My heart hurts

My heart hurts for the families that have lost someone in the horrific tornado in Moore, Oklahoma.  The scenes on television show devastation that is scarcely imaginable.  I can't bear to think of the children, their fear and panic when the storm hit, and now the fact that there may still be some trapped in the rubble.

Cannot bear to watch the continued report on the screen before me, yet unable to leave it--hoping and praying that they may come on and give some miraculous find of children alive and well--with 40 or more still missing.

Lord, bring comfort through your sweet Holy Spirit to the hearts that are hurting --those who are living this horror while I am simply observing it from afar.  Help will be sent, the governor of Oklahoma declares it a disaster, the president will send help and offer heartfelt platitudes.  Those effected directly by the loss of life will be changed from this terrible event for the rest of their lives.

Physical damage to structures will eventually be repaired or the buildings replaced--but the gigantic hole in the heart of those who have lost loved ones cannot be filled. 

Mercy Me sings a song:  "When the Hurt and the Healer Collide".  The only hope for a healing balm will come in the embrace of Jesus Christ.  Leaning on Him, falling into His waiting arms is the only solace in a time like this. 

I would be lying if I pretended to understand the pain and agony of the loss of a child, grandchild, or spouse.  But I know one who does understand, whose arms are open wide to hold you while you cry, to soothe and comfort during the very worst of times.

My words will stop for now, I pray the comfort of the healer of hurt and bearer or sorrow will ease the pain each one is feeling because of this devastation.  May God strengthen and bless the volunteers and workers on site.