My heart hurts for the horribleness of Tuesday.
Moments pass by and I try not to think of it knowing that a dam is ready to burst if I do.
But then it comes.....and it breaks and my heart is overwhelmed with grief.
Here I sit in my lovely house with running water, electricity , and shelter and I feel horrible.
I would rather be there.
I don't know you very well, but I want to be there to hold your hand, to give you my ear and bring you some kind of hope.
I feel so useless just giving you my money...but I know for now it's for the best.
I am thinking of you, praying earnestly for you, hoping for you and loving you from afar.
I'm hoping that can be enough.
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Thank you, Jen, for your feeling heart. The contrasts between our comfortable lives and what has happened in Haiti are beyond our comprehension. If seeing that contrast helps us cling less tightly to the "things" we cherish and give more generously to help those in need, we are being shaped by the Spirit. Our prayers and gifts do help!
well written jen. well put grammye.
Feeling the same way.
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