As I write this my husband is in Haiti. He is there with a team to bring aid to the devastated churches there. The only news I get is by following the guys he is with on Twitter or Facebook. I see the pictures and soon will see the video of all he is experiencing. We were so heartbroken over the pictures we saw and when the opportunity came for him to go we both without question said yes. Lukas has been to Pakistan after the earthquake caused major damage there to build shelters, he has traveled to Venezuela, Brazil, Dominican Republic, Germany, Russia, Italy, and England. This is the most worry I have ever had for his safety and mental condition. I am so thankful he could go and bring some sort of aid to people who are completely devastated. When word got out that they had seen a teen boy shot dead in the streets a knot began to grow deep within me. No amount of security can protect from stray bullets. No one will ever be able to erase the mental picture of this horrific event. No one will ever be able to erase the memory of the smells he is facing. This is where my faith in a good and sovereign God is put to the test with my husbands life. I believe we are called to go to the needy and take care of the poor and defend injustice, but really Lord my husband?? The answer is yes. And so caring for my sick children alone in a warm house that is intact has caused my heart to be thankful. Holding my girls as they sob because they are afraid for and miss their daddy is not discouraging. Dealing with the mean jury duty lady who did not really believe that my husband was in Haiti and that my kids were sick is a small thing. But yes this is a continual battle for my heart and in the meantime we are all still in our jammies and the house is a mess but my heart is continually strengthened as I seek to believe. May relief come for the people of Haiti and may God be seen as mighty.
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1