My eyes were closed, I could hear music and the rumble of voices. I was “resting” on the couch. (Is that what you call it too?  You know, not quite asleep but not quite awake..)

Suddenly, there was crying. I hadn’t heard any suspicious “bangs” or “thumps” so I kept my eyes closed and let the daddy handle it.

“Daddy, turn the channel. Haiti makes me too sad. Those kids are starving.” Said Noah’s tender, worried, seven year old voice.

I heard the shuffle for the remote, (why is it we can NEVER find that thing?) then the music changed.

“They are showing the stories and singing to raise money to help the people in Haiti.” Said the deep, comforting and also sad voice of a daddy. I could hear him struggling to balance shielding a child from the tragedies of the world and allowing him to see the needs we can help make a difference in.

The crying continued.

“Let’s pray.” Said the daddy’s voice.

And he did. He prayed for comfort, provision, for courage for the rescuers, knowledge for the doctors and for more help to be sent.

And then when I thought the prayer was over, the little voice chimed in, in prayer:

“And dear Jesus,  please send manna, like you did so long ago. Amen”


God please send manna.

He stopped crying. He went to sleep. He simply: trusted.

His words have echoed through my heart, ever since.

I am jealous of his faith. It never crossed my mind to ask God for a miracle like that.

Is it because I have a better understanding of the situation? Is it because I so seldom see miracles that I’ve stopped asking? Is it because I’ve been so busy thinking about what I can do, that I haven’t bothered to think about/pray about, ask God about what He alone can do?

I haven’t even cried. Oh sure.. I’ve teared up, I’ve been touched. But, I haven’t wept for Haiti.  Not even for Fedna. Maybe I’m overwhelmed by the needs.  Maybe the magnitude of the hurts have numbed me out.  Maybe, I don’t need to.  Maybe, I do.

I don’t know.

But, I do know this:

  1. I want to trust, believe and hope like Noah does.
  2. I want my heart to break for the things that breaks God’s heart.
  3. I want God to send manna, and I do believe he can. Whether miraculous bread direct from the hand of God, or money and help passed through the hands of his people, all over the world.

Send manna.

Dear lord- I can’t fathom the hurt and struggles that are right now being experienced in Haiti.  I know what it’s like to lose one loved one… I can’t imagine that loss multiplied and compounded with hunger, entrapment, separation and thirst.  I don’t how how many are still trapped, and hoping for rescue, or how many are starving even now.  God I pray for those separated from loved ones and those on the ground helping. I pray that you’d send what they need.  Comfort, compassion, rescue, food, water, love.

God- I pray that you’d send manna. Oh God, send manna to Haiti. Amen.

Here are the trusted organizations I support- and trust.  They ARE manna from God, all over the world. If you’re touched by Noah’s prayer- I hope you’ll click to donate and make a difference- today.

Compassion International

World Vision-

American Red Cross-

Doctor’s Without Borders-

Samaritan’s Purse-

Fedna, the child we sponsored for yrs with @compassion . Port... on Twitpic We met years ago, at an unlikely place  by either chance, or divine intervention. (That depends on your perspective.)

Fedna stood alone, before a plain industrial wall, in a blue uniform dress gingham check blouse and tennis shoes.  She wore matching blue butterfly barrettes, and had piercing, dark chocolate brown eyes, just the color of my oldest son’s.

I stood, in a beautiful convention center. I was dressed in my classic suburbanista style.  I wore uncomfortable (but cute)shoes, dress pants I couldn’t breathe in, and a blouse I had trouble keeping closed. (I HATE boob-gap-age, just sayin!) I stood a in a ballroom full of Mothers of Preschoolers.  We’d gathered to encourage and support each other and make a difference in the world.

Sound like two different worlds?  Wondering if this is an episode of Twilight Zone or a sci-fi movie  involving parallel universes? No.  It’s not, hang with me….this really is where we met.

MOPS International has partnered with Compassion International for years.  We offer moms an opportunity to sponsor a child, asimple and tangible way for her to help make the world a better place. I was passing out Compassion International Child Sponsorship Profiles to moms who were interested in sponsoring.  When I finished,  Fedna’s profile, was left in my hand.  I couldn’t just stick her in a pile to (hopefully) be sponsored at some later date. I took her home with me, on paper and in my heart.

Soon, I started receiving amazing letters written in her childish script and translated to english by a caring helper. She told me she was praying for my family, asked questions about what kinds of things we liked and told us how glad she was to be sponsored.

I could never reply.

I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to a child struggling to eat when you spend more on your hobbies or coffee in a month, than her family makes in a year?

I hate that I didn’t write. I wish I would have.  I wonder if my letters would have meant as much to her as hers did to me?   If nothing else, she would have known that someone cared.

We did. We still do. Click to read more (more…)