God

This morning I woke up on my birthday and started grumbling to my husband about an e-mail I received last night. After breakfast I found a couple of other things to complain about-- until in the shower God brought to my mind the Haitian woman I saw on the news last night. She lost all five of her children in the earthquake. Her husband was holding her down because she sounded as though she would lose her mind. He was afraid to let her up. The same God who hears my confession of unthankfulness is the same God who comforts the oppressed. My prayer is that God would give this pitiful mother a hope for the future and open her eyes to His goodness in the middle of her devastation.