It was a busy, emotional weekend. Well, not too busy. But, apparently it was emotional considering I broke down in the produce section at Super Target. I don’t think it really matters why.
It was the produce section, after all. Kris was with me. His expression was a silent “wow.” He didn’t mention the tears over the tomatoes the rest of the shopping adventure.
Until the check-out line when he pretended to cry over the jar of jalepenos, the bag of carrots, and the honey crisp apples.
I would say, “the nerve.” But the truth is….
He made me laugh.
My friend, Marla, made me feel better when she uncovered her sister Melanie’s pregnancy breakdown. Poor girl cried when her person didn’t win the Showcase Showdown on the Price Is Right. And, rightly so. The Showcase Showdown is kind of a big deal.
It’s hard growing a person, people.
To top it all off, I can’t even look at the devastation of Haiti. But, I do. Because, I refuse to be unaffected by it. Unmoved. Unwilling to do something.
I have to. We all do. Our hearts have to break over what breaks God’s heart. Isaiah 61 says God has anointed us to bring good news to the poor and to comfort the brokenhearted. I think it’s awesome that most of us can give something financially. And, we should. But, when I heard my friend, Amy Newberry, say this, it made me want to invest more than just my money:
“I really wish I could go to Haiti today and hold some of those precious women while they cry over the loss of their children.”
That’s a deeper level, friends. It’s actually being the hands and feet of Christ.
God, please. Break my heart for what breaks yours.
And, bring healing to Haiti’s people.