Ever since the earthquake when hard sad things come that are worthy of tears they don't come any more. I do cry but in my mind it is for the wrong reason - the tears come when I'm tried, frustrated or feel sad. Its valid to cry then I know but now when the hard things of life come in Haiti no tears come. I feel the ache in my gut but no tears.

Last night I brought a group from Merger to a concert. I didn't get to go because an emergency surgery where I had to put the dog down on the table. There were circumstances that made it worthy of tears. This morning when I taking the kids back we saw a body in the road. A bus had hit a little girl from Merger. We took her home it was so horrible. The bus didn't stop and she was killed instantly. She was a sweet little girl from Pastor Johnny's school. The closet to tears came as I washed the blood from the back of my truck. The water turning red as the blood was washed from my truck. I wish I could cry but wonder if I would stop.

Death is a part of life but it is hard to see so often and know that she didn't know Jesus.
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