Last night was a great prayertime for Haiti. It is my hope that Christians around the world are rallying around these misfortuned Haitians. I can't help but feel utterly depressed at the magnitude of what has transpired Tuesday. But my depression comes mostly from the fact that the missionary in me wants to take the next flight with just the clothes on my back to go be another pair of hands and feet to help in any way I can. But I know God's plan for this is greater than my understanding, and He is to be praised for the miracles coming from this tragedy. My desire to see Haiti was fairly strong before the earthquake, but now it's been significantly heightened as the need is more desperate than it's ever been.
Is it a coincidence that if there HAD to be an earthquake it was in the poorest country in the western hemisphere? Now a once seemingly forgotten country (in the world's eyes) has now become the focus and center of attention for the entire earth. May this be the start of the rallying around the island of Hispaniola, and may Haiti never return as it was, but rise up and out of poverty. By the hands of those with the means to help, and I hope that includes myself someday, I am confident in God's promises and His love. I am hopeful...God is so good.
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