I will be telling the 'miracle' story of Wendy soon, but since I haven't had time to write it in it's entirety yet, wanted to pass on this recent blog entry from John McHoul of Heartline because it is a clear reminder why your prayers do indeed matter to us:
"...ministering in Haiti can, at times, be rather difficult. We daily
can encounter situations, heartache, sadness and unjustness that can
seem overwhelming and which, at times, can seep into our beings.
Just this week among other situations we had the bio mom of a child that went through our adoption
program come to our house to see me. I had seen her about two months
ago when I gave her money sent by the family that adopted her child.
She told me that on the day that I had given her the money, she left our
house and got on a public transportation vehicle to go home. A man who
got on the vehicle with her, confronted her, and demanded the money
that she had received. It seemed that he had seen her when she counted
the money while standing on the street in front of our house. He
grabbed her purse, and when she wouldn’t let go, he pulled out a gun and
shot her three times. All the other people in the vehicle fled and the
driver took this women to a hospital where she spent three weeks. She
by God’s grace survived and now she stood before me, showing me the
three bullet wounds and wanting to know how I can help her.
This week, as well, the sister-in law of one of our dear, long-term
staff members was kidnapped by men that broke into her home at two in
the morning as she, her husband, and six month old child slept. The men
cut the electricity to the house, broke in, made her and her husband
lie face down on the floor, and forcibly removed her, leaving her
husband and child. This is not a rich family, but rather a young couple
who are trying to make it in a country that often seems inhospitable to
those that are trying to build a better life for themselves and for
their children. The initial ransom price is two hundred thousand
dollars American. A ridiculously absurd amount from a family that
perhaps takes in five hundred dollars a month. The family has yet to
speak to her to verify her condition.
Today I received a call
from a woman, that I had last seen at the funeral service of her
daughter who had died of AIDS. She’s coming to see me this week.
Today I had a Haitian policeman come to the office to see me. I have
known him and his family for a number of years and consider him a
friend. Three weeks ago he was on a moto taxi when the driver lost
control of the motorcycle. The moto hit a vehicle parked on the side of
the road and my friend in the collision sustained broken ribs, and a
broken arm. He came for help with his hospital bill and to know if we
could help his family with food.
As I believer I firmly believe
that God’s word is not just good advice to help us through trying
times, but rather, it has the power to strengthen us in times of
weakness. It can empower us to hold on when holding on seems the most
difficult thing to do."
Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.