Little Boy…Big Dreams

We did a lot of walking this summer.  I looked for any way to “get my steps in.”  Usually Reagan went with me.  He’s always up for an adventure.  One day we set out earlier than usual because it was getting to be so hot so early.
I’m talking hotter than the hinges of hell,
hotter than love,
hotter than your mom…t
he rubber on your shoes melting to the pavement hot,
surface of the sun hot.
Yeah.
It got hot.

So naturally, we walk to the bank!
#whynot
On our way home we stop at the community water fountain where Reagan commences to fill up his water bottle.  He takes a big swig and with a mouth full of water he whips his head around with a look on his face like I just told him I wasn’t his mother….
He spit it out and said, “This water is terrible.”
This got us talking about city water and filtration systems and wastewater treatment plants and naturally…poop.
Then this got us talking about other countries and how they don’t have fresh, clean water.  How they typically bathe, launder, and defecate in the same water they drink from.
He immediately wanted to know what countries this happened in.
I told him in Africa, and India and Haiti.
He stopped dead on the sidewalk.
“Haiti?  As in,  where Stanley and Marie live?”
(Stanley and Marie are the two darlings we sponsor from Haiti.  They are beautiful brown faced extensions of Teambanks thousands of miles away in Haiti.)

Reagan was quiet the rest of the way home.
I thought he was getting too hot.
I should have known better than that.

Later that day Jason comes in and Reagan asks him if he knew that Stanley and Marie drank poop water.  Again, Jason gives me the look I’d seen earlier on Reagan that said, “What do you mean you’re not my mother?”  I had to explain our walk and water conversation and quickly correct Reagan’s train of thought.  They in fact do not drink poop water….but a lot of Haitians do.

A couple of weeks later he came home with a picture of us pulling buckets out of the ground and throwing bottles of water to Haitians and Africans.
Apparently we have good arms and even better aim!
For days he comes up with plans and questions and strategies for how we are going to get clean water to those who don’t have it to drink.

And thus…
hands2haiti

was born.
Here’s the promo video we shared with our awesome church family on Sunday.

This is so exciting and so terrifying to me all in one fell swoop.
What if no one gives? 
What if we don’t raise enough money? 
What if it takes too long?

Reagan isn’t the least bit worried.  He’s ready to get on a plane to Port au Prince and take this on.
Being in contact with our mission, IMO and John Hanson has allowed the possibility that this CAN happen.
It happens there ALL THE TIME.  The absolutely mind blowing physical, spiritual and financial miracles that John and Joyce Hanson have seen in their 40 years of service to the Haitian people is un-be-lievable.
And while Teambanks has NEVER raised $8000 for a mission, who’s to say our 8 year old son can’t be the first?

And frankly, it’s not about us anyway.
It’s about being the hands and feet of Jesus to His children.
Children who will die from preventable water born diseases.
Children who are dying from preventable water born diseases.
It’s detestable.

I am so excited for this dream God has given this boy of mine.  It’s been my prayer since Reagan’s personality started to develop, that God would channel his energy and gusto and “wired 440,” grab life by the horns and LET’S DO THIS attitude into something that would absolutely shake a culture.
To be dangerous for the Kingdom.

We’d LOVE for you to be a part of this.
Like I said, we need $8000 for this to happen.
You can give at www.gofundme.com/hands2haiti or mailed to 108 Hillcrest Court Russell KY 41169

Questions can be emailed to hands2haiti@gmail.com
Prayers are coveted too.  He wants this to be done yesterday.
He’s a go-getter I tell ya.  🙂

To God be the glory!

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