The nannies are outside in the yard with the kids, customary to every afternoon just before 5pm. Their soft voices harmonizing in the long afternoon shadows. As I walk down the stairway leading to the door outside their praises fill my ears and give hope to my soul. Even before my eyes take in the scene before me the image is clear in my memory. 1 year ago… hands lift high, voices crying out in praise and adoration, just moments after, when the fears were too great to number and the unknown hung like the darkness growing around us as the sun fell behind the mountains. Many events unfolded in the weeks to come, miracles, devastation, victory, and surrender… our Heavenly carried us through every moment… and the voices of the nannies lifted in praise, pleading, and worship intertwined through them all, every day, and every night for hours on end as the dark sky hid the horrible truth of daylight. So many emotions come back today that I thought were buried deep enough to never have to feel again. I try to keep them there, I think we all do. But with reverence we remember the moments of learning, learning of loved ones lost, of homes ruined, of fears confirmed. Looking back we give glory to God for all that He was, and is, and always will be. And looking forward we place our hope, our only hope in His abundant mercy and grace. We lift our voices in prayer for Haiti and her people with the world’s eyes upon them once more this day we stand in awe of the testimony His children of this nation bear in the constant daily life reminders of their loss and grief. Ayiti Cheri, Bondye pa’p janm kite ou.
Posted on Wed, January 12, 2011