Dear God, be with those in Haiti. Those lost, stuck, scared, injured, sick, or just heavy. Heavy with so much care and weight and darkness and sadness. God, i often think of Haiti as that open wound i scratch but never take the time to put a band-aid on. When something happens there, it doesn’t raise surprise, it simply raises my eyebrows in a perplexed “Again?”
For it seems to me that Haiti has suffered more than it’s share of pain and tragety. It seems that more corruption and malice occupy that small space than is possible, and i fully expect it to sink into the Ocean. I see pictures of Haiti’s children, and hear stories of mud cookies, eaten to fill a small space of dinner. and breakfast. and lunch.
Father in heaven, Haiti has always been something special to me, as it brought my parents together. It united more than one of their dreams, and fills many happy, laughing conversations around my nice cozy kitchen. I feel guilty that i have not taken a more active roll in doing something, anything. And this is just one more thing that comes to the surface in this earthquake.
My feelings of helplessness and pain grow, and i call out to you, God, maker of Haiti, Father of so many children who died yesterday…be with them. Comfort the families. Comfort those alone, in the dark. Send peace to their hearts. Touch those of us in this spoiled, priviledge land and open our eyes to how we can help. In Haiti, in the lives of those suffering, in just being more sensitive to Your voice.
And Lord, help me to trust you, even when i don’t understand why things like this happen. I want explanations to bad things, i want reasons for natural disasters, i want someone to blame so i can shake them and yell at them and tell them to make things better. I don’t want to feel pain and discomfort, i want insulation. Draw me close to you.
Amen
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