As we celebrate the birth of Christ and His love for us, Waves of Mercy also celebrates the birth of God’s special creations. This little baby I am holding is a miracle as all children are. Jefeth is missing an eye and one of his ears did not form correctly. His mother Angie thinks he is the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world and so do we.
New Beginnings are exciting but they are also challenging. The land has been surveyed and we will soon have everything finalized. We have prayed over this land, walked around the land 7 times, and know this is God’s new beginning for us. The challenge is in raising the money for the projects. Time is tough and everyone seems to be struggling financially– everyone but God! He uses His people to help other people. Our church is maxed out. There is no room in the Inn! I love the Lord with all my heart. I love the Haitian people with all my heart. I want them to be in Heaven. So our cause is right in sharing the Gospel. Can you help us? We need $35,000 to finish paying for the property and to buy some of the supplies we need to begin building. The Lord says to ask, seek, and knock.
This is the least fun part about my job. I hate asking and yet I have to do it if we are going to meet the challenge of this coming year with a new church building, nutritional center, school, and housing for street boys. The building we have can no longer contain it all.
Memories are made not only at Christmas but throughout the year. This little baby of Angie’s hopes to receive an eye from one of the surgery teams. Miracles for this newborn and miracles for Twa Riveya only can happen because we serve the God who sent His son in a lowly manger so we might have life.
Diana and Larry
PS: Someone hacked into our email and we have lost a lot of email addresses. If you would please write us at email@example.com, we will keep you updated on this exciting time in ministry.
Please make a note that we have a new email address: firstname.lastname@example.org Unfortunately, our old address which we have had since the beginning of email was hacked. It’s like losing an old friend!!! We have had that address for more than 20 years and no problems. If you received an email asking for money to get Diana out of Scotland… she’s been loving Jesus in Haiti. The email you received was a fraud.
Please know we will never send you an email asking you to send money to a separate location or directly to a bank account. You can always verify information through our daughter, Lori, at email@example.com if you receive information that seems a little odd.
Thank you for your patience as we straighten this up. — Diana and Larry
This has been a busy week at Waves of Mercy. We have hosted a men’s seminar as well as VBS programs. Larry is walking the streets and visiting the people. We have had the birth of a beautiful little baby as well as experienced the death of a young Momma. God is definitely doing major things here. We are constantly reminded how important it is to keep at it. Being a missionary in Haiti is an up at dawn siege but God is faithful. If you would like to help, please remember us in your prayers. Our expenses this year have gone up an extra $2000 per month. We don’t know where the money is coming from but God does… If you would like to be an agent for the Lord, please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. God bless you for remembering the work and the loving Haitian people we are able to serve.
Click on this link to read up on all the exciting things happening in Haiti. Diana just returned from a short trip. Larry has been recovering in the States and is preaching and teaching to everyone he comes in contact with– you can’t keep a preacher man down!
It has been five days since I fell and fractured my right arm. I tripped over a fan cord around midnight. I knew right off I was in trouble. One arm went straight and the other arm went straight then twisted. I was crying, “I broke my arm, I broke my arm.” Larry, of course, heard me fall as it sounded like an elephant had hit the floor. I look up and he is holding on to his heart. I said, “Don’t you dare have a heart attack– you have to help me.” Well bless his heart, he could not get me up. I crawled to the bed and then lifted myself up. He went over to get Dr. Joseph. It hurt so badly!! Dr. Joseph checked me out. He didn’t think it was broken but told me to go see the doctor at the hospital and get x rays. I suffered most of the night and the only thing kept coming to my mind as I cried out to Jesus was “those poor Haitian people in the earthquake riding the bus up here with broken arms and legs.” Worse yet, many of them died on the buses in such pain.
The next day I went to a doctor, then to the Haitian hospital to get x-rays and then back to the doctor. He said it was a fracture and nothing had broken off and gave me pain meds and an arm sling.
I have been so blessed by all of your prayers and believe me they worked! The church committee came up and sang and prayed over me. The street boys all came with hugs and tears as they did not like their Momma hurting. People came from St Louie as soon as they heard. So many visitors– I cherished each moment.
The one thing they do here is make you try their remedies. I had about four different kinds of teas made with leaves. Victor’s tea tasted like a dirty sock. He said it was to make my bones strong. Mr. Daniels tea was somewhat better and it was to make my muscles strong. Then Satilla just brought me leaves to rub on my arms with warm water. The last time I drank Presendieu’s tea I slept for three days so I refused to try that again!
What I am trying to say is the outpouring of love was incredible. Poor Larry he has never seen me in such pain (never went in the labor room you know). He has cried so pitiful. But I’m here to say “these two old birds have gone yet through another crisis and we could not have made it without you!”
I have to get well really soon because Larry is cooking supper, a can of beanie weenies and a can of beef stew mixed together topped off with hot sauce! I guess it is called the weenie stew!!
Hi Folks, here’s the latest news from Momma! You can also friend her on facebook to keep in the know… just click on Diana Owen.
Today was another adventure. I think in 3 days the nurses saw over 600 patients. The little boy that was crying last night because his momma and daddy had died is now living in our mission house thanks to Val! He came back to get his foot cleaned and we found out that his grandmother told him she no longer could feed him he had to leave and find his own food!!
Another thing happened this morning. It is another God bump when you see His Hand in the situation. Eight little kids were standing at our front gate this morning. It started raining harder and harder so we stood under a porch area waiting for the rain to stop. These kids were still standing in the pouring rain just smiling at us. So one of the nurses went and got the Auburn Festival Shirts. Then Tre and the other guys went and got peanut butter. I know the Garrett folks have pictures of them with their dry shirts on holding up their peanut butter. Would you believe it stopped raining for awhile after that. I think God stopped us from going in the truck so we could help these children!
A dear friend of mine walked 11 miles to see me. He came from St. Louis du Nord walking in the hot sun just to see me! What devotion! He said “I could not wait any longer. I could not find money for a taptap but I had to come.” So he began his journey. I asked him had he eaten, of course the answer was no. As he sat down at the table weary and worn, we fed him a big peanut butter sandwich with a cup of Presendieu’s finest coffee.
Now when he is about to leave what do you know? You know you love each other deeply. You know he’s going to walk back 11 miles. You know he has no food and his family has not eaten yet. He asks for nothing and expects nothing. His Spirit is lifted because old friends are reunited! So I say “WAIT”! Before he left he had taptap money and a bag of canned goods.
Today I walked down to three Rivers. The desolate and broken street people, the ones that most people would call untouchables live there. This is the area most people want to quickly pass through or at least put on medical gloves. But here I stood so loved by these people. These people were given to me by God. I felt like General Douglas McArthur returning to the Philippines.
The people saw me and came running. They wanted to touch me. They thought I would never return. They saw the miracle of my heart. There I stood with outstretched arms. So loved! They asked for nothing, they expected nothing and I had nothing! There we were just basking in each other’s love. I understand Jesus’ love for the poor and broken. I experience that love often.
My cupboard is bare. My funds are so low. I am careful trying to making sure I have enough funds to just keep going next month. What’s going on? The things I have shared with you are everyday experiences. I am so very much loved and I have so little to give in return. My cup is full and running over even if our cupboards are bare.
It has been a very emotional return to Haiti – to be home in a land that seemed so far away. I have been away for 7 months. The longest time in 20 years. Old friends and new faces. To the Haitian I am a walking miracle. I never tire showing my surgery scar and telling them: “Yo koupe la” – “cut here”, “Leve la” – “lift here”, “Travay nan ke”—“no work”.
I told my Haitian family that when the doctors saw my heart they said, “Oh! His Heart is Haitian.” Everyone shakes their head and smiles real big. Some clap their hands. I never tell them different because I know it’s true even if the doctors never said it. My Haitian family knows that too.
Now my heart is so over whelmed and it breaks so much easier after the surgery. So I have something to ask you, “HELP!! Help me work with God!”
You see my heart is right and I do good things and you do that too. We call that ministry–good people doing good things for God.
But then, there are special times when we are working in concert with God. (Miraculously) For example, I’m walking down the path and I see a woman approaching with a basket on her head. She is headed to the river to wash her clothes. She has five children following behind her. As we are about to pass I’m nudged by God to reach in my pocket and give her twenty dollars. In a split second we pass and I barely have time to reach out and give her a high five, passing the money at the same time. We both keep going. As soon as she passes out of site, I hear the woman’s heart burst forth in a song of praise. We never meet again.
I don’t know what her special need was but God used me as His special messenger. It has happened to me many times and I know it has happened to you also.
This month has hit us like a ton of bricks and I am overwhelmed. I feel like that woman and I’m wondering in a split second if God is sending you? If He is giving me a High Five and He is using you as a song of Deliverance?
October 2011 update