Five years of loving Handy Oge
Five years ago this morning, I climbed into a pickup truck, headed to Port au Prince, completely unaware that day would completely alter my life - and the lives of so many others.
On July 17, 2013, I met Handy Oge for the first time. I held him in my arms, not knowing if I would ever see his precious little baby face again. And I loved him. Oh, how I loved him.
And God, in His providence, did bring our paths back together in the months ahead . . . and now we are walking the same path. Together.
There are some stories that can not be told with words.