Pause the music at the bottom of this page, sit back and listen to this…
This morning I sat in a rocking chair on the balcony, looking out over the mountains and palm trees, the weight of a little boy in my arms and listened to what has become my prayer and claim for Haiti. I love this song, I love it’s message and I love it’s truth.
God of THIS city.
King of THESE people.
Lord of THIS nation.
This afternoon I will venture out into the very heart of this city, into a camp that hundreds of thousands call home. In the few short hours I am allowed into their lives I will attempt to intertwine their hearts with mine. I will try to memorize every name and every story. I will do everything I can to soak in every second. I will not be above them, I will not downplay their pain. I will listen to what they have to say. I will break my heart to their struggles and then, I will bring them back to you.
They deserve to have their story heard. They deserve to speak their loved ones names out loud. They deserve to remember and be remembered. I will do my best to honor them.