more, even

My thoughts are many and scattered.

Went to the tuesday night small group last night. Brittany E began crying and praying for Haiti... Michael K then asked God to help us give up our self-consumed burdens so that we could feel His burdens..for Haiti... Rachel B prayed then that the church in the u.s. of a. would wake up and heed the call to adopt orphans from haiti, thousands and thousands and thousands of orphans from haiti... people sobbed... asking God for mercy for that country, that He would roam the streets like a search and rescue aid worker looking for the lost, trapped, and broken... that He would appear to the 380,000 plus orphans in dreams and visions...sitting with them while they wait for water, surgery, food. That the people would ask for Him. We sang and cried and beseeched the Father and Physician to be father and physician to millions sleeping under sheets and cardboard...

I thought of the friend mentioned in the last post, who does not live here, and wished they could have been here. I was glad I dropped Anatomy and was there at the Banks house instead of in class.

There was another earthquake at 6:03 this morning, of 6.1 magnitude.

Spoke with a friend yesterday who says that he had to "talk his sister out of going" to Haiti as a relief nurse, that he was worried about how traumatizing it would be to her. That there were gangs. That she has no experience with 3rd world aid relief. That it might be difficult for her emotionally.

Read a stat on CNN this morning that up to 20,000 people are dying every day in Haiti due to lack of sufficient emergency medical personnel.

Feel like i'm gonna lose my mind when considering how crazy the above two paragraphs are when compared, side by side.

I would like to sink into and lose myself in pretty photographs, in good coffee and art, in books and in love, by firesides and on mountain tops, hiking or walking or yoga or bikes... But I can't. I know I am still here, just as I have always been, but my heart groans to be there...I ache to know Jesus more in his and theirs and my own suffering...

NOTE: I need a roommate. A nice one with no cat.

Thank you for reading.