Groans

I've been feeling for weeks that I should write a post about Haiti. About my sister and her family, who are doing such wonderful work there. And every time I have tried, I find that I have no words... which, if you know me, is pretty miraculous. My finite mind cannot wrap around the depths of this. I have been following Gwenn's blog as they are working out their faith in Jacmel, truly being the hands and feet of our Savior. I encourage you to check it out for a very real, honest picture of what is going on there.

As I was catching up on some of her posts this morning, I found a stirring in my soul to pray. To kneel before our Father with sweet Patricia, with tiny Clara... and yet, my cloudy head couldn't even compose a coherent prayer. I am so far away from the reality that these people live daily; I don't know their individual situations or needs. All that I could whisper was, "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!!" And I was reminded that our Father doesn't need my verbose ramblings-- He has promised that "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express." (Romans 8v26)

Oh, Gwennie... know that our God is groaning for you... is daily bearing your burden... has heard your cries... will strengthen you and help you. When the rest of the world has moved on to the Super Bowl and Brangelina's marital discord, know that you are not forgotten. You are sheltered under the wings of the Almighty.