Heartache in Haiti

What complainers we are, myself included. A water pipe breaks, we freak out--how do the people in Haiti get water? Where are the faucets, the cups, how does a mom in Haiti tell her thirsting child "I cannot find you water"?

Our mattresses are old and lumpy; oh, how we wish that we had one of those nice posturepedic pillow top mattresses--where do the children in Haiti sleep tonight? Where does a mom lay down with her child and snuggle so they can fall asleep together?

Oh, our darn roof. It leaked again leaving a spot on the ceiling. What an eye sore. The children in Haiti today are saying, "Mommy, daddy, where are we going to live? Our house is gone. We have no roof to keep us dry."

I just don't feel like cooking tonight. Yes, the refrigerator is full, and the freezer is overflowing. But, I'm tired--we'll just drive somewhere and grab a bite. The children in Haiti are asking another question today, "Mommy, I'm hungry. Our food is gone. Can't we find some food somewhere so I can eat?"

I was thinking about going to Kohl's today. Even with 30 or 40 shirts in my closet, you can always find something that goes better with your jeans, right? The children in Haiti are saying, "My clothes are gone. How will I find new ones. And my shoes. They were in the house when the earthquake hit. I have nothing to put on my feet."

Children here in the spoiled USA come home from school complaining about homework, why do we have to go to school? Isn't it time for a day off? Forget homework, I'm going to play with my Nintendo Ds or the XBox. "Daddy, my school is gone. How will I learn? Where is my teacher? Our books are gone. What will I read?"

I think I will just skip going to church this Sunday. I need a morning to just sleep in. Besides, it's the day that the "boring" teacher teaches. I'll just read the lesson at home. "Daddy, my
scriptures were in the house. They are gone now. How will I read my scriptures everyday? Daddy, can you just tell me some scripture stories? Do you think that would be alright with Heavenly Father?"

Oh, dad, do we have to say family prayer? I'm tired. I'll just lay on my pillow in my nice warm bed, in my nice warm room, after I have my evening snack. I'll just tell Heavenly Father thank you for the day. "Daughter, son, wife--we have lost all we owned. But the Lord has blessed us. We are safe. We are a family. We have paid our tithing. The Lord will provide. Let's kneel down and say a prayer and tell Heavenly Father we are grateful."

May our Heavenly Father bless those in Haiti who have lost everything they owned, who have lost loved ones, who need a place to sleep and food to eat. If we get the chance to donate to the Humanitarian Aid or to gather clothing and blankets, let us do as the Savior would and do all that we can do.

Bless you dear people in Haiti.