I sit by and watch.
I weep inside.
I do not have any idea of what is really going on.
I see pictures.
They make me cry.
I will eat breakfast in the morning like I usually do.
My kids have no concept of 100,000.
One said, “Oh, so more than 10?”
Another one said, “No, silly, it was 100,000,000.”
More than 10, less than 100,000,000.
I want to do something.
It isn’t much, but it is something.
What are your plans?
4 thoughts on “Hope for Haiti”
This morning my heart is heavy for our sweet sponsor child – Christele. We haven’t been able to find out yet if she is ok, but sending a donation her way and praying for her has already begun.
It’s horrendous and brutally unfair. The people who can least weather such a calamity! It makes me wonder WHY…but I must cling to what I know and that is God is good, all the time.
My heart goes out to the people of Haiti. The kids and I have talked a lot about what we can do. Tommy wanted to go as soon as he heard.
Hope, pray and give. Believe that God is good. What else can we do?
Good post, Megan. Honest. Challenging. We are all sitting here watching, weeping, wondering what we can do.
There was a flurry of excitement in our city when news came that about 300 Haitian orphans were going to be flown in. Then the news was corrected and the orphans were coming, but not right away. Then news came that the whole thing may have been a rumor all along–that there were never any orphans destined for Indianapolis.
It’s all very confusing, but thousands of e-mails and contact forms were filled out through the organization that was coordinating the efforts. Thousands of people want desperately to help in tangible, real, lasting ways, and this seemed like it could be a way.
But, like I said, it all fell through; or, rather, it never really was a possibility in the first place.
But I think we all want to go change the entire country; we want to rescue the people; we want to rebuild the island from the remaining rubble.
It’s so hard to stand by and feel helpless.
So we (well, YOU) make zippy bags. Things like that are real. They’re tangible. We take what we can do and offer it up. I believe it *will* make a difference.
Keep up the good work, Megan. You inspire.