Praying for Haiti

I’m no stranger to earthquakes, but I am utterly helpless to imagine the experiences of the people of Haiti right now.  I’ve never experienced that level of total destruction, devastation, chaos, and loss.   It sounds trite to say this, but it puts my recent complaints about stress and mess into stark perspective.  Yes, I have to slog my way through end-of-semester grading piles, but I am not wading my way through the rubble that used to be my home.  Sure, I get frustrated at having to walk around the toys on the floor and the peas that Lukey has thrown from his highchair, but I am not having to skirt dead bodies piled in the streets.  My children are safe and healthy, not dead.  It breaks my heart to think of the pain that so many parents are going through at this very moment.

All I can do is send money and pray and pray and pray and pray … and then pray some more.

So that’s what I’ll do.

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