This is Henry. When I met him he was 8 months old and only 8 lbs. His bony arms and distended belly were covered in scabies. He slept through the night and rarely cried which still amazes me to remember given his physical state. Sometimes when I would lay him down, his eye brows would go up and he took on a stare of indignation that translated to me as, “What?? Pick me up and hold me, woman!”

I saw this recent picture of him on a blog of some friends living at Casa de Esperanza…

Big improvement, pun intended! So thankful that God takes care of his children in SO many ways and through Morgan, the Waits, and others in Puerto Lempira. Say a prayer for this little man’s future and for all of the other children in La Moskitia.