I'm so heartbroken about the earthquake in China. I've been watching and reading the updates. It's so horrible to watch these poor parents who have lost their only child, wandering around, searching everywhere they can for their child who holds the key to their future. How devastating. I want to hug those mothers who are so broken and weep with them. It makes me pray more fervently for their peace in the midst of this awful catastrophe.
There was a glimmer of hope as a 5 year old was pulled out of heaps of rubble. The news show I was watching said the country played the footage of the rescues over and over again, knowing what the country needs is hope. It's good to know that we have a good God who always gives us hope, even when it's hard to understand this ridiculous pain.