"Everyone needs compassion,A love that's never failing;
Let mercy fall on me.
Everyone needs forgiveness,
The kindness of a Savior,
The Hope of Nations.
Savior, He can move the mountains.
My God is mighty to save, He is mighty to save.
Forever, Author of salvation,
He rose and conquered the grave.
Jesus conquered the grave. "
- Laura Story, "Mighty to Save"
This coming Sunday afternoon, we have the opportunity to watch online as Samaritan's Purse gives us a glimpse of the hope they're bringing to the people of Haiti. They'll be streaming online starting at 1:30pm EST. Will you watch with me? I'm pretty sure my hubby won't be watching football, since the Bills' season is over...
The people of Haiti are living on hope. How can I be so upset here in the land of luxury? No, I probably can't get all the groceries I need next week, but I have a freezer full of meat and canned goods. We'll last just fine. I'm living in a real, brick and mortar house, not a blue tarp pulled over sticks. I'm not afraid that the roof is going to collapse on me. I still have my husband, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and even grandparents and our little furballs. I have an education, a computer, heat and electricity, and running water. Why is it so hard for me to be thankful?
I have a comfortable bed, more than (a lot more than) one set of clothes and shoes, jackets, and not one, but two cars. I have decorative dishes and not just clean water to drink, but juice and milk besides. I have fresh eggs in the fridge and fresh fruits and vegetables. I have a beautiful, peaceful view of the countryside, with no threat of war in my backyard.
I have so much to be thankful for. Praying that I have the strength to not complain about the difficult things, but to put them in God's hands. He's big enough to take care of my details. He knew me before I began. I can trust Him.
The people of Haiti are living on hope. How can I be so upset here in the land of luxury? No, I probably can't get all the groceries I need next week, but I have a freezer full of meat and canned goods. We'll last just fine. I'm living in a real, brick and mortar house, not a blue tarp pulled over sticks. I'm not afraid that the roof is going to collapse on me. I still have my husband, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and even grandparents and our little furballs. I have an education, a computer, heat and electricity, and running water. Why is it so hard for me to be thankful?
I have a comfortable bed, more than (a lot more than) one set of clothes and shoes, jackets, and not one, but two cars. I have decorative dishes and not just clean water to drink, but juice and milk besides. I have fresh eggs in the fridge and fresh fruits and vegetables. I have a beautiful, peaceful view of the countryside, with no threat of war in my backyard.
I have so much to be thankful for. Praying that I have the strength to not complain about the difficult things, but to put them in God's hands. He's big enough to take care of my details. He knew me before I began. I can trust Him.
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