Broken
The ground beneath my feet is the base of everything. I find shelter on it, I eat food grown in it, I use fuel found deep inside it. I build my life on it. I see my future on it. I dream from my bed, in my home, built on top of it. So what happens then when the ground beneath my feet suddenly becomes my enemy? What happens when this thing I’ve always trusted, always counted on turns against me?
I wish the ground beneath me would stop shaking. I wish I could trust the ground I’m sitting on right now. I wish I could, but I can’t, and I don’t and I am starting to wonder if I ever will again.
Never in all my life have I felt more terrified. Never have I felt so powerless and helpless. There is nothing I could do to stop the earth from shaking. Nothing. It came without notice, it lasted as long as it wanted and continues to remind us of its dangerous threat through continued tremors.
Praise the Lord we just have cracked walls and broken things. It is a miracle. The Lord, once again has protected Mission of Hope and everyone on it.
We are surrounded by death and destruction, but we were protected. We are surrounded by pain and suffering, but we were saved.
The death has affected us, we are grieving the lose of Farah; the cutest flower girl you’ve ever seen. We are grieving the lose of Gabrielle; an always smiling secretary. We are grieving along side our brother Bildad for the lose of his sister, whose body has yet to be recovered. We are grieving along side Ruben and Patris who lost the majority of their classmates when their school collapsed. We grieve along side the mothers who held their dying babies in their arms. We grieve along side the fathers who watched as their homes crumbled to pieces on top of their loved ones. We grieve along side the brothers sent out to search for their sibling’s bodies. We grieve along side those who are hurt and cannot find anyone to help them. We grieve along side those who are trapped inside a collapsed building crying out for help and finding none. We grieve along side those who abandon the remains of their loved ones because there is simply nowhere to bring the bodies.
It breaks my heart to see the Hope House kids shiver through the night, as they lay on their mattresses in the middle of the churchyard, screaming every time we feel a tremor. It is my job to protect them. It is my job to keep them safe. It is my responsibility to keep things like this from happening to them. And yet, as I write this email I am just a few feet away from the rows of children huddled together trying to keep warm.
Please pray for the people of Haiti, a people who have suffered far too much.
Rachel
I wish the ground beneath me would stop shaking. I wish I could trust the ground I’m sitting on right now. I wish I could, but I can’t, and I don’t and I am starting to wonder if I ever will again.
Never in all my life have I felt more terrified. Never have I felt so powerless and helpless. There is nothing I could do to stop the earth from shaking. Nothing. It came without notice, it lasted as long as it wanted and continues to remind us of its dangerous threat through continued tremors.
Praise the Lord we just have cracked walls and broken things. It is a miracle. The Lord, once again has protected Mission of Hope and everyone on it.
We are surrounded by death and destruction, but we were protected. We are surrounded by pain and suffering, but we were saved.
The death has affected us, we are grieving the lose of Farah; the cutest flower girl you’ve ever seen. We are grieving the lose of Gabrielle; an always smiling secretary. We are grieving along side our brother Bildad for the lose of his sister, whose body has yet to be recovered. We are grieving along side Ruben and Patris who lost the majority of their classmates when their school collapsed. We grieve along side the mothers who held their dying babies in their arms. We grieve along side the fathers who watched as their homes crumbled to pieces on top of their loved ones. We grieve along side the brothers sent out to search for their sibling’s bodies. We grieve along side those who are hurt and cannot find anyone to help them. We grieve along side those who are trapped inside a collapsed building crying out for help and finding none. We grieve along side those who abandon the remains of their loved ones because there is simply nowhere to bring the bodies.
It breaks my heart to see the Hope House kids shiver through the night, as they lay on their mattresses in the middle of the churchyard, screaming every time we feel a tremor. It is my job to protect them. It is my job to keep them safe. It is my responsibility to keep things like this from happening to them. And yet, as I write this email I am just a few feet away from the rows of children huddled together trying to keep warm.
Please pray for the people of Haiti, a people who have suffered far too much.
Rachel
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