Hope

I wonder if the ground really is shaking right now. I definitely feel it shaking, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that is it.

I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour trying over and over to find the right words, to find a way to express what I’m feeling. The words don’t come. I’m numb. I don’t know what to feel right now. Driving through the streets of my beloved Haiti broke me, crushed me. This country I love so much is destroyed. The people I would give my life for are hurting, are crying out for help, are laying in front of the broken hospitals dying, their broken bodies dumped on the side of the road along with the rubble. Each body is someone’s someone, we can’t forget that.

The need is so great and each day that passes more will die. Infection is setting in the wounds of those who lived. A sea of green infected bandages flows in front of the hospital gates. The mass graves will soon be overflowing.

Somehow, in all of this there is HOPE. Each person who lived has a real understanding that it’s by the Grace of God they are still here. Each person pulled out from under a collapsed building or fallen wall comes out waving their arms saying, ‘Mesi Bondye’ (Thank you God).

Our church was over flowing on Sunday, standing room only. Twenty-three Hope House kids were saved this Sunday and many more from the surrounding villages! People are seeing God through the dust cloud.

Romans 8:28 says, ‘We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him.’ God is a miracle worker and can take the most horrific circumstance, like this one, and use it for good. I just need to trust Him, trust that He is loving us in this madness.

There is a song by Chris Tomlin I can’t get out of my head called God of This City

You’re the God of this city,
You’re the King of these people,
You’re the Lord of this Nation.
You’re the light in this darkness,
You’re the hope to the hopeless,
You’re the peace to the restless.
There is no one like our God.

For greater things have yet to come,
and greater things are still to be done in this city.

I believe this song was written for Haiti, and am choosing to believe that greater things are still to be done in this city.

Peace & love,

Rachel

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