The Box for Haiti

This week's love challenge is to give. And as I said I would, I dropped of a box for Haiti at a local church that is shipping a container this weekend.

I dressed Izzy up right after her breakfast and we spent the whole morning and quite a bit of the afternoon shopping to fill our box. She was such a sport. Didn't fuss once. We filled it with cotton clothes for kids of all ages, bottles, diapers, formula, but most of all medical supplies.

I had a list and was making my way through it hoping to get done before Izzy's nap time. As I was standing in the medical supplies aisle at the grocers, filling my cart with band aids, antiseptic cream, Motrin, Advil, gauze and so on, I felt a sudden heaviness in my heart. It was as if being forced to slow down and take in the moment. Not really in control of it, tears started pouring down my cheeks and I prayed earnestly for fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, daughters and sons, friends and loved ones who were in pain.

When that box gets to Haiti and the relief workers there open it, they will see a few things they can use that could hardly cover the need around them. However, there is something in that box that the eye does not see but is all powerful. Love.

To you dear loved one, far in distance but near in heart. We have never met but we love you.