Haiti haunts me. As I sit here, a barren woman, thinking of how easy I could give a couple of those children a home but how long and arduous the task is, it breaks my heart. I pray every day that God leads me to be at when it comes to helping children. When I left the group home I was working for several years ago, the last words my supervisor spoke to me at my farewell lunch was, "I hope I never see you doing anything other than working with children. It is what you are meant to do." Wow. Can you spell conviction? I can, and have, for the last several years as I have been doing anything but. If I ignore the problems, then I don't have to deal with them. *this is a good time to point out that this blog isn't about me being a strong Christian. It's about me being a real one..that is learning to be stronger through Him.*
Recently, I read a book called "Same Kind of Different as Me". It has rocked my world. Shattered my innocent veil I maintained. I want to help the people of Haiti. And I want to help the people down the block. As Rush said: "there is enough money in this country that no child should ever go to bed hungry. Ever." I believe this is true. Please join me in praying that God would point me towards whatever I am supposed to do with this that he has laid on my heart. My heart is heavy as I sit here in a comfortable place, getting ready to play cards with my husband, our bellies full and that of our puppies. People are bedding down on newspapers and around bonfires in trash cans. I can no longer shield my eyes. They have been opened. Now I need to figure out what to do with what I have seen.
I petition your prayers.