I was in the kitchen making the husband’s breakfast when my mom came in and told me that there had been an earthquake in Japan. Since turning on CNN soon after, I’ve been glued to the tv.
Watching the images is taking me back to several years ago when reports of the tsunami in Thailand/Indonesia were splashed across newspapers and tv. I still remember it like it was yesterday – sitting in the OKC airport waiting for a flight to see the husband’s family in south Texas – staring in disbelief as I took in the news. Along with the rest of the world, I stayed glued to the tv for the next few days as my heart ached for the people who were affected.
Just three months later I made my first trip to Thailand with hopes that I could help in even the smallest way. Three years after that, I made my second trip to the south of Thailand for more tsunami recovery efforts. It’s hard to believe that three years later these people were still suffering from the devastation.
On Pratong Island in 2005, I remember staring at the loss and pain in the eyes of a man as he told me his story of that awful day. A fisherman by trade, he had gone out to sea early in the morning and had no idea that anything unusual had happened. He arrived home a few hours later to find that the wave had washed over his entire island home, taking his entire family with it. I think of him this morning as the reports of the devastation in Japan flow in, and I pray for the Japanese people.
This wasn’t the post I had planned this morning, but with the events of this morning I just can’t focus on posting about Coconut Lemon bars or yoga.
Let’s just continue thinking about and praying for all the people who have been killed, injured, are still trapped and have lost family members and friends in Japan. Praying that God will bring comfort, safety and peace.