I’m sure if you watched the news at all today you realized, like I did, that it’s been a year since haiti was severely devastated. I remember a short year ago being glued to the tv screen watching glimpses of what was going on. I remember my heart being so heavy for the people who were searching for their loved ones. I remember being moved to tears at the images of bodies in the street. I vowed to pray for these people. For Haiti. For God to move there in ways beyond what I could even imagine.
That was one year ago.
Approximately 11 months and one week after I had all of the above feelings I completely forgot about Haiti. The stories I had heard left my mind. The heaviness in my heart was long gone. I stopped praying.
My heart is so fickle. I feel moved to something and as quickly as it comes into my life, it’s forgotten. As I saw the images on the news again this morning all I could think was, “oh crap. I did it again. I totally forgot about the world out there because I am so completely consumed with my own little realm of it.
I get so frustrated with my heart and its fickle tendencies.
But I do relate a little bit more to passages like Romans 7:15,
For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate.