I held on just a little bit tighter. I stayed a little bit longer than usual. I kissed her all over her face even though I knew it would wake her up. I squeezed as hard as I could. Watching the peaceful sleep of a five year old somehow makes everything okay.
This week has been so riddled with unspeakable tragedy.
Thousands of dead and dying in a devastated Haiti.
Numerous friends losing loved ones suddenly to cancer and other diseases.
A fellow photographer, one I’ve never met or even knew of, but her story inspired me. She lost her infant son. (http://www.natalienortonphoto.com/)
As I think of those hurting, I ache for them.
I like to joke about not being born with a sensitivity chip, but it’s there –just well hidden beneath layers of cynicism, walls and humor. My heart is heavy today, burdened for those who are hurting –not just the obvious, but those who are hiding their hurts as well.
A few years ago, I was broken – spiritually and emotionally. I clung to this:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”
Praying for those who are hurting tonight–with afflictions great and small.
And a special prayer from my 5 year old, “…that God would heal the people in the ‘earthquick.’”
Ways to help:
- Donors can text “Haiti” to 90999 on their cell phone to send a $10 donation to support Red Cross relief efforts in Haiti. Your phone bill will be charged.
- Click on the button below to donate through Compassion International
