I'm completely overwhelmed by the pain and suffering in Haiti. It's difficult to simply go about my day, doing laundry and running kids around town when I know a part of the world is so devastated... I simply cannot imagine how they will ever recover.
Here I am worried about my kids' grades and whether to buy the French Vanilla or the Hazelnut creamer for my coffee and there are hundreds of thousands of people without basic necessities. Water. Shelter. Food.
I'll be taking the dog in this afternoon to get her shots - spending $50 on my pet - while children are searching for their parents, living with the realization that the world just shook them into orphan status, and struggling just to find something to eat.
I wish I could go.
I wish I could hold hands.
Comfort. Love. Feed.
I don't know how God loves us all so much... how He carries the sorrow of seeing our fallen world... how He sees our suffering and doesn't just implode with the weight of it all.
That's why I worship Him. Because I can trust that He holds it all in His hands.
When I don't understand... I trust.
When I question... I choose to trust.
When I am overwhelmed by injustice... I trust the Judge.
How I long for a new earth free from suffering.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.