As I sat patiently waiting on the couch, it seemed like almost an hour, although I’m sure it was hardly 5 minutes…I heard a noise in the hall way and I stood up.  There he was walking hand in hand with a caregiver from the orphanage.  His head was down and his eyes were watching his feet.  He glanced up and our eyes met.  His step quickened and his smile that is burned into my memory emerged.

“Gabriel!” I yelled bursting into tears….he laughed and came forward hugging me.

God is good.  He is faithful.   He hears our cries.  He feels our pain. Soon after I wrote the blog Where is Gabriel? I had an “appointment” at the IBESR…after an hour of confusion, fighting, yelling, tears…and just plain not giving up…I was finally given the name of where he was.

In a daze and a blitz we arrived at the orphanage where he was “placed”.  They had no idea what Gabriel had been through, nor did they have any information or paperwork on him, he was literally just dropped off there.  I couldn’t believe that after all this time, I was face to face with him.  I couldn’t stop looking at him…as he played with my hair like usual and gave me kisses…I felt so complete with him in my arms.

I DO believe this is just the beginning,  although he’s in a “better” place, (because it’s not the terrible scum orphanage) he’s still an orphanage…I will keep fighting.   I WILL get him back.


With God, nothing is impossible.

He has NO paperwork, without paperwork, it is basically like he “doesn’t exist” in Haiti.  To get official paperwork, I need to find his mother, I only know the city of where his mother supposedly lives.  I don’t even know if Gabriel is his real name.  Therefore, I am now on a quest to go look for a mother to a child who was dropped off at an orphanage.  A task here in Haiti that is impractical.  But my heart keeps bleeding this truth…

With God, nothing is impossible.

Hope.  Christ.


I know this will not happen overnight.  But I will not give up.

Love is patient.

As I walked out of the orphanage and Gabriel trailed behind me trying to come…my heart exploded, again…I felt like for just a moment while he was in my arms that the pieces were put back together…but as I turned my back on his longing eyes and tears coming down his face…my vision blurred from me trying to hold back tears.

I left that orphanage knowing that this was just the beginning…even though he looked a little healthier, he had lost his smile, his happiness, his laughter.  He seemed like he was close to getting back into his world where nothing on the outside bothered him, he was almost numb, again.


I will keep fighting for Gabriel until he is safe in my arms.  No matter how long it takes.  No matter what it takes. 

That night when I got home, I read Luke 1:19 once again which had kept me going for so long…as I read past verse 19…I saw verse 20 and broke down…

“I am Gabriel.  I stand in the presence of God, and I was sent to speak to you and to bring you this good news.  And behold, you will be silent and unable to speak until the day that these things take place, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their time.”  Luke 1: 19-20

Love is Patient.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.


Gabriel, I am PRAISING Jesus that I know where you are now…and I am BEGGING Him, BEGGING Him to bring us back together.  Please FEEL my prayers, let HIS angels surround you, every minute, every second.  Gabriel, I pray you know that you are not abandoned, you are not forgotten, I am FIGHTING for you…

To anyone and everyone reading this, please help me fight and pray with me.

Gabriel and Megan