My heart is heavy...

I've been watching alot of news coverage the last few days...mesmorized by the horror that the nation of Haiti is living in this week....and for so many, many years to come.  I want to buy a plane ticket and sit on a corner just holding all of those sweet little babes who are now orphaned.  I'm not a nurse, I'm not fluent in French...but my arms are well trained to hug away the burdens of my children.  Who will wrap their arms around these little ones who watch with wide eyes...eyes that don't recognize a familiar face around them...eyes that see only despair and hopelessness. 

It makes no sense...it feels so wrong...

hello, sweet boy...so glad you have been rescued...

I've watched faces of hundreds of people wrenched with grief.  Looking around them nothing looks like it will ever be right again.  I cannot imagine.  My own family is tucked safely into their beds...wearing clean pjs, covered with warm blankets, with full bellies.  For this I am thankful...this moment of peace can be snatched away in an instant...life is so fragile.

There are glimpses of hope coming from strangers reaching out to strangers.  In a time of extreme economic difficulty our nation has sent over $100 million.  Our humanitarian hearts break for other nations in crisis...and I'm so glad that they do.  I've seen coverage of workers with World Vision and Compassion International who survived the earthquake and are now not only feeding mouths, but also feeding souls. 

I found a great blog written by a woman whose family is living and ministering in Haiti...check it out here.

 I can do nothing with my heavy heart but pray...for the faces of the children left behind...for the mother who's arms are empty...for the father who continues to search.  Even when there are no answers, there is still Hope.  God is still God...and His eye is still upon each one....

"God is a safe place to hide,
ready to help when we need Him.
We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom,

courageous in seastorm and earthquake,

Before the rush and roar of oceans,
the tremors that shift mountains.

Jacob-wrestling God fights for us,

God-of-Angel-Armies protects us."

Psalm 46:1