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."
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The Lord is hurting with you. It's such a tragedy that has happened. It is hard how to know how to pray for sure.
I love you, friend.
In case you haven't seen it yet today, PW is doing a donation/giveaway thing today. It made me feel slightly less helpless.
"The poor give us much more than we give them." - Mother Teresa
Isn't that so true? You go to a place like Haiti and you can feel their love is the real deal.
I've never been there, but I was born in Cuba and raised part of my life. And although Cuba is not as bad as Haiti, it is still pretty bad. And yet, when someone is in need, the people give the little they have to help each other out.
The poor do give us much more. Their strength, their hope and humilty. Things we must learn. Don't feel guilty for living here. As long as you are doing something for them in some way, then you're helping, you're becoming like Jesus.
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