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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-47504751963930794332017-12-31T17:10:00.000-08:002017-12-31T17:10:31.998-08:00the best of 2017<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my top memories from 2017 was the birth of Douvens. Oh how this little one has rocked my world and yet I wouldn't want to change a thing because he really has brought so much laughter and sweet moments into our family!</td></tr>
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In what seems like a blink of an eye 2017 has come to a close. This year has been filled with so many ups and downs and yet as I look back I can't help but be thankful for all that He has blessed us with. I am thankful to live in a community that loves and supports me and one that has shown me what it truly means to live a life of faith. I hope that you enjoy looking through some of my favorite moments from 2017. Wishing you a wonderful New Year! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Douvens first Sunday to go to church! This was a morning where the women<br />
of the church truly loved and supported me in a way that only the Lord could orchestrate.<br />
So thankful for a community of people who have loved my little family over the last year. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little one in each arm is the best way to live life!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The shocked look on Douvens face is pretty much priceless because this little one <br />
had no clue what family he was being "blessed" with! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's pretty much been a year long challenge to see just how many people we can cram into<br />
our friends car! My kids LOVE Adam's crazy driving and getting to go on all sorts of adventures!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a snapshot of what life is like swimming with my crew!<br />
The pool is for sure one of our favorite places to go and the kids have become fish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2017 was a year of watching this little ones cheeks grow--Douvens has captured all our hearts!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many of our "roles" and just life in general changed in 2017 and yet I'm thankful that<br />
these are my people and that even when it doesn't make a lot of sense- I get to call them mine. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This has been a year of starting new traditions and I know that having an Easter egg <br />
hunt was one of the kids favorites--especially when they found out one of the eggs had<br />
some money in it! Love the community we get to do life with!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I pray my space will continue to be- constantly filled with kiddos. A<br />
place where we play games and scream and yell because well everyone seems to be a tad bit <br />
competitive. A placed where the counter is filled with cups and the sink is always filled with dishes. <br />
Because even in the midst of the chaos--this is what the best of moments are made of. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I promise you I have more than one chair in my house...it just wouldn't be nearly<br />
as much fun if we didn't all sit together!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I do a whole lot of walking on this road with my kiddos. We talk about <br />
everything from math facts to some really hard stuff. I'm thankful for this space <br />
to process and hear from the hearts of my littles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Over the course of this year Saina went from being a little baby to a girl! She has<br />
so much spunk and personality and LOVES all the new little babies!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We spend so many hours around this little table playing games, eating, and just<br />
having fun. So thankful for my crew!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture pretty much sums up so much of life. On this day I tried to slip into the village<br />
without the kiddos seeing me. I wanted to visit a new mom and have a chance to talk with her about<br />
hew new twin baby girls. It wasn't but a few minutes when I turned around and noticed this behind me--<br />
oh how I love each and everyone of them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love that visiting friends in other villages nearby is a favorite of all my kiddos.<br />
These long walks give lots of time for all sorts of silliness on the road.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I consider myself completely blessed because I get to do life with each of these women.<br />
These women have a faith that is lived out in both words and actions. They inspire<br />
me and they encourage and love me in big ways. I'm so thankful the<br />
Lord has placed each of them in my life. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Douvens is a complete water baby! He napped like this for a long time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OguDHLihfyK10pjgmdzZnL5osl74L9V1Llz7FLRMt5HpTaza2PeCi3h0eCb4wqRkcfIsKtBmw067148DcGoTr1d1mWuJNf1PYwxr9gyAfkNqhqaMuq8C4COO4TGnXnOAj5iIm-aOq_A/s1600/IMG_9155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OguDHLihfyK10pjgmdzZnL5osl74L9V1Llz7FLRMt5HpTaza2PeCi3h0eCb4wqRkcfIsKtBmw067148DcGoTr1d1mWuJNf1PYwxr9gyAfkNqhqaMuq8C4COO4TGnXnOAj5iIm-aOq_A/s320/IMG_9155.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saina, Mirlande, and Mirolta are three of the cutest little girls ever. <br />
Love that I get to hug and kiss them everyday. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the more "us" Thanksgiving picture! I just wanted to get a cute picture with the kiddos before <br />
leaving for the Thanksgiving meal we were having with several other families...and this is what happened.<br />
Oh so thankful that this life is for sure not dull or boring!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Afternoons in the village are my favorite- and this pretty much sums up what life is like most days. <br />
There is always a fight over who sits where on my lap and everyone has a story to tell. These kiddos <br />
are growing up SO fast and I feel so blessed to get to be here with them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thankful that I got to do 2017 with these two- so much change and transition has happened and yet this girl hasn't stopped fighting or working hard towards everything in front of her. Oh so proud of her!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All dressed up for the Christmas party! I have SO many more pictures that are more "perfect" with the <br />
kiddos actually looking at the camera and yet this one pretty sums up what life is like with this gang!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a moment I want to freeze- a moment where all my kiddos were decorating the house <br />
and life just seemed so perfect. These little traditions have been something we all look forward to!</td></tr>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-9078977771143467812017-12-23T18:12:00.000-08:002017-12-23T18:12:30.101-08:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is something extra special about celebrating the Christmas season with kids. This year has been so much fun because the children were SO excited for December to get here so they could start decorating. A few extra kiddos joined in on the decorating and it was pretty precious just sitting back and watching as they all helped each other get the house looking absolutely beautiful (and completely tacky!). I've tried to make it a tradition to add new decorations to the bin each year and this year one of the new items was stockings. My kiddos instantly put them on their feet which had me in tears laughing as they pranced around the living room stringing lights and decorating the tree. I finally told them that the stockings weren't really meant to be worn on their feet but rather that they are typically hung up in your home and treats are placed in them. They instantly wanted to know where the treats were and I realized that I hadn't quite planned everything out as much as I should have. They keep me on my toes that is for sure! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing sweeter than little ones around the tree!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the window got decorated and looked quite fancy!</td></tr>
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Another highlight in December is the school Christmas party. This is an event that the children literally count down for and get SO excited for! The Christmas party is an event where the children have the opportunity to get all dressed up and each class performs a song/dance/skit in front of everyone. There is always a lot of music and of course dancing too! The children are also fed a big meal and each child receives a present. One of the preschool classes got whistles which I'm pretty sure the children didn't stop blowing from the moment they received them--their teachers had so much more patience than me--haha! This day is one that the children know is all about them. It's one where they are free to simply have fun and oh does it make my heart so happy just to watch them! <br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Watching the children remember and get excited about our little traditions was something that made this season extra special and fun. Reading through the Christmas story and hearing their questions and thoughts was something that filled my heart in ways that only He can. I love getting to celebrate with my kiddos and this year has been one that I know we will each remember. I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas and I pray that this is a season where you feel His presence. </span></div>
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Six years ago today I boarded a plane to live and serve in Haiti for what I thought was going to be one year. Little did I know that this place would become my home. The people my family. And the community a place that has captured my heart. I feel extra thankful and blessed to have been given the opportunity to live this life and to watch as the Lord works in the lives of those around me. Each year has been filled with lots of laughter, tears, and hard/sweet moments and yet looking back I wouldn't change it for anything. <br />
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I don't know exactly when it happened. And I don't know if my heart was or would have ever been ready for the sweet moment of realizing one of my littles is not so little anymore. Saturday mornings are always some of my favorites with my kiddos. On this particular day I remember forcing myself to get out of bed. It was one of those mornings that I really wanted to hide under the covers and shut out the world, butI had promised the kids that I would be in the village that morning and keeping my word is something that is so important to them. So on this morning I forced myself to walk to the village all the while telling myself that I would just make it a quick visit. Run down and say some "good mornings" and then head back home.<br />
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When I arrived in the village I was greeted (or practically barreled over..) by the kiddos who were pretty excited for a morning that was free to play and explore. Rose quickly informed me that she wouldn't be ready to leave right away (there went my quick visit plans) because she was going to cook some rice. I had to hold in the laughter because the idea of Rose (7yrs old) cooking rice was just too much. I don't remember if the kids pushed me down to a spot on the ground to sit or if I just gave in to the reality of "this will be awhile", but sitting down was one of the best decisions I made. As I sat there I watched as my "baby" girl moved in and out of the kitchen space. The other girls jumped in to help and before long one was off gathering water, another sticks and charcoal for the fire (because why wouldn't they use real fire to play with!), and one was sent to get oil and salt from one of the older women. I laughed because I knew there was NO way these little girls were going to get a portion of the oil and salt and yet they did. I was in constant shock as I watched the girls cooking. They fanned the coals just like the older women do and they mashed the garlic and onions like every other woman I know does. When I squinted my eyes really tightly it was like the Lord was giving me a glimpse into these sweet girls lives ten or fifteen years from now. My little girls were no longer little and instead I saw little women sitting in front of me. </div>
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The amount of rice made was no more than two cooked cups but you would have thought it was an entire pot full. Spoon fulls of rice got dished out to every one who helped and even the littler kids got a portion. I even got my fair portion of the rice and was super surprised at just how good it was:) I secretly wished I had paid more attention to everything they were putting in that pot because it was that good. </div>
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This sweet morning in the village reminded me just how much my kiddos are really watching everything around them. They are growing up and these moments I have with them are going much too quickly. I'm so thankful that they pulled me into staying longer than I had planned and that in watching them play I felt the Lord really impressing on my heart just how special and unique each of them are. And how these moments I have with them are so much more than what they sometimes seem like in the day to day. </div>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-21293149365656558632017-04-18T09:02:00.002-07:002017-04-18T09:02:53.484-07:00Happy Easter!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the middle of a season that just feels extra hard I'm thankful that there is the hope that comes with Easter morning. As I read through my devotions during this season of lent I was consistently reminded of how God used (to me) seemingly impossible situations to bring about redemption. He took things that were beyond broken and put them back together. Yes, it's easy for me to get overwhelmed at the injustice in front of me and at how I hate watching the hearts of my kiddos get pulled in different directions. And yet, this day reminds me to <i>hold on tightly</i> to the Hope that only He can bring. It reminds me that in Him all things are made new. I'm thankful that this Easter Sunday was one spent with my kiddos and the other missionary families on campus. I'm also thankful that I was able to talk to my family back home and that I got to see lots of pictures of my nieces and nephew looking all cute as they hunted eggs too. Sweet new traditions were started this year and so many fun memories were made! </div>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-84972475062651252362016-12-31T12:39:00.002-08:002016-12-31T12:46:33.906-08:00the best of 2016!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
And just like that it's time to wish in another year! I hope you enjoy looking back at some of my favorite pictures and memories from 2016. Thank you for joining with me on this journey. So many of you support me financially, in prayer, and follow my blog/facebook/instagram etc. I feel blessed to have been given the opportunity to live this life in Haiti and I can't thank you enough for helping make it all possible. Wishing you a wonderful New Year! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My lap seemed to get a lot smaller this year- WOW the kids are growing! I'm constantly amazed at how the Lord gives me the ability to love just one more even when I feel like my plate is already full. And I'm also thankful that life is never dull with this crew=)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture isn't one that is fancy or extra pretty. It's what it symbolizes to me that really matters. There were so many moments where I spent time counting containers of formula and calculating just how many cans per kid I would need based on what I had. There were moments when I knew that the amount on the shelf wasn't enough and yet there wasn't one single day that there wasn't a can of formula on that shelf. There wasn't a baby that had to be turned away from the program because I didn't have the supplies needed. And for that I am 100% thankful and amazed at just how much the Lord uses His people to join together and really make things happen. Teams would come to campus with a suitcase of formula not knowing that I was stressing over running low- this year I watched as the Lord provided absolutely everything we needed in the malnutrition program. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This year we made SO many new friends. I won't even try to list everyone by name because it would be impossible but I can't thank each of you enough for loving and pouring into my kiddos. Moments that might have seemed silly or just little are still talked about in my home. My kids ask about you by name and they talk about how you played games with them and how some of you carried them absolutely everywhere we went. They laugh at the funny things you told them in Creole and tease about who was dating who (because why wouldn't 5year olds be the biggest match makers?!). My kiddos and my home were blessed with so many people that intentionally loved us and spoiled us. My kids now know what grapes are and they love them! And board games are a new favorite too. Feeling extra loved and blessed because you chose to join with us in this crazy walk through life=)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know you are the fifth child in your family when you clutch your mango tightly even while napping. Oh this sweet girl has my heart and I love nothing more than spoiling her rotten=)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you asked my kids to pick a 2016 highlight I'm pretty sure it would be that we got invited to swim in a friend's pool and then we got our own pool! My kids learned to "swim" and do so many amazing tricks in this little pool. We are pretty blessed to have an amazing community of friends that loves us and spoils us too=)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This sweet girl lost TWO teeth this year and I feel like we have been waiting yearrrrsss (literally..) for her to lose these teeth so naturally it is a favorite memory of 2016=)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This year I was reminded at just how important it is to have traditions in my home. To create a space where memories can be made and where the kids have something fun to look forward to. Yes, the moments never really turn out like I see others post on Instagram and yet I feel like our chaotic/messy/overwhelming and yet totally perfect way of doing things really is all the better. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture is one that I don't know if I'll have have all the right words for. This was taken the morning hurricane Mathieu was set to cross right over Haiti. I can't tell you just how many Facebook messages, emails, and texts I received from SO many of you. To know that there was an army of people praying for Haiti and for all my little friends was beyond comforting. Watching as the Lord worked a complete miracle in redirecting the storm and leaving us with just rain was a complete answer to prayer. It was also a neat experience watching as the NVM community in the States joined with our NVM Haitian staff and community in providing relief to areas that were completely devastated. Even the children in the school joined in with helping to prepare relief kits. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture represents just how loved I felt the moment I watched the children in the malnutrition program run and play with toys that were gathered and sent to us for the new nutrition space. Collecting money for formula and plump nut is a lot of work and SO appreciated- and yet there is a community of people that took the idea of blessing the children in our program to an entirely different level. I got to watch as the children in the program played, walked, and laughed. This sweet day is one I won't forget. </td></tr>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-28123156024230529002016-12-24T19:45:00.000-08:002016-12-24T19:45:13.721-08:00Christmas Party!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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The Christmas party is the day that the students look forward to ALL year long. It's this day that the children dream about because they know it's one filled with a fun program (skits, dancing, singing, etc), a BIG lunch (rice and beans, chicken, salad, plantains, and a bottle of juice), and we can't forget the best part- each student receives a gift. My kiddos spent the last few weeks planning out what outfits they would wear. And Davidson was concerned about if I had batteries--because somehow he just assumed his gift would need batteries:) It was ALL the talk of the school when the presents started to arrive the week of the party. I heard that one of the boxes had cars in it and another had toys for girls! These events always leave me an emotional mess because it makes my heart just burst at watching my kiddos get loved on in such an extravagant and fun way. At the end of the day my kiddos and I were playing with their new toys in my house when one of my sweet girls told me how her sponsor was the best because she picked out and sent her the best present ever. My other kiddos joined in too telling me just how much they loved their toys and food too. This years Christmas party will be one my little ones talk about for a long long time!</div>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-11290256072460200272016-12-22T16:24:00.001-08:002016-12-22T17:52:15.039-08:00my parent's came to Haiti!<div>
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My kiddos (and me too!) were counting down for weeks until my parents arrived and oh were they excited to finally meet them! In a lot of ways I have two very separate lives. One with my family and friends in Indiana and then another in Haiti. It's not very often that these two lives cross paths so when they do it's extra special. I was so excited for my parents to actually meet and get to know some of the people who are so dear to me. I was also excited for my Haitian family and friends to meet my parents. The days went much too quickly but I am so thankful that I was able to show my parents off a little and also show them a glimpse of what my life is like in Haiti. My kiddos all voted that they should come back SOON and are still talking about everything that they did with them=) </div>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-2982676482089472262016-12-10T09:23:00.001-08:002016-12-17T10:28:39.639-08:00malnutrition program space!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXH4DPKY3_kzsbmWSq_7lwSyMiFz-eytJoVfsTxQpPOI6qbCIQ2l76T1g4TLfE-jFnZpaZ4_L6SM42LP5r_FQj7CM-ovVMsCKMqBLoPyXs_3ggbgA-lvE_ikH3IzIrBxsAxDv8APuo7UI/s640/blogger-image--1687607397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXH4DPKY3_kzsbmWSq_7lwSyMiFz-eytJoVfsTxQpPOI6qbCIQ2l76T1g4TLfE-jFnZpaZ4_L6SM42LP5r_FQj7CM-ovVMsCKMqBLoPyXs_3ggbgA-lvE_ikH3IzIrBxsAxDv8APuo7UI/s640/blogger-image--1687607397.jpg"></a><br>The new space for the malnutrition program was officially dedicated over the summer but it took a few more months for the container to arrive with all the tables, chairs, toys, and other materials. It was SO fun setting this space up- dreaming of different ways to have the flow work for mommas and kiddos to come into the room. I wanted to create a room that has a specific medical purpose but is also comfortable for the children so they aren't nearly as afraid to explore and play. As I went through tub after tub of toys I realized just how many people have loved and given towards the program. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUVdY2yYqXMzGnOY-zhzT49nh_IR-Dnjx4P-paZf-Bd9N-jGS1A_6vbXgWzzg7PfTAmrajAzVL8rgktEDZ5fb-Eeo_9mGcK26RNIEAnD-BKmueiOxBSOH2A4PIUR5nmfcRsczqm62HqA/s640/blogger-image-44066532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUVdY2yYqXMzGnOY-zhzT49nh_IR-Dnjx4P-paZf-Bd9N-jGS1A_6vbXgWzzg7PfTAmrajAzVL8rgktEDZ5fb-Eeo_9mGcK26RNIEAnD-BKmueiOxBSOH2A4PIUR5nmfcRsczqm62HqA/s640/blogger-image-44066532.jpg"></a></div>Last Mondays appointment was held in the clinic portion of the health center and Wednesday's appointment was in the new malnutrition space. The difference in the environment between those two appointments was something I can barely put into words. On Wednesday I watched as kiddos climbed climbed off their momma's laps to play with the toys placed around the room. Some of the children were even a little selfish and didn't want the other kids to touch the toys they were playing with. The laughter from the momma's as they watched their children play was priceless. One little one even started to cry when her momma tried to pick her up to leave! I was able to assess the developmental status of the children in an entirely new and different way and wow was I impressed. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftJYNH9r8R1iZBH79LYmsvlgWGHFYkNlAfE1U_jfXKzeqBNpsztUXkZn1qWfrrKUCPTdcYB2nHKUQKJdF_SYOH0ouRC6kqL5_hZ43GTveV-PnOX_kXah4nJo2ItzbR3eL2lICYzl9B40/s640/blogger-image--806302590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftJYNH9r8R1iZBH79LYmsvlgWGHFYkNlAfE1U_jfXKzeqBNpsztUXkZn1qWfrrKUCPTdcYB2nHKUQKJdF_SYOH0ouRC6kqL5_hZ43GTveV-PnOX_kXah4nJo2ItzbR3eL2lICYzl9B40/s640/blogger-image--806302590.jpg"></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Watching the children play and explore in the new space has me so excited to see just what all is in store for the program in 2017. Thank you for joining with us in prayer and financial support throughout 2016--so many little ones are no longer "little" anymore and it has been such an honor to walk this road wi</span>th some amazing parents!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2D-q5gS1lAWrk4Iwn-zGfSK_Koc80tbtUiXERn5gjiPQYHj4tMx8Q4RxNup3WvtzME391GY3TFx-FVqAq4FARGP5vlkCupcVp5NRRV5oq82klViWfvep8DAtRgGETjJncJp1Z6FHGJI/s640/blogger-image-532800137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2D-q5gS1lAWrk4Iwn-zGfSK_Koc80tbtUiXERn5gjiPQYHj4tMx8Q4RxNup3WvtzME391GY3TFx-FVqAq4FARGP5vlkCupcVp5NRRV5oq82klViWfvep8DAtRgGETjJncJp1Z6FHGJI/s640/blogger-image-532800137.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCxOGMdizoySjfhRC68JQaubTR_4is2NpeXHQ1t63fW-YuxhP-fLEBhrcI-ISixceip43bl6cLItH5Z1h1ookjkht7JRS4Y7y7n41-EyBAeSigKzJ2dW4MDX7ClANOGWjz8vsjFPsQy4/s640/blogger-image-1502336784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCxOGMdizoySjfhRC68JQaubTR_4is2NpeXHQ1t63fW-YuxhP-fLEBhrcI-ISixceip43bl6cLItH5Z1h1ookjkht7JRS4Y7y7n41-EyBAeSigKzJ2dW4MDX7ClANOGWjz8vsjFPsQy4/s640/blogger-image-1502336784.jpg"></a>Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-16584319190793783472016-12-09T16:27:00.001-08:002016-12-10T10:33:01.174-08:00Christmas!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBg9GAP3h8sQAUT94r97LixQ-oHPKu93pwi3vyXbGsrpiv-jyc8uVP3Q9zNpPPFMzgRa6HVUOkY_e2tR_mcusadsmsYR4NGyonQj-gGR-NbqGe2KsvosXtJV1tNjQoeZVJ_nYvcW75xvY/s640/blogger-image--1158573438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBg9GAP3h8sQAUT94r97LixQ-oHPKu93pwi3vyXbGsrpiv-jyc8uVP3Q9zNpPPFMzgRa6HVUOkY_e2tR_mcusadsmsYR4NGyonQj-gGR-NbqGe2KsvosXtJV1tNjQoeZVJ_nYvcW75xvY/s640/blogger-image--1158573438.jpg"></a></div>So I won't lie--we decorated for Christmas way back in November and honestly it was the best decision ever. I decided that since Thanksgiving isn't a Haitian holiday there really was no reason to wait any longer! Oh if you could have heard the squeals that came from my kiddos when I surprised them by pulling out the Christmas decorations. We spent the entire morning making my house look so "bel" (literally translated beautiful but in reality the look is more tacky 😂). The kids took great pride in each job they were given and if you were to visit our house they would not only give you a tour and show you every single decoration but they would also tell you who put it there. Daniella's first thing she does everytime she walks through the door is run around and turn on all the lights. She told me she just knew that I would sleep SO sweetly with all the beautiful lights on. Last year was the first year for decorating the house and I felt leery about trying to start little traditions in my home. I'm so thankful that I stepped out and embraced the chola and crazy though and that we did it because this year they were literally just waiting until we got to do it all again. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFbIOxIvmJpWkzkSXReiPiKCVszbEf-mTSuykxZjLxn9cB59MnPKDnBToB8TPbckPtyKGlzYzSfkvP7sPxE-9oHQuk5jlo8ltDFoKObXKg-1oenAd5qgMFMO46GdvMPxvIv8XL-JpKUo/s640/blogger-image-1737851085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFbIOxIvmJpWkzkSXReiPiKCVszbEf-mTSuykxZjLxn9cB59MnPKDnBToB8TPbckPtyKGlzYzSfkvP7sPxE-9oHQuk5jlo8ltDFoKObXKg-1oenAd5qgMFMO46GdvMPxvIv8XL-JpKUo/s640/blogger-image-1737851085.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSVA3RbJ4OHSSNBTDhQXysFxn9aShqsKrAZWbFhdmMahjpW1dracBQShYRjmpgSI2cY0vGQMm90_f4EGQ5xdSFRf38GDvADzLayeHN0YWgyRhJBr_8QpZjQIcq82YKkk6w6_0H3WsGLY/s640/blogger-image--1639743495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSVA3RbJ4OHSSNBTDhQXysFxn9aShqsKrAZWbFhdmMahjpW1dracBQShYRjmpgSI2cY0vGQMm90_f4EGQ5xdSFRf38GDvADzLayeHN0YWgyRhJBr_8QpZjQIcq82YKkk6w6_0H3WsGLY/s640/blogger-image--1639743495.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzAdpZgI07W4d_f-cV65_LSEKrYZuoqbtzE0kAX6aDj5kWlTpViDv-YgjZVVVDxNUXBwhWyaLPPKovh5-Cnb3mxWGclDOxncF4gQfAG5w3Z0iOS_taHRQiSALRudCLb_XeMHKJJmjWhA/s640/blogger-image--1667812687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzAdpZgI07W4d_f-cV65_LSEKrYZuoqbtzE0kAX6aDj5kWlTpViDv-YgjZVVVDxNUXBwhWyaLPPKovh5-Cnb3mxWGclDOxncF4gQfAG5w3Z0iOS_taHRQiSALRudCLb_XeMHKJJmjWhA/s640/blogger-image--1667812687.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT31eiABM_35Sv5Llyg5kKwivh47K8IRUwfOlIl_UUeEzIjYyaRBKrlceVpFKn6X6QO32NoUUKXlTBzsPjO0XYzZDAc7KjOcKEb1gCERHlUJ4IUkEe8U52SPly3L5VmBlZCb-9zTs6JOg/s640/blogger-image-938811936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT31eiABM_35Sv5Llyg5kKwivh47K8IRUwfOlIl_UUeEzIjYyaRBKrlceVpFKn6X6QO32NoUUKXlTBzsPjO0XYzZDAc7KjOcKEb1gCERHlUJ4IUkEe8U52SPly3L5VmBlZCb-9zTs6JOg/s640/blogger-image-938811936.jpg"></a></div>Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-50652592571990046862016-11-24T07:29:00.001-08:002016-11-24T16:44:40.939-08:00give thanks<div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464546099292_24895"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBKYwDqVZvFyiOyz8BaeHq2pOVpzHg59M7uTUehrvTDYgT7PU16n5fC0oYwseaiRbrwPqJHjix1Q5xnaDP93Tb4eAgfCqmYID17z_sBuYsk2xh690YsutF5zf5HHQacUV9DKI4Q2T_VI/s640/blogger-image--774876166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBKYwDqVZvFyiOyz8BaeHq2pOVpzHg59M7uTUehrvTDYgT7PU16n5fC0oYwseaiRbrwPqJHjix1Q5xnaDP93Tb4eAgfCqmYID17z_sBuYsk2xh690YsutF5zf5HHQacUV9DKI4Q2T_VI/s640/blogger-image--774876166.jpg"></font></a></div></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>"I will praise the Lord at all times, I will constantly speak His praises"</i></font><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Psalm 34:1. </i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There is something extra special about the month of November. I love reading posts and blogs on what everyone is thankful for. In so many ways this season is one that truly causes me to reflect and look back on what the Lord is doing in my life and in the lives of those around me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">As I sat in the village this week my emotions were all over the place. While holding the chubbiest and sweetest little one I realized just how much of a blessing and answer to prayer her little life has been. I'm so thankful I have been given a spot to watch as her momma has learned to be an amazing mother and truly embrace this role in her life. I watched as my kiddos proudly sang a long list of songs that they have learned in school and I couldn't help but be thankful that even against a long list of obstacles these kids are learning so much. They are going to change this community and they give me so much hope. And over the last few weeks I have been challenged by the heart of my little man. When he prays he goes through a long list of things he is thankful for. That list includes everything from food and school to the names of every single person he knows. I'm so thankful that the Lord has used this little five year old to show me how to pray because while I have been caught up trying to figure out the heavy and just mess of these relationships- He is showing me that really I need to just pray and turn so much of that back over to Him. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This season of "thanks" has shown me so much of His heart and for that I am try thankful.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRw7F7OOMhsmsxCjzd1jWIchGyFbY6EbnSbf0vM-T_TTOLiJDmiUqgSZT9ZuyZ2pQEJGrBVNrO2wuTRusNSrSPrIr3vA0JMkmyLg63eTVyGHLCMtT_fYJ4WTmytz8LMxaMgKy4HKoarM/s640/blogger-image--799753693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRw7F7OOMhsmsxCjzd1jWIchGyFbY6EbnSbf0vM-T_TTOLiJDmiUqgSZT9ZuyZ2pQEJGrBVNrO2wuTRusNSrSPrIr3vA0JMkmyLg63eTVyGHLCMtT_fYJ4WTmytz8LMxaMgKy4HKoarM/s640/blogger-image--799753693.jpg"></a></div>Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-84842096013259124822016-11-08T05:35:00.000-08:002016-11-08T05:35:15.329-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know it has been forever (months really) since I've blogged. Life has been busy and in many ways hard to actually put down in words. I think this picture sort of sums up the last few weeks though. <br />
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It was taken one afternoon when I knew I needed to slip away and talk with one of my kiddos. And yet, in true form the other kids didn't quite feel it was the best idea for me to kick them out of the house and to not be with them for five minutes. <br />
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In a lot of ways I'm emotionally tired so I have wanted to just hide away and avoid so many conversations and questions. And yet, instead I'm trying to force myself to have the hard conversations and to keep moving forward even when it feels really heavy and broken. I'm also trying to find the joy that is right there in the middle of what to me only seems hard. <br />
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Learning to step aside from the chaos of the littles to listen and connect with the heart of one of my bigs is worth fighting for. Learning to step back and simply listen isn't something that comes natural to me. And yet, in this season I feel that He is showing me so much about what it truly means to extend grace and what it look likes to really join people on this walk through life. I have to keep reminding myself that this life is a walk and to take it just one sweet day at a time. Ok, maybe just one sweet moment at a time because wow somedays it really is just moment by moment. <br />
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As frustrating as it can be trying to get away from the littles for a few minutes, I'm thankful for the distractions of hands squeezing under the door and little eyes peeping through the cracks in the wall. My kiddos have a way of bringing so much laughter to even the hardest of moments and for that I'm thankful. The month of November (wow..where did 2016 go?!) always causes me to reflect back and look for things that I'm thankful for. Even though things don't always happen the way I feel like they should I am so thankful that He is still just as present and that He has given me so many glimpses of His heart in this season of life. Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-20367336465512102932016-09-01T19:12:00.001-07:002016-09-01T19:12:57.477-07:00five years!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today marks five years of living life in Haiti. In so many ways my first instincts are to think back to all the "hard" that first year of transitions held. To think back on how difficult it was to leave my family, friends, church, and just life in the States. During the first year I felt a lot of "losses" and yet now in this season of looking back I feel so blessed and thankful for all that I have gained. When I look at all my little kiddos running around like crazy and just being silly, I can't help but be thankful that I get to live this life with them. I don't take it for granted that I have been given a spot in their little lives. I also love that I get to partner with lots of different mommas who are working SO hard to care for their children. I love getting to cheer a mom on as she fights to help her child not only gain weight but reach developmental milestones in the malnutrition program. So many of these women have become dear friends to me and watching them live out their faith has impacted my own. I've also gained a community of people from the States that have chosen to rally around me in prayer and financial support. So many people have sacrificed in order to make this life possible for me and for that I will be forever thankful. Thank you for following along as I continue to live and serve in Haiti. I'm excited to see what the Lord has in store for this next year--I know that with my kiddos it for sure won't be dull or boring=)<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at all those sweet baby cheeks! How is it possible they are all 5 and 6yrs old now?!</td></tr>
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Our busy and more chaotic summer months are starting to quiet down and life is starting to fall back into what feels more normal. This summer was once again filled with lots of teams and interns. I'm always excited to see what the Lord does through team members when they come to serve with NVM. I know that the team has an impact in Haiti but I also know that so much of the greater impact typically happens once the team returns home. This summer a majority of our interns that came to serve with us had all been on teams before. The week long trips they had here impacted them enough to give up a summer of getting paid to work to volunteer with us in lots of different areas. I was blessed to have an amazing group of nursing interns serve with me in the clinic. These young women are not only going to be great nurses but I truly believe that each of them are going to radically change the world. They have hearts for the Lord and they served and loved absolutely every person and patient they met. Getting to serve with these young women is one of the highlights of my year. I love nothing more than watching them jump into a new culture and language. I also love watching them wrestle with their faith and process as they live life here in Haiti. They also have a special way of bringing a lot of energy and fun to the summer months. Watching these young women serve and work in the clinic this summer has given me so much hope in the next generation of nurses. So thankful that I was once again given the opportunity to simply live life with each of the interns and for the love and patience they showed with all of my kiddos! Life is for sure much quieter and not nearly as exciting without them all here!</div>
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-87171573880778699282016-05-29T12:51:00.000-07:002016-05-29T12:51:14.538-07:00bon fet manman!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is a holiday that has so many different "feels" for me. Today is the day that Haiti celebrates mother's day. It's no secret that life here is hard and that the level of injustice is overwhelming at times. At the mention of "Haiti" one quickly can come up with a list of things that this beautiful country struggles with or is in lack of. And yet, what most don't realize or give credit to is this band of women who literally have stood together for years upon years doing absolutely everything within their power to raise up the future generations of Haitian's. At first glance many of these women don't look like my own mother or in some ways raise their children the way I was raised. And yet, the longer I live here and sit in the homes of my dear friends the more I realize that there really is no difference. My mother did absolutely everything she could to make sure my siblings and I were cared for and loved. It looks different here but at the core these momma's are fighting against everything else to prepare meals for their children, to send their children to school, and to physically carry bucket after bucket of water to hand wash laundry and bathe children all day long. All of my kiddos have different stories but at the core they each have or had a mother. My relationship with each of these mothers is unique and different. </div>
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One of my sweet friends has this relationship with the Lord that is so present and real that it literally overflows into the way she loves and parents her children. Her life story is anything but easy and yet she is quick to hug her children and has a laugh that is contagious. Some of my kiddos are raised by their grandmother and I am constantly in awe at how well she loves them. This grandma raised a handful of her own children and is now raising several of her grandchildren. She isn't quick to get angry with her grandchildren and always gives them the bigger portions of whatever food is being prepared. Daily this grandma makes sacrifices in order to provide for her grandchildren. I am constantly in awe of another dear friend who I rarely see sit down unless she is washing clothes or breastfeeding the baby. This momma works day in and out in order to send all of her children to school. Just days before this momma delivered her last child she was still walking several miles with her donkey loaded with charcoal to sell in order to provide for her children. This mother isn't a mom that is all "hugs and kisses" and yet watching her do everything she can to make sure her children are cared for is humbling. This mother has given me a special spot in their lives and that is something that I will never take for granted. We have laughed and cried together and she has shown me that there is so much more to the story than what is seen at first glance. </div>
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I am so thankful that I have been surrounded by women who have not only taken the time to teach me about language and culture but that have also "parented" me by teaching me to hand wash my clothes and how much to pay for everything from fruits and vegetables to material for school uniforms. These women have given me a spot in their homes and in their children's lives and that is something I will be forever grateful for. I am so thankful to have been given the opportunity to learn from this generation of momma's that love in so many different ways. </div>
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I have no clue where the last few months have gone! And in reality I'm not quite sure how it's even 2016 let alone May! Oh how time flies! In this season of busy and long days I'm trying to remind myself to stay present. It's so easy for me to get wrapped up in my to-do list which really is never ending. All of my little friends are at such a fun stage right now. And so instead of doing all the things that I "should" be doing I'm trying to focus on soaking up these sweet moments we have right now. I'm trying to (or at least working at learning..) to embrace the hectic and crazy. I am so blessed to have been given this special spot in my little friends lives and I know in just a blink of an eye they are going to be much too cool for me=) <br />
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I'm always thankful that there are other people I live life with that welcome the chaos of my kiddos and let us do fun and crazy things with them! One of the other missionary families recently got a kid sized blow up pool and they invited my kiddos to come for a swim! I can't even tell you just how excited my kids were when they heard me say yes to the invitation=) I've literally never seen them finish their food and change clothes so quickly…I seriously had to tell them to wait on me before we could leave the house! Daniella and Rose were completely brave and jumped right into the pool. Davidson looked at it and instantly said he wasn't getting in there..but quickly changed his mind once he saw the fun the girls were having=) I have no great photos of Rose in the pool because that would have required her to sit still for more than one second and trust me she wasn't about to stop moving in this pool! I am also pretty sure she didn't stop squealing from pure excitement for the first 15 minutes! They loved getting to splash and jump in the pool and it wasn't until their lips wouldn't stop shivering that I could convince them to get out. They also couldn't stop talking about how that pool made their hands and feet all wrinkly=) I'm pretty sure this is going to be an event we talk about for a very long long time! </div>
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This has been a really sweet phase of life with all of my little friends. It seems like absolutely everyday they have me literally in tears over something they say or do. Life with a crazy and energetic filled group of kids is full and for sure leaves me tired at the end of the day! One of the things my kids love to do most right now is clean my house. Yes, you read that correctly, they literally beg to have me give each of them a wet wipe and then assign them to different areas of my house to clean. And oh boy if someone cleans someone else's area it isn't pretty=) They even have a song that they sing "cleaning, cleaning Brooke's house" as they rush around the house going through wet wipe after wet wipe. I figure it would be mean to force them to play with the other toys instead of cleaning so I give in and let them clean=) There was also a big soccer match on campus this week. The youth group aged kids love getting dressed up and having a social event to attend. My younger kids all claim to love soccer games too. I'm pretty sure they just come for the snacks that are sold at the event though and that they know they can con me into buying them whatever is being sold. Of course, they have spent all week cleaning my house so I guess it's only fair they get some popcorn and slushy's out of the deal=) Life with this group is never dull and yet there is something about the chaos that seems just perfect!<br />
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Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-75092401818940244712016-02-09T09:47:00.002-08:002016-02-09T09:47:24.907-08:00picture updates!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you see it?? Baby girl has a TOOTH! The kids made sure to warn me that she knows how to bite now too=) This sweet girl is growing up much too quickly! She crawls everywhere, waves goodbye, and is now able to go from sitting to standing all by herself! Oh and I promise she wasn't left alone with the jump rope--she is determined to do everything the big kids are!</div>
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The last few months have been filled with LOTS of growth and change for Fado! In October he weighed just 14.58 pounds at 2yrs and 3 months of age. He was unable to walk and had very little energy to play. Today he is up to 21.58 pounds and is literally thriving! He is now walking and is starting to talk more too! And just recently his momma took him to get his hair cut! he no looks SO grown up! It has been such a blessing watching this little guy go from being energy less to now walking everywhere and into absolutely everything!</div>
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The Target dollar aisle has helped to make doing homework just a little more fun! Rose has grown so much this school year and LOVES learning to write her letters and numbers! Love coming up with creative ways to make learning more fun for this sweet girl!</div>
Brooke Smalleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644656181926292112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517160164940276571.post-83439098176705666322016-01-31T19:20:00.000-08:002016-01-31T19:20:54.419-08:00doutchina<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doutchina (2yrs 11 months)<br /> Admit (top two pics) 10/14/15 @ 17.46#<br />11/17/15 (bottom two pics) @ 20.46#</td></tr>
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From the moment I Doutchina's mother I could tell that she was an amazing and strong woman. This mother loved her daughter but she needed someone to help her fight because her daughter had become very sick. Her mom tried to take her to the hospital multiple times but each and every time she was told there was no space for her daughter. She told me she kept hearing the Lord tell her to not loose hope or to become discouraged though. It was after being refused at the fourth hospital that this momma met another woman in a tap tap (form of a taxi/public transportation) who told her to come to our clinic in Chambrun.<br />
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Doutchina was placed in the malnutrition program at NVM and for the first two appointments this sweet little girl cried non-stop. Her little body hurt and she just didn't feel well. Doutchina's momma had to force her to eat the Plumpy Nut (fortified peanut butter paste for children with severe/moderate acute malnutrition) and to drink the milk. This momma never gave up though and eventually Doutchina started to gain weight and have more energy. All of a sudden Doutchina started to blossom into this really sweet girl who once again could walk, talk, smile, and who carried a purse to her appointments! The best day was when Doutchina told me that she was finally able to return to school! <br />
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Once Doutchina had met all the requirements to graduate from the malnutrition program her mother was given a small gift of pictures. These pictures showed Doutchina at admission and how her body changed as she progressed through the program. Most moms get SO excited to look through the photos but Doutchina's mom was different. When I handed her the photos she thanked me and then as she began to open the baggie she broke down. This momma had remained as hopeful and strong for as long as she could but in this moment there was no holding it in. She sobbed as she looked at the photo of her daughter when she was admitted into the program. She looked me in the eyes and through tears she said the Lord is so faithful and then she hugged me. The hug wasn't one of those quick hugs but rather one that told me just how thankful she was. This momma had all our staff in tears. Most all of the children enter the program sick, frail, and lacking energy. Rarely are the kids meeting the developmental milestones like sitting up, crawling, walking and talking like other children their age are doing. The parents enter the program tired, broken, and defeated. And yet, this little girl was graduating as a kid who is now back in school and who no longer cries out in pain. Through tears we were able to give thanks for what the Lord had done and was doing not only through Doutchina but through her entire family. So thankful for the opportunity to love and serve this sweet family!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Graduated: 1/13/16 @ 21.75#</td></tr>
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