i've spent the day at our church. we are feeding and supplying evacuees with cloths, toys for the kids etc...
the people i've met today have been all so different, some shy, some embarrassed , some excited and grateful. when these things happen you want to help in anyway you can, and yet, it just doesn't seem enough. in my mind there is a litany "you can do more". my body aches from head to foot and i feel like i could prop in a corner and sleep for a week. yet i can't sleep there just has to be more i can do. so in the meantime i keep my eyes and ears open and pray.
what i don't understand is the murder the looting and anarchy that is taking place in the affected areas.
i think maybe God is looking down and weeping. i also believe when he said "love one another", it wasn't a suggestion.
tomorrow it starts again, the meals to the empty eyed people, the people with unbearable sorrow in their eyes and the ones with unutterable joy at being alive knowing there are people there to hold hands and weep with them.