People have asked me how I am doing. Ok. I will admit this has been a stressful couple of weeks for me. And I am consciously trying to manage by going to bed at a decent hour...can you believe it, David?.... eating a bit healthier than usual, and asking friends for practical help. I have prayed more in the last two weeks than I have in a long time.
It is well with me and mine and I feel curiously alive. But honestly, it hardly seems to matter how I am doing.
I think of the woman who is desperate to sweep up rubbish in the tent city she now calls "home" in Port-au-Prince. The $3-$5 she earns from Oxfam will feed her 6 children for the day. She is thankful for the pay, but would do it anyway, just to keep the vermin at bay.
I think of the woman in Colorado Springs who is still clinging to hope for word that her husband has survived the earthquake. Is he possibly safe in a void beneath the rubble once known as Hotel Montana, with a backpack of water and snacks?
Oh Lord, break my heart for these two women. Comfort and sustain them and the countless others that are starting over or waiting for word of their husbands.
