The Comforter


I remember the first time Madi and Eden went to overnight camp. We were nervous leaving them there. Would they be safe? Happy? Would the staff keep a close eye on them while they were swimming? Would Eden be safe with her nut allergies? Would they get hurt? We had to trust the staff, trust that God was in control… and it helped we were only a few hours drive away if something did happen.

When we left Abby in Haiti – one of the hardest moments of our lives – again we worried about our littlest girl. But we had to trust. Trust the staff, trust that God was in control… but this time there was no option of driving up if something happened. There was no certain pick up date circled in red on the calendar.

Spending two weeks there with Abby we saw how wonderful the staff is and we felt comforted she’s in great hands. But now, listening to the news there’s a new concern. Hurricane Matthew.

We’ve been watching the progression of this hurricane over the weekend as it’s expected to hit today. We watch a screen in the comfort and safety of our home about how close and how strong the storm is. Knowing that there’s a little girl in possession of our hearts right in its path.

As a parent, I want to swoop in and comfort her. We were there during a couple thunderstorms and I remember how the loud claps of thunder startled her and she’d snuggle in to us for security. I want nothing more than to do that now. Is she scared? Is it raining and thundering and windy already? Or is she doing as so many children do – blissfully playing oblivious to the impending danger ahead.

Yesterday I had a good cry over the situation.It hurts to be separated from her when we know she is safe and happy. It hurts even more when we DON’T know if she is safe and happy.

And I cried thinking there was nothing we can do but wait.

Then I got to thinking – is this true? Suddenly I felt at a bit of a crisis of faith. If I honestly thought there was nothing we can do – what does that say about my beliefs in the power of prayer? When I pray – am I believing that God hears and will act – or am I praying to appease my conscience?  Did I really believe that the God who calmed the storm in the Bible so long ago – is still the God of the storm today?

And so, even though I still shed some more tears for our girl – and likely will for a lifetime more as mothers do – I decided to trust. To trust that God the creator of Haiti, the loving Father of Abby, the one who is in charge of us all – even when we forget – hears my pitiful prayers. Even when I don’t know what else to pray but “keep her safe!” And so as a family we have been praying. Believing. Hoping and expecting for great news. And we long for the day when we can comfort our girl in person when the storm rages – but we are thankful today that there is One who is with her when we aren’t who is known as the Comforter. Hold her tight, Jesus!

The words to this old Rich Mullins song are playing in my heart today…


Well, sometimes my life just don’t make sense at all

When the mountains look so big
And my faith just seems so small
So hold me Jesus, ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t You be my Prince of Peace
And I wake up in the night and feel the dark
It’s so hot inside my soul
I swear there must be blisters on my heart
So hold me Jesus, ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t You be my Prince of Peace

Will you join me in not only praying for our Abby – but for Haiti and the other islands facing this hurricane?  Abby is fortunate to be in a sturdy orphanage building in the mountains – but many aren’t so fortunate. Many are in tin shacks or tents that can’t withhold a rainy day – never mind a hurricane of this magnitude. Please pray – asking for the storm to calm or to veer off course or some other miracle to occur! Pray as we sit in our warm dry homes for those without. And if you think of our island munchkin – pray for peace for our girl.


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