Sunday, January 17, 2010

Dearest God,

She gave me $2. My eight-year-old granddaughter came into the kitchen and handed me $2, a gift for the suffering people of Haiti.

When I grabbed up all the Ibuprofen they had at the Dollar Store, a clerk started talking about the children in Haiti. When I told her about the relief effort through our church, she asked if she could give me money. She opened her purse and gave me all she had, $4. I grabbed two more bottles of Children's Motrin. We hugged on my way out.

When I sat down in another daughter's home to count pills for dosage packs to be taken to Haiti, my nine-year-old granddaughter handed me $2. Her favorite cousin had told her she had given $2. She smiled when she gave it.

I see
your face
all around me,
the loving,
kindly face
of compassion.
Children,
a stranger
all helping together.

Love, Andrea