Heartache for Haiti

My mind has been consumed with images of Haiti and the intense damage the recent earthquake caused them. The scenes of children walking aimlessly around looking for their families cuts straight to my heart. My heart is heavy seeing the makeshift villages made from bedsheets that people are constructing. I can't get the image out of my head of seeing people running over each other trying to get to the food being dropped from the helicopter. It is a horrible situation. People have lost everything they own...they have lost houses...they have lost families and friends.

I want to go to Haiti. I want to be there to help them. I feel so helpless sitting on my couch watching images of the destruction.

I can't help but feel guilty when I walk to my fridge and satisfy every hunger pang that I have. I can drink water when I am thirsty. I can relax in my comfortable house. I am warm from the clothes that I am blessed with.

Why do I have so much stuff and others have so little? How did I get blessed to be born in the United States instead of country where 90% of the people live in poverty?

Sometimes I take things for granted. But the things that are taking place in Haiti are a stark reminder to us all of how blessed we really are. It puts things in perspective. Even when things seem like they are going bad, we still are blessed.

Take some time to lift up the people in Haiti in your prayers. They need prayer warriors to rise up and pray for miracles to happen!!!