Just Dance!

I love, love, love this game.




I played it at a friends house and then immediately bought it with my birthday gift card (thanks Mom and Dad!). It is seriously SO fun.

I'm not sure if there's anything better than watching my super white friends (me included!) trying to dance to MC Hammer.

Also, it's really good exercise.

Highly recommended. :)

A Good Cause

Ree over at thepioneerwoman.com is giving away (2) $500.00 prizes to charities for relief in Haiti, to be chosen by the winner. Also, for every comment on her most recent post, she will give $.10 to one of three charities there.

Please take a moment to go and comment there. It's easy, and it helps.

Thanks, Ree!

In other news, please continue to pray for the safety of our team down there right now. They had planned to return home tomorrow, but obviously things have changed. They have been in contact with the US Embassy, and have been promised a ride home tonight or tomorrow morning. The perimeter wall to the orphanage has fallen down, leaving them open for looting by a people who are becoming frantic with fear (and who can blame them?).

God is in control, and I will try to force myself to rest in that.

Pray, pray, pray and (if possible) give.

Hurting

I'm trying to hold it together today, trying to concentrate on my work. But mostly I'm trying to battle the burning in my eyes and tugging at my throat that comes every time I think about the people in Haiti.

It's been five years since I've been there. But I remember their faces. I remember leaving them in their all but hopeless country, and coming home to convenience and comfort and ignorance.

I remember how they comforted me as I was crying that last day. I remember the complete guilt of knowing what I was returning to. I don't remember crying that much before in my life.

And now another team is there, witnessing it all. I can't imagine what they must be seeing and feeling right now. God, give them strength and grace.

How can one people bear so many sorrows?

How can I live here, in peace and comfort, while they are counting their dead? While more orphans are being added to an already devastating number? What can we do to give them hope?

I find the only prayer I can get it out is "God, help them."