We feel safe. We have food on the table and a roof over our heads. I thank God that my girls can run and play freely.

And although we can drive around our city safely and run errands peacefully it doesn’t go without notice, and the secondhand trauma, of the deep anguish and sorrow in our hearts for the people in Haiti that are currently running for their lives…

My mental health has been in decline lately because the gangs continue to destroy thousands of lives to where it seems like in those cities if you don’t end up dead then you’re just left in the pit without a house, without family, without food, no support, and saturated in trauma that can’t be healed with treatment because, understandably, most of the aid left when the gangs arrived.

Lord, please come.

Our city is still calm and functioning just fine. We pray it stays that way. But I read and see the massacres happening in multiple cities in other parts of the country. Literally dozens of people being shot down in a single town. Rows of houses being set on fire after they’re robbed of anything with value, and of course so many kidnappings. And even though it’s not close to us, being touched by it seems inevitable.

They come to kill, steal, and destroy…

One of the gangs East of Port Au Prince has been attacking a town for the past week. Reports say there’s a strong smell from all the bodies strewn across the streets. There was a small group of police supposedly trying to fight them oa, but they didn’t have the supplies they needed, plus they’re outnumbered.

Where they are attacking is about 10 minutes away from what I assume is the biggest ministry in Haiti. And my heart breaks for these people that have lost their children, their houses, their hope, their strength, while literally starving to death and my prayers are with the people who are waiting on edge assuming an attack is coming any day now. Anxiety filled to the brim while packing a little bag they can carry on their heads as they go left or right to flee with no actual destination. Utter despair. Confusion. And agony.

So yes, we pray and seek Jesus because we know He has a plan. We know hell might have its touches on earth temporarily but eternal life in paradise is coming.

We know without a doubt who truly wins the war.

But please never stop praying for Haiti. We thought the Kenyans coming was the long- awaited answered prayer, but the population has yet to see anything be done. Please pray for a miracle. It’s crippling and detrimental for these innocent people.

Pray for the victims. If you can bear the pain, put yourselves in their shoes for just a minute and feel the magnitude of their distress. It feels like it’s truly damaging my heart.

The Lord can calm the storm. He can hush the waves and even though some days my hope is only a sliver… we will keep trying to stay above the water mentally. Stay strong in faith for a better tomorrow. 

Stay focused on what is true and do what we can to help our neighbors here while we can.

The Lord heals the brokenhearted and He can heal this land.

Still waiting for a miracle and not giving up yet. The children in those war-torn cities WILL get to run and laugh and play freely one day soon.

We declare it now in Jesus’ name.