandments.Since January 12, we all have experienced sleeping outside. As I was lying in the courtyard looking up at the stars, I knew this was the time to manifest charity and mourn with those who mourn, give food to those who need food.



"We have a certain joy, and the joy is knowing these things are temporary. The trials we are given on earth are for us, and the Lord knows everything we are going through and they are to augment our faith and bring us to God."

Primary and Youth



The primary children at the ward were as happy, giggly and bright as any children in the world-maybe more so.



Their lesson was on the plan of salvation and the teacher talked to them-just as you'd think-about the premortal, mortal world, paradise and resurrection, complete with the traditional hand in the glove to describe what happens when we are born and when we die. You can see them here.











The lessons for the youth were very much like those for the adults



We must be strong in this time of adversity. We must reach out with love to those who are discouraged.

Home Teaching



Francy Saint-Preux, the High Priest group leader for the ward, said doing home teaching is ten times harder than it used to be because people are no longer in their homes and sleeping somewhere on the street, but after the quake they made every effort to assure that everyone was safe. Temporal needs are difficult to meet because they are so overwhelming and every priesthood leader is inundated. They'll do anything to help, but there are some things they just can't do.
Francy said, "The island is in disarray from top to bottom."
He noted, "One of the first things I had to do as a leader in the high priests is to restore confidence in the members. I remind them that the important things are still intact. Your kids are safe. You have the gospel. I encourage people to focus on staying close to God.
"What we teach the members is the gospel," he said. Our gospel is simple--pray, read your scriptures, pay your tithing and work. Do everything you can to work. Even the solution to a temporal problem is a spiritual one. Get back to the basics."

Meet the Members



We are here in Haiti with 70 Haitian-speaking missionaries who are assisting in translating for medical teams and food delivery. At the airport before we left, we asked several of them why their loyalty and love for the Haitian people was so intense. Richard Clawson, a former missionary summed it up: "I met so many people in Haiti who are friendly and wonderful, but I also met a number of people in Haiti who I would aspire to be if I can. I met people who were role models to me."
Watching them deal with this devastating crisis, you can see what he means. Meet some of the members:

Guerby Pierre



Guerby Pierre is one of those exceptional people in Haiti who actually has a job. He is well-educated and has a job as an accountant with a billboard company. He tells what happened to him when the earthquake hit:
"The things I saw during the earthquake are forever engraved on my memory. You see things in disaster movies, but it is nothing like when it happens in real life, and I cannot ever forget it.



"I was inside at my work, working at my computer, at what seemed like a normal day. Then, all of a sudden with a roaring noise, it seemed like a giant beast had taken the building in his arms and was twisting and shaking it back and forth. My screen fell off my desk; bookshelves started falling, and I ran for the door, but could hardly keep my footing with the shaking. As I stood at the door, the wall I had been leaning against before completely collapsed.
"It is so different when you experience this in real life. People think of the great earthquakes in 3rd Nephi. People outside thought it was the Second Coming.



"My work is destroyed. That was my livelihood. I went to my house and it is completely gone, but I was able to go in and get the things that really mattered to me-my temple recommend, my passport, some clothes and my scriptures."
He held up his battered scriptures at that moment, the gilt-edged pages long ago worn away, and we asked him, "Did that happen to your scriptures during the earthquake?"
He just smiled back and said, "No, I really love my scriptures and I use them all the time."
The day before the earthquake a tune started wafting through Guerby's mind. Again and again it came and stayed with him through the day. He realized that the words were "The Lord my pasture will prepare, and guard me with a shepherd's care."
He was so impressed with the message that returned again and again to him, that he wrote down the words to the hymn and sent them in a note to his sweetheart. The next day the meaning was still in his soul as his world was hurled apart, and he knew that no matter what happened, the Lord had already sent him a message of comfort.
Now, Guerby is sleeping outside in a tent every night. The way he looks at it is his first job is to take care of his friends and other members of the Church. Even if he doesn't have a lot of money he can strengthen them. His second job as an accountant is gone, so he has more time for his first job.
Some things are really hard. It is hard to think that after working hard to become college-educated that he might be back to shining shoes to get enough money to live on. And it's hard not to have a home. He misses the feeling of something comfortable and recognizable to come back to at night.
He's holding on. He had saved a little money. He got some food and shoes from the bishop.



Each night as he lays under the stars, it reminds him of what is really important in life. He said, "In one sense I have nothing, but in another, I have everything because I have the gospel, and this earthquake has only augmented my testimony. My life is changed. The earthquake simplified it. Since the earthquake, I could all of a suddenly think clearly."
Gone are certain things he thought were really important. Instead, he is hoping to find a way to take his best friend and sweetheart to the temple to be married.
"Life can be hard sometimes," he says, "but it will be OK."

Charles Marie Murielle

"When the earthquake happened, I was inside my house. I had just come from school because I am studying to be a nurse. There was a professor who was absent, so I came home early.
"I was just taking off my uniform when the earthquake started. I heard the noise and felt the earthquake and thought to myself, this is an earthquake.



"After it stopped, I found myself, I was yelling, but I had a strong feeling I shouldn't leave my house. I should just stay there. I went to open my door to go out, and my door was blocked, I couldn't open it.
"I said a sincere prayer. I told the Lord that I was not ready to die. I don't have a family, yet, and I haven't been to the temple. With a lot of strategy I was able to open the door by myself.



"Outside, everyone was crying and screaming out to God, 'What is going on?' The farther I got out, I saw that churches had fallen and people had been killed.
"My school which is four stories tall had collapsed and all the students and teachers had been killed. I would have been there if my teacher had not shown up.
"All communications were cut off. No radio. No telephone. No one knew what was going on. We were all trying to find an open space. We kept hearing instructions, "Don't go inside. Don't go inside."
"From time to time the earth would shake again. I was continually scared. I was the only member of the Church nearby, and I felt like I was alone. People from other religions were making a lot of noise and were screaming. I found myself in silence because the Spirit told me exactly what to do. I knew it was not the end of the world.



"I prayed, 'Give me strength so that I can hold on.' I found the strength to help a few people who were injured. I found a lot of people who were in shock. The next day I met a brother from the church who came to my house to see if I was OK. He told me I needed to come to the church that all of the members were meeting there. That gave me strength.
We asked her what the future holds for her without money or a house or a school. She said she is determined to find a way to finish her nursing, but for now, she lives at the church and she's scared to go back to her house. Maybe she will make cookies to sell.

Erick Goimbert

Erick had just picked his son up from school and gone home when the house started hurling back and forth with roaring, pounding, confusing noises. A dresser hit the wall and whipped around and hit him in the eye. Then pieces of the roof began crashing down, and he ran into the other room to get his son.



They didn't try to get out, as it was hard to stand, impossible to walk. They just started praying. He did not know it was an earthquake as he had never experienced anything so overwhelming before.
When they finally made their lurching way out of the house, he saw that all the houses around him were completely destroyed and his neighbors had been killed.



Now, he and his family are sleeping wherever they can find a spot at night, mostly in the road by their house. He'd like to come and sleep at the church, but his home is too far away.
He has no tent, but sleeps under some corrugated tin cover. Every morning he doesn't know where to get food. He just waits day to day for help. Like most Haitians, he doesn't have a job, and his wife just sells things in the street.
Among his slim possessions are a few Tylenol pills for when his back, hit by the dresser in the quake, hurts too much.



He says with some good cheer, "Everybody is praying. There is definitely a feeling of unity and my testimony has been strengthened. You drive through my neighbourhood and mine was the only house that is not completely destroyed.
What for the future? He sees no possibilities to rebuild a house. He has no money and can't see where he could possibly get any.

Polycarpe Macking

The day of the earthquake, two of his children had just come home from school and were watching television. He was out in the front yard feeding the chickens, their main source of livelihood.



About 4:45, he started to feel the shaking movement. Immediately his children ran outside as the roaring, pitching earth got worse. As soon as they ran outside, the house collapsed.
They knelt down and, crying, said a prayer for his wife and other daughter, asking that they would be safe. They found her quickly for which he was grateful.



Now, he doesn't know what he's going to do. "God must have a plan for me," he said, "and I'm just going to have to see what it is."



The scriptures are his life and he loves to read.
A vibrant young man, he still hasn't had a job for seven years, and the few chickens they had were crushed or scattered in the earthquake. For now, they are sleeping in their yard. They have no money to rebuild.

Group Photograph



We couldn't help ourselves in wanting to show the amazing light and joy in the faces of the Haitian Saints here in the Croix-des-Missions Ward in Port-au-Prince.



The bishop announced in the meeting that we would all gather after their sacrament meeting (sacrament was last) and have a group picture of the ward. He said he wanted all the children and youth and everyone to come. Some of the investigators who were there on this day asked if they should be a part of this picture. We said, "Of course you are a part of this!"



We then told our translators to instruct them to do something we learned from then President David Bednar at BYU-Idaho. We told them to hold up their scriptures high and let us see them.



We saw every variety of scriptures, manuals and hymnbooks go up into the air.



Many of the children wanted to gather for their own group picture.
Their faces captured it all.
--
This is a glimpse of the members of the Croix-des-Missions ward after the earthquake. It's good they can sing "Happy day, all is well," because like the handcart pioneers of old they have nothing but God's help and the help of his children to see them through.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Pre-Clomid Jitters

So I know it's 2 am, but I can't sleep, so I figure I'll blog. I take my first Clomid pill today. I picked up the meds after my haircut yesterday, expecting to pay an arm and a leg for it, since most insurance doesn't cover it. I had to pick up some medication for recurrent UTI's (the joy of my life), but due to the fact that I am constantly buying Macrobid and Cipro, I already knew how much that was going to cost. When the pharmacist said 29 whatever, I thought that I had missed the "1" before the 29, so I had him repeat the price...twice! The Clomid cost me a grand total of 14.99! Needless to say, I was very happy, and the pharmacist laughed at my goofy squeal of excitement over the price.

With starting the Clomid today, I almost feel like we are deciding to get pregnant for the first time all over again. I guess I didn't think about it as much when I knew I wasn't ovulating. I figured it it happened, it happened. Now, I feel more pro-active in the decision again. Don't get me wrong, I am VERY excited and more than ready to move forward, I just found myself freaking out a little bit this week! Ben and I know that this is the right path for us to take at this time, but it can get a little intimidating when you really start to think about the responsibility, price tag, and eternal consequences/rewards of starting a family. Once you have a kid, you can't just take it back for a refund if you aren't ready. I had Ben give me a blessing, and I felt so much better. I can't even begin to explain how thankful I am that Ben is a worthy priesthood holder!

Oh, and just so no one freaks out, I won't tell whether I am pregnant or not until the end of the first trimester. My chance of miscarriage is so ridiculously high, I want to make sure we are in the clear before I go blabbing to the world that I am pregnant, and start the rumor mill going! The Clomid will most likely give me pregnancy-like symptoms which I will talk about, but please don't assume anything, because I really won't tell, and I'd rather not lie. As time goes on, I will post things like the baby names we have already decided on, or new ones that may replace them, pictures of baby stuff (and mommy stuff) that we are looking at, and what goes on during the doctors appointments. I figure it will be a good way to get frustrations off my chest, and hopefully get ideas and encouragement from other friends and moms.

Well, I am now officially blabbing, so I will stop typing now! Hahaha! Good night all, and let the adventure begin!

Jamie

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Attemping to start a new chapter in our lives, but the pages are sticking together!!



Okay, so I figure it's time to update on some stuff that's going on. First, a little bit of back story. A year ago, I was having some really bad abdominal and pelvic cramping. For all you ladies out there...imaging the cramping that goes on during your period, only worse, and ALL THE TIME! I was so miserable! I would go to work, throw up all morning, feel crappy the rest of the day, come home, sleep, wake up, and do it all again. Not one of my doctors could figure it out. This included an internal medicine provider, a gynecologist, and several urgent care providers. This went on for over a year, with the last, oh, about 4-5 months extra ridiculous, and I was going in weekly to see one doctor or another. Every time I went in, they asked if I was absolutely sure I wasn't pregnant. I swore up and down that I wasn't, but of course, they tested me every time...and I was right.

In January of 2009, I was finally sent in for a pelvic ultrasound. I am, of course, a total dork, and wanted the monitor to be placed so I could see it. Well, the first part of the ultrasound was okay, but the second part got interesting. As soon as I saw the top of my uterus, I recognized the very obvious septum glaring back at me from the monitor (A septum is wall that basically splits my uterus into two parts. It's not complete, but it goes down far enough to cause problems). My jaw just dropped. I could tell the tech felt bad, but couldn't say anything, because techs can't read ultrasounds...legally. When my OB/GYN found out that I had a septum, he was totally unwilling to believe that it would cause my pain. A call that was later thrown down the toilet during a second opinion with a specialist 4 months later (Since I didn't start having the pelvic cramps until I started birth control, the added hormones caused the uterus to spasm). My doctor basically told me that the pain was all in my head, and if I just didn't think about it, it would go away....PSH! Yeah, right!

So nothing was being done at that point in time to find out what was "really" going on, with the exception of medication. When I say medication, I mean a LOT of medication! I took a handful of pills in the morning so I could make it through until lunch, another handful at lunch, and one before I went to bed. I was eating one meal a day because I couldn't keep anything down, and I was getting really depressed. Finally, at an appointment with my Rheumatologist (of all doctors), he figured out I was having an allergic reaction to two different medications; my birth control, and one of my RA meds...the only RA med, besides steroids, that is safe to use during pregnancy...great. I had already been off birth control for a month, and the pelvic cramps had gone away, but the abdominal cramps were still there. Once off the Plaquenil, my abdominal cramps slowly started going away as the medication got out of my body. Because I had been on both medications previously...no one suspected that I would have a delayed allergy to the drugs. However, I had a major RA attack in July after the RA med was completely out of my system....I know, my health is pathetic.

After we went off the birth control in March, and talked to the specialist in Wenatchee in April, we decided to go ahead and start trying to get pregnant, since we didn't know if the septum was bad enough to cause miscarriages. The only trouble was, I wasn't ovulating. I had a period after getting off BC in March, but that was the last one. Now, I've never had regular periods, but I would get them every 3-6 months, depending on how actively I was working out. Come August I was starting to get concerned that I hadn't had a period, so I went in and talked to my OB/GYN in Moses. He asked if I was sure I even knew how to get pregnant...and I worked for the guy! I am as serious as a heart attack! I convinced him to test my LH and FSH levels (pregnancy hormones), and to put me on a med called Provera. Provera is a 7 or 10 day course that causes you to have a kind of "false period", because there is bleeding, but no ovulation. Nothing happened...I didn't bleed. When I called back, he said that everything was normal, but if I didn't bleed and wanted a period, I should go back on birth control. He thought that I was ovulating, and was lying about the periods...or lack of. Needless to say, I am no longer seeing this physician!!!

So now, 5 months later, we are to the present. I went back to the specialist in Wenatchee for my yearly, and told him that I still wasn't pregnant. After doing some testing, he determined that I wasn't ovulating...big shocker, right? So he put me on another dose of Provera, and this time I did bleed. So I had another appointment with him yesterday to make sure that my ovaries aren't enlarged from the hormones so he could start me on Clomid. Everything checked out, so I start the Clomid on Friday, day 5 of my cycle. I take the Clomid for 5 days, and all the while taking my basal temp to check for ovulation...then we hope for the best.

The sad thing is...all this drama is happening BEFORE I am pregnant. I haven't even gotten into all the problems I could face once I DO get pregnant from the septum itself. Granted, the lack of ovulation is quite possibly due to the septum and other uterine/fallopian tube/ovarian deformities I might have, but the scary part is yet to come. Ben and I are already preparing ourselves for a C-section and pre-term delivery, but praying for a healthy baby and safe pregnancy.

Well, this is probably not what you were expecting to read when you hopped on here, but this is our life at the moment. I will try to keep updated on here as we go through the new experiences involved with actively trying to get pregnant...don't worry, I will stay G rated, with a bit of PG for blood and very, very slight sexual innuendos. For example, I may say that "my basal temperature is up, so it's baby making time"...you know what I mean, but that's all I will say! Hahaha. Wish us luck!!

Ben and Jamie