I want to say something about the devastating situation of Haiti. How can you not say something about that?
I just am not sure what I want to say.
I guess I want to say that the situation is bad. Really bad. An understatement. I want to say that I can hardly think about all the little babies who have been barely clinging to life - some lying on the pavement outside of orphanages, bones broken, little water if any, perhaps only one adult to try to care for them all. I want to say that it breaks my heart just as badly to hear of women trying to sell themselves (and succeeding) to get money or whatever they need.
There is so much desperation. My gut aches for the people there. I cry out to God for their relief!
But, I guess what I also want to say is:
There is so much hope. My heart races every time I hear of another miracle. Like spring flowers lifting their heads through the snow come the stories of hope rising through the rubble. Another baby found alive after eight days. Halleluiah! A Christian man trapped is able to share his faith with another trapped man and that man finds hope for the future. Babies who were previously waiting on the paperwork to come home to their adoptive families in America are here now and more coming quickly. Aid is reaching people. Love and necessities are being extended to the Haitians from people all over the globe. Hope is spreading.
I guess what I want to say is that Haiti is on my mind and in my heart again today. And in my prayers.
I know my prayers rise in tandem with millions of others.
Do you want to know where God is today? Don't look for Him among the clouds.
God is in Haiti.
Turn your eyes there - as the smoke clears, you will see Him, cradling his babies.