Hope in the Storm

We are Jeff and Tracy. Our 5 children are Kaylee, Kelsey, Mariah, Marisa, and Davin. Three of our five kiddos have significant special needs of varying diagnosis.
I would like to share with you about what Habitat for Hope has meant to our family. I think the best way to tell you about Davin.

When Davin was 8 months old he suffered from Herpes Encephalitis. He quickly went from suffering to survivor, as it was a miracle he lived through it! Davin spent a couple of years in foster care before coming home to us. Davin was our foster son for a year before we adopted him at almost 7 years old. After much hard work, commitment, determination, perseverance, and love… we went from a kid wearing diapers, having horrible rages, no boundaries, running away, no sign language, etc. etc. to the little man he is today. Today Davin is a 10 year old young man who is all boy! He loves to play outside and climb trees. He loves anything that even slightly resembles a sword, and will beat on anything he comes across with it. He has a smile that lights up the room.
Davin struggled with seizures and they began to increase until he was not able to get through a single day without falling multiple times from “drop attacks”. We headed to Memphis, a city we knew nothing about in order to try to get help and hope for our son. Our son spent several days in the Epilepsy Unit, and endured all kinds of tests. At the end of it all we found out some pretty tough information about the severity of Davin’s illness. We were told that Davin’s best chance of decreasing his drop attacks were to allow him to have brain surgery.
In all of the chaos of the situation I began to worry about how we would pay for another week in Memphis. We had 4 of our 5 children with us, and were in a one room motel on the other side of town in a not so great area. I prayed that God would work out the details of this situation as we were putting our faith in him. I then contacted the social worker and asked for some help. I began to have fear and doubt, until she told us about Habitat for Hope! The light at the end of a long, scary, dark tunnel! That very night, Mo came out to talk with us and offer us a SAFE place to stay, and only a mile from the hospital!
The apartment was wonderful! It meant so much to us to have a safe place to be, and only 5 minutes away from our son. As much as the apartment meant, the kindness of strangers meant so much more. I cannot adequately express in words how I felt the next day when both Mo and Tona showed up. I had been in so much fear about what my son was going through. I felt so alone with all of the news that we had just found out about Davin. There was no one to hold my husband and I and walk us through it all, or to tell us it would be okay. The kindness, warmth, and friendship that they have shown us has been overwhelming! Since that day, and several visits later, we no longer view them as strangers, but as friends!
We have a long road ahead of us with Davin. Since his type of epilepsy is progressive, we will need to continue to come to Memphis to treat Davin. This means we will be making several trips back to our now home away from home. We are so thankful that we have found a place of respite in Habitat for Hope, and our new friends/ extended family Mo and Tona. It truly does mean hope for the families who may have no other place to turn during their time of need. It may be the one place that allows them to keep going when they may feel to weak to continue. Habitat for Hope is just that.

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Bella’s Story

Every so often, my 8-year-old daughter Bella will have the chance to share her story with a group of people. We have been asked to speak with a group of third graders tomorrow evening, and I thought this would be a great chance for her to practice her public speaking. I actually just told her about it tonight, and this is what she came up with.

My name is Bella Horrocks. Thank you so much for having us here today. When I was three, I was diagnosed with stage 3 Melanoma. I had four surgeries in Florida, and two here in Tennessee, and was sent to a local cancer hospital. I did 8 weeks of chemo here in Memphis, and completed my treatment from home in Florida. I lost 50 percent of my hair. We came back to Memphis every 2 months for a while for scans in the CT machine. I called the machine the donut. Then we started coming back every 6 months. A few months ago, I finished all 5 years of my scans and was sent to a new clinic and I only need to come back once a year. Two years after I was diagnosed, my parents founded Habitat for Hope. Then we moved here to Tennessee. Life at the HFH House is pretty fun. We have four horses so that kids that are sick can learn to ride or siblings of kids that are sick. We have a big red barn that holds several toys, bikes, scooters and roller skates. There’s a big indoor playground in it too! We also have walking trails and biking trails. The house is 3 stories: the middle floor is ours, the upstairs is for people who come and go, and the basement was made into an apartment. We’ve had two Amish families stay down there, and one Mennonite family! I have a lot of friends that are from different states and countries that have stayed here. Usually we have a monthly family fellowship where volunteers and families from local hospitals come. Kids play in the barn, on the playground, and sometimes we even get the horses out! And then there is worship for the grownups and while they are doing that, the kids usually do a craft, have a lesson, or watch a movie. We also have volunteer fellowship for people that are helping us. The volunteers bring families food while they are in the hospital. I hope you have enjoyed my story.

I really don’t think I could have said it better myself.

Springtime in Memphis

The past few weeks has been beautiful in Memphis – I think when I last posted it was still winter, and now it feels like we are diving right into summer. We have had a fun few weeks playing at the property and welcoming both new and old friends to spend time with us. Last night, we celebrated Evan Thomason’s 8th birthday here at the house. Evan’s Mom and Dad, Melissa and Andy, serve on HFH’s parent advisory board, and have been a huge blessing to our lives. Evan is truly a miracle child – after 3 years of treatment, all of his tests conclude that he continues to have active cancer cells in his body. Thankfully, for nearly the past two years he has been on a once a week drug that is experimental, but is allowing him to go to school and live a normal life at home. He is doing really well, and is sort of a maniac. Some pictures from last night…great fun was had by all!

And a really beautiful one of Ella Beamon, Madelyn‘s baby sister…

Not Your Typical Red Barn


The following was written by HFH full time staff member, Mark Ottinger.

I was recently telling someone about Habitat for Hope and where we were located. He responded, Oh, you’re the place with that big red barn. Do you store hay in there? Have any animals? Etc.

I responded, “Yes, we are the place with the big red barn, but this isn’t your typical barn”. On a recent cold day, with several families on the property for a dinner and fellowship, I made my way into the barn. What drew me into the barn on this cold day was all the laughter and noise coming from inside. As I stepped inside, it become apparent that this was a special place. To my left was a family laughing as they played a big game of ping pong. One of the first times they had laughed since their youngest child passed away a few months before. Over at the train table, two little fellas bellowed “Choo-Choo” as loud as they could as they pushed trains around and around the table, up and down the tracks. Hard to tell that one of the boys had been in the hospital for months and his new friend had chemotherapy that morning. I soon move out of the way as three little boys zoom by on bikes followed by three girls giggling as they chased the boys via roller skates. Fun to see these siblings whose life gets interrupted by hospital stays and doctors visits having fun and being loud outside the quiet waiting rooms where they have lived. To my right, a young daddy lets his 18 month old son slide down the indoor playground. An escape from the reality that tomorrow radiation will begin.

This is not your typical barn, and Habitat for Hope is not your typical ministry. We are in community with families in crisis…mommies with heavy hearts, daddies who for the first time can’t fix the problem, and brothers and sisters who are often scared and always full of questions. In the midst of the meals, the roller skates, the laughter, the tears, and the many questions…we offer one thing: Hope. Hope in a Savior who will meet each mommy and daddy and brother and sister right where they are. A Savior who gives strength to all these kiddos, some chronically ill, others terminally ill. A Savior who gives peace to a mommy’s heart, strength to a daddy’s soul, laughter to a sibling and strength to a child. A Savior who radically changes lives and is the only Hope we can rest in.

For the person driving by the Hope Ranch, they see a red barn. For those inside the barn, it’s a Habitat for Hope.

David Michael Jones

The following was written by volunteer Leesa Davis.

On February 8th, 2009 David Jones joined his abba Father in heaven. One of the ways Habitat for Hope was able to support the Jones family was by visiting David and rocking him during the week, at the request of his parents. The following was written by Leesa Davis, who faithfully loved and visited baby David.

What a joy and privilege I have had over the past 5 months with little Baby David Jones. When my daughter in law, Becky Davis, forwarded an email to me that baby David needed someone to visit with him, and to rock him, and love on him…my heart just skipped a beat. Yes, that was something I was very interested in. I quickly emailed Mylissa, found out the details, and set about visiting David every Wednesday for about 1-1 1/2 hours. I would hold him, sing to him, love on him, wiggle his little hands and his feet, talk to him about how much his parents and Jesus love him, and sometimes just pat his little tummy. I would visit with his precious nurses and being a curious ” want-to-be a nurse”, I asked a lot of questions and learned a lot about kidney function and David’s disease.
I looked forward to each visit, and prayed for him in between the visits. I thanked God for his parents and family, I prayed for his healing that he would grow to 20 lbs so he could get a transplant and I prayed for the impact he was making on all of those whose lives he touched. Even as I write this, tears form in my eyes as I remember that little “Curious George” smile. He had a contagious smile…one visit as I held him we just giggled at one another! I would make funny faces and make funny noises and he just giggled back at me. My next visit I could tell he was not happy and very uncomfortable, so I just patted him and told him how much everyone loved him. That would be my last visit with baby David, for the next week he went home to be with Jesus.

God’s precious child has been a special blessing to me. I thank Habitat for Hope for opening my eyes to a need that we as volunteers can fill as we give of our time and love to little ones like baby David and their families. What a ministry!! Thank you Mark, Mylissa and all of the staff at Habitat for Hope. May God pour His blessings upon you and the families to whom you minister.