I laid in bed last night thinking of Chantal, mother of five, a large cinder block had fallen on her head during the quake and had sliced an L-shape wound all the way to her skull. Her brother said that even with her injury, no doubt such a massive head injury would have gushed a lot of blood, she was able to dig out her husband and son from the collapsed house (words from Compassion Blog). (you can read the story here)
I thought about how I was laying in bed with my heated blanket and thought about the professor, Pastor Mark spoke to. He was a professor (of a Christian facility) and father of 5 (I believe) and this pastor just returned from burying his wife when he met up with Pastor Mark. He only spoke of God’s goodness. (man I cry just typing that). His family found a corner on a concrete slab to place some blankets up and call home.
And I prayed for Pastor Jacques Louis who has a God size task before him. It reminds me of something Beth Moore said as she was flying to New York after 9/11 “Lord I have no file for this.” This is not something you can relate to, plan for, offer condolences for. There is no point of reference.
My husband has said I feel others pain to much, but how can you not just weep for these Christian brothers and sisters as you lay your head down on your pillow at night. My power is in prayer.
God is in control. God is working in Haiti. We need to remember.
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