Sad

“….. How could I not look sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins…..” Nehemiah 2:3

One poor nation.  One devastating typhoon.

Flooded metropolis. Streets are rivers of raging waters. Numerous deaths.  Numerous missing. Hundreds of houses swiped. Properties  destroyed.  Crapped up crops.  Land vehicles sucked. Mud on the map.  Fingers pointing. Relief  tug-o-war. Aid corrupted. Hospitals need cure. Rescuers need rescuing.

Ruined the already ruined. The weak becomes weaker. The hopeless dreams no more.

I watch from afar yet the pain is near. I listen from miles away yet the cries scream.

I find solace in God. I look for help in God. I search refuge in God.

I am sad.