crying.
A Haitian woman, thousands of miles away has pierced my spirit.
She had been stuck under the reamaining pieces of her crumbled home for several daysuntil finally a few volunteers head her soft cry for help.
When they got her out she started singing.
And it wasn't just song, it was worship.
She praised the Lord for saving her
She blessed his name and called him great.
Hearing her voice made me want to cry I just couldn't contain my emotion.
She worshipped the Lord in the midst of complete devastation.
Wow, to own a precious, sweet humility like that.
I burn for that kind of faith.
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