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One week ago today almost 3 million individual lives were changed forever. In an instant. In a matter of seconds. Just like that. It doesn't seem fair. Not one bit. I have been able to think of little else for a solid week. Just like many of you, I can't watch the news any more . I'm either too sick to my stomach at the sheer devastation of it all or my heart is breaking into a million pieces for those precious people~ especially the babies. I felt as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest as I watched a bulldozer scrape up hundreds of bodies and empty them into a dump truck. A bulldozer. A dump truck. Human beings. God's precious people. Mothers and Fathers. Sons and Daughters. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.
I want to get on a plane and go over there and scoop those babies up in my arms and tell them with everything that is in me that it's going to be okay and that God still loves them even though it looks like He doesn't. I want to take whatever we have and give every single bit of it. I want my Husband to take a week off from work and stay with our children so I can go to Haiti and hold babies and pray over them for God's mercy, protection and provision. It's not the first time he has heard these requests. This is life with a wife with a mercy gift.
The other night I kept him up talking about the devastation of it all and about how on earth we continue with life as normal when so many are suffering right now. Not only in Haiti, in many, many places. But especially Haiti. It doesn't seem right. We can't just get up tomorrow and carry on with "normal" for Heavens sake. There are children in Haiti about to have a leg cut off with a hacksaw because the airport is backed up and they can't get the medical supplies to the makeshift hospital. I can't wrap my brain around it all. Or my heart.
What can I do? I feel so helpless. So I pray. In praying this week one thing the Lord placed on my heart was that I should do whatever I can with my own hands. I can pray. I love to pray. I can give. I love to give. I can write to encourage others to do what they can. I love to write. I can collect clothes, blankets and other items to give as donations. I should do whatever I possibly can with my own hands. Not only for the earthquake victims but in every day life as well. It doesn't do anyone any good just to live life for a party of one. To sit on our gifts. To withhold our talents. He has called us to be like Him to one another. What are your gifts sweet reader? What are your talents? How can you give? What can you share with the world to help and to bring about healing in the life of another? How can you use what He has given you to be a blessing to someone else? These are just a few petitions we can bring before Him this week. I know Him to be faithful to highlight, show and even speak to our hearts the many ways in which each one of us can be a blessing to someone else this week with our very own hands. Can't wait to hear about what He places on your hearts.......
We can text "HAITI" to 90999 to automatically give to the American Red Cross.