I haven't written a word about Haiti. I can't.
I'm consumed with images. I couldn't sleep for a few nights.* My heart is broken. I'm sure yours is too.
* The American Red Cross
* Food for the Poor
* World Vision
*If you know me, that's the one area I excel in. Sleeping. Seriously excel. I fall asleep within a minute of laying down and stay that way until my alarm goes off. It's more like a coma than sleep. Nothing wakes me. When we were waiting to bring Judah home, I had seriously panicked filled moments about it. I feared that I wouldn't wake up when Judah needed me at night. This fear did not materialize. His slightest peep wakes me (even though my dog standing on me licking my face does not).