I seriously cannot stop thinking about how terrible the situation in Haiti is, and I can’t even imagine what it’s like to go through something that horrible. They keep showing pictures on TV of kids who are hurt, and I keep wondering if the rest of their families are alive or if they’re all alone. It’s kind of hard to comprehend that kind of devastation. But my heart breaks for those people who are buried in rubble and are just hoping they’re found. Or for children who are lost and alone. And you just have to hope that God is with each of them. That no one is alone, and dying alone. It’s one of those times where you just wonder why God even let this happen. And that thought, you know, that good can come from anything just doesn’t feel true when you think about how much hurt is going on. Really, how can that be true right now when so many people have lost everything, especially people they love? I don’t see how it can be.
But regardless, I still hope God is there with all of them. Because sometimes He’s the only one who can save people. And you just hope He decides to. I hope He decides to. So I’m praying and asking Him. And I’m thinking about all those people over there who need miracles right now.