Haiti. In Haiti everything made sense. "Everything" meaning everything that can't make sense until you go somewhere like Haiti. 16 years old, praying in a circle for at least an hour with the most giddy, shining people... and I did not understand the language but I knew what they were saying. They were saying, "Thank you" over and over and over again, barefoot, and thin and thankful and singing and dancing and so thankful they could not stop. And to have moments when "everything" makes sense.....
....makes the moments when nothing makes sense that much more painful.
Beautiful Friends- we pray as you suffer and seek to be part of the answers to the prayers.
God be with you tonight. We hurt for you.
If you want to help now:
If you'd like to donate to Doctors Without Borders (the primary medical people on the ground),
Text "HAITI" to 90999 to donate $10 to @RedCross relief efforts in #Haiti. They bill your cell phone- takes 3 seconds.
Learn more here."