Last night as I was falling asleep, all I could think about was Haiti and the horrific things they are enduring.
My thoughts went immediately to the mothers. Some mothers wondering whether their children are alive or dead. Some wondering how they will feed their children or where they might get clean water. Some writhing in pain from the news that their child was taken away from them too soon. Sweet children without their mommies. I can't even imagine. The thoughts make me literally sick to my stomach.
As I laid in my warm bed, in my warm house, that is literally 50x (if not more) the size of any Haitian's shack, God broke my heart in half for His people. Tears streamed down my face. I tried to hold back the sobs as to not wake up Justin. I begged God to give the people of Haiti peace and comfort, to remind them that He's there, to move in the hearts of His people that are more fortunate to give what they can (or even beyond) and to pray.
We will be making a donation to Compassion International's disaster relief program today. It's the very least we can do. I feel very helpless, but just $35 can give one family food and water for the week. Praise Jesus!!
If I'm being honest, I think we, as Christians, have no other choice but to help.