Yesterday, I read that rescuers in Japan found a 4 month old baby girl and reunited her with her tearful parents. It was supposed to be a happy story {one of the few coming out of the earthquake and tsunami-ravaged area} but instead, all I could focus on was the fact that a mother had had her baby ripped from her arms and swept away by a tidal wave of black water. The horror of that fact consumed me all day, and the fragile happiness that I've experienced since Women's Conference threatened to shatter as I dwelt on the massive suffering going on half a world away.
I pray for Japan. I pray for all those who are mourning or suffering or afraid. As helpless as I feel, I have to believe that the power of prayer will be more effective than the small amounts I'm able to contribute towards the church and the Red Cross for relief efforts. I have to believe that He will help where I cannot.
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It is really all so sad, but I agree that even if we don't feel like it's enough, our prayers will be heard and answered. I pray that, more so than anything else, the people of Japan will be blessed with peace and comfort and faith in our Heavenly Father and His plan for us. Because I know that no matter how difficult our trials, it is always possible to have those three things. And I believe that if, at the end of the day, those are the only things that a person has, they can still be happy.
I thought about that baby all day long too. Isn't she beautiful! So glad they found her.
Japan has been foremost in my thoughts and heart all week.
I feel exactly the way you do Melancholy, exactly.
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