Thoughts on Haiti

I'm sad about the earthquake that shook Haiti.

Sad doesn't really describe my emotion well, but I can't - for the life of me - think of any better fitting word.

I've seen pictures on the news websites of bodies just piled up there. With nowhere for them to go. And I mourn for the survivors who have to walk by those bodies, lay next to those bodies, starve while staring at those bodies.

And I thank God for my health and the health of my country (however unhealthy it may be - depending on your perspective) ... And I feel lucky. Blessed.  I sit here at my desk with hot tea next to my laptop computer. My tummy is full - the house is quiet and filled with sleeping children.  The dining room table smells of cleaning solution.  The laundry is shaking the washer and the dryer.  The sun is shining and melting the snow outside - making the area under our large deck look as if it's pouring rain.  And I sit here in comfort, and browse horrifying pictures from Haiti.

And I remember that I must schedule my next blood donation appointment - even though I just donated this past Tuesday. And I remember that I should go for a run - to keep my heart, my lungs, my body healthy. And I remember that I should cook that chicken in the fridge before it goes bad so that I'm not guilty of throwing out food just because of my laziness. And I remember to hug my kids and to tell my husband how much he means to me.  And I remember to read my bible. Because I can. And because I want to. And because it's calling for me.

And I pray.  I pray for the survivors in Haiti.