Hoping and praying

Every time a country goes through a natural disaster, my heart is heavy for the people.  I don't know them, I haven't had them on my mind until the news of the disaster, but my heart is heavy anyway because they are all precious people - special to somebody, if not to me personally.  So very special to God, too.

But this time, following the earthquake in Haiti, it's different.

Joseph's little sponsor child, 4½ year old Smith lives in Haiti.  He lives near Port de Paix (not near Port au Prince, as I first thought) so he's further from the epicentre, but we have no way of knowing if Smith and his family are okay.  I have felt alternately hopeful and sick with worry for him.

I suspect it will be weeks if not months before we find out.  God knows, but we don't.  And that's hard.  In his recent letter to us he said it was "a gift from above to have you as friend."  It nearly makes me cry.

We are praying for him and his family - that they are safe and well, and that his country people have access to food, clean water, blankets and hygiene.  Please join with me.