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:
- I want to trust, believe and hope like Noah does.
- I want my heart to break for the things that breaks God’s heart.
- 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.
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.