Even as I wrote this my dear friend Mindy sent this to me via e-mail:
For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one (Haiti); he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help. (He is going to care for His children)*
Though you have made me (you) see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again (new normal cause you will never be the "same"); from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.
I love my dear friend - she ever reaches out to me when I am troubled, and am humbled by those who care to listen to this broken vessel of God. He calls...I answer...His Saints lift me up. Praise God! 'Nuff said!