Heart
So I'm sitting here in my warm, dry, and for the moment quiet living room on the 13th of January and I am beyond blessed. How often I take this house, my car, my son, my husband, my clothes, my shower, my water, my food, my everything for granted. As news from Haiti starts to come in I feel a loss that has nothing to do with the tragedies not that far from home. I feel a loss for that which should break my heart on a daily basis and doesn't. Let me explain. My heart physically hurts as I hear stories and see pictures of the destruction in Haiti, but more for the suffering people are going through. Those who has lost children, parents, friends, family members. And I feel compelled to do something, ANYTHING, to help. To ease their suffering. As I watch on CNN (because everyone else has moved on) the images of broken families, homes, and lives I am torn into small pieces at the pain people are going through as I sit in my warm, dry and for the moment quiet living room. But shouldn...