Haiti.

I have been mulling over the Haiti issue for days now. I have not watched the news like many of you I am sure have been. Television is a luxury I put at the dead end of my desire list. I have however been regularly checking the New York Times for their recent pictures and articles on the tragedy.

There are thousands of pictures. Some more graphic than others but all terribly gut wrenching. I spend a awful amount of time examining a picture. From top to bottom, left from right. I am constantly taking in every single bit. I printed several of them out and put one on the backdrop of my computer to remind me of the “ongoing incident”.

I saw this one as I opened up my web browser this afternoon.

Her name is Natalie and it reads this…

Devastated
Natalie Tijor cries on the street after loosing both of her parents in the earthquake that has decimated Port-au-Prince.

I sat in awe. I have been grieved to the point of frustration over this event. My mind whirls as I try to figure out how such a monumental event will forever paralyze a nation. I think what else it does is hits me deeply on a personal level.

I can’t help but look at my heart in this matter. I feel this deep conviction in my life. It shakes my heart bad. Realizing that this life is terribly too short and our time here has NOTHING to do with what’s “here” but what’s around, what’s invisible to our earthly view.

I don’t know how to maintain this constant “view” of life but I am sure it has something to do with my heart. “For where your treasure lies, there also will your heart be” (Jesus). It makes me want to know where is my treasure. Can I name them? And if I name them, would I want to do it out loud?

Again, this is just thinking while writing.

All I know is that Natalie, the one in Port ta Prince is now an orphan. She has no home I am sure no people to call her home. Not only that but her sense of reality is forever scarred. She will never be the same. All things so once held as important or worth something I am sure is fading into the background of her new view. I ache to think of her spot in this universe right now. So broken, so alone. In need. In a desperate need. It’s as if she got pushed off the cliff she was just looking out off of. She was pushed with that kindof pain that leaves a bad taste in your mouth and in your gut. She didn’t ask to be pushed. She most certainly doesn’t know how to fly either. But my hope is that she will learn. She will spread those wings of hers and take flight.

Lord.

You are all we have to cry out to.

Dad, please take care of Natalie. Take her in your arms today and hold her against you as this pain swirls around her. Send someone that is crazy about you into her life. Send multiple people that are so in love with you that they can’t help but to reach out and be your physical hands and feet.

Lord move in Natalie’s life. Take what the enemy has used for harm and turn it to good. Only You can move in this situation. Lord take care of your people today.